Steve and Tony in an Avengers twist on the classic fairy tale. Yes, I caved and wrote Stony. Nothing too explicit though, just testing the waters with a light and fluffy story. Not entirely happy with the title - it just seems to cliched. If you have any other suggestions, my ask box is all ears. Enjoy, and please let me know if you like it.
~~~~
Sleeping Beauty
Steve walked into the kitchen, rubbing his fingers through his freshly-washed hair and adjusting his grey t-shirt. He slowed to a standstill when he noticed a single red rose leaning elegantly out of the top of a transparent vase.
“Tony?” He called, noticing that the billionaire wasn’t in the kitchen.
“Tony, someone’s left you flowers.” He added, raising his voice a little louder. “Or rather one flower.” He murmured under his breath.
Steve stared at it for a few moments more, then walked away to pour himself a glass of water. He wasn’t sure why it was bothering him so much.
