The Secret Behind the Soundproofing

by Nix
(crimsonquills AT gmail DOT com)

Author's Notes: I honestly didn't think I was going to be able to write this prompt, because although I got a half a dozen ideas, they were all terribly depressing, and I just couldn't stand to write depressing fic today. But I mentioned this to [info]vertelemming and he offered to help find a fluffy idea. Then he said, "I will say though that if you write a "I Need a Hero" songfic, I will be forced to disown you." Er, oops?

Steve had frequently had reason to be grateful for the truly fantastic soundproofing installed in Stark Tower's bathrooms--Tony was very, um, enthusiastic in bed...or shower, as the case may be--but he'd never actually wondered why it was there. Tony's vocal appreciation had always seemed reason enough. But Steve would never forget the day he discovered the other reason the bathrooms were soundproofed.

Having finally peeled off slime soaked leather and wrapped himself in a robe, Steve opened the bathroom door, intending to join Tony in the shower, and stopped dead. A familiar voice was echoing around the tiled room. Singing. Badly.

"I need a hero I'm holding out for a hero 'til the end of the night He's gotta be strong And he's gotta be fast And he's gotta be fresh from the fight"

Steve quickly stepped into the bathroom and shut the door behind himself. Leaning back against, he muffled laughter behind his hand as Tony sang on, his voice cracking occasionally with the enthusiasm he put into the song.

But as much as Steve was enjoying Tony's unwitting serenade, the lines "I can feel his approach / Like a fire in my blood" were too perfect a cue to pass up. Steve quickly stepped up to the large shower enclosure and jerked the door open.

Tony leaped about a foot in the air, somehow managed to spin around on landing, and collapsed against the back wall of the shower with a genuine shriek. "Jesus Christ, Steve!" he gasped. "You scared the shit out of me."

Steve couldn't help grinning. "I though you could feel me approach. Like a fire in your blood."

Tony actually blushed. Bright red all the way down to his collarbones. "Um."

Shedding the robe, Steve stepped into the shower with Tony and closed the door behind himself. "I've got a little slime to wash off," he said, teasing, "but I am fresh from the fight."

"Oh God," Tony moaned, covering his face with his hands. "I'm never going to live this down, am I?"

Steve laughed and stepped into the shower's warm spray, wetting himself down as he spoke. "I promise I'll never tell," he said. He pushed his wet hair off his forehead and smiled at Tony, still leaning against the shower wall. "I love it that you're happy enough to sing." Steve reached out and caught Tony's hand, pulling it away from his face and drawing Tony under the spray with him.

"I can't believe I didn't lock the door," Tony said, his head tilting back as Steve ran his fingers through wet hair. "I never sing unless the door is locked. I know I'm terrible."

"I'm kind of glad you didn't," Steve admitted. "I like knowing something about you that no one else knows."

Tony laughed. "Only you could turn my terrible singing voice into something sweet and romantic."

"Does that mean you forgive me for walking in on you?" Steve reached for the shampoo and squeezed some into his hands. Setting the bottle down, he started working it into Tony's hair.

Tony shut his eyes against stray lather and hummed happily but wordlessly for a moment. "Of course," he murmured absently. "You're the hero."

Steve smiled. Not beyond his reach, though.