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Iron Will, Iron Heart: Conductivity

Blast. Recharge. Blast. Recharge. Blast Set up the fresh targets.

That had been Tony Stark's refrain for the last three days. The first day was dedicated solely to holding it as far from the hotel as humanly possible into the most remote desert location possible. Himself and his new toys, all alone. And the tent. There was no scenario where he wouldn't take that for the ride.

The plasma auto rifle--today's plaything--boasted rapid fire and plasma grenades. With nothing but sand, rock, and dust for miles, Tony was free to let loose. For the bigger blasts, Tony activated his armor--which was up to several minutes of stability at a time. With a sigh, the time limit ran out and he was left in his tank and fatigues bottoms. Adjusting it to the stun setting, he took aim at the few remaining targets.

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"We're..."

Thor gestures from Tony to himself, then lets his fingertip sit on his chest as he finishes his line.

"...not breaking up?"

"No? No." If Tony was capable of mortification, he would have been struck down with it right then. "GOD no! Is that...? Did you want to?"

"We need to talk?" Thor repeats, shaking his head. "That's a classic I'm about to break up with you line."

"Oh, well, sorry. I forgot you would know." Not that Tony wouldn't, but Pepper's break-up initiations surprisingly never involved the phrase.

Thor frowns a tiny frown at that. He's still sensitive about Jane, even though most would attest that he should probably be over her by now.

"Apology accepted," he says, in a tone that says well, it wasn't necessary, but I'll take it anyway.

He reaches a hand out to tousle Tony's hair. "But I don't want to break up with you."

"I wanna do more than just not break up." Tony swatted Thor's hand away. "I..." He sighed. The words were hard to come by when it wasn't the heat of the moment.

"I don't...want...a future without you in it."

Thor gives Tony a smile -- a crooked, awkward, but truly happy kind of smile. He had said that in Thor's dreams and it felt as good hearing those words then as it does now.

"I love you too, Tony."

"Okay." Tony's voice cracked, and he quickly cleared his throat and adopted a business-like posture. "So. We're in agreement."

"About what part?" Thor asks. "About being in each other's futures?"

"You don't need to make me say it. Unless you want to." Tony pushed his glasses up by the bridge, peering over them.

"I would say I wouldn't make you say anything you did not want to say," Thor begins. "But we both know that isn't true."

Thor's lips quirk up into a slight, but perceptible smile.

"So say it."

"Ah." A sheepish clacking of teeth and a soft chuckle, and Tony dropped his gaze towards the cracked earth. "I...think there's romantic and there's cheese and I'm a shower with this sort of thing." Tony gestured between Thor and himself, as if trying to negotiate some sort of deal over some farmers market trinket.

Thor takes a step forward. Try as he might, he can't seem to stop smiling. Least of all when Tony is looking so uncharacteristically shy.

"Well, maybe you should show me."

"That's what I'm doing. I think my lack of active retaliation for the assault upon my person is the highest love I can express." Tony still felt protective of his ribs, but he mirrored Thor's steps until they were flush with each other.

"Here. Let me try. ...Your bullshit is compatible with my bullshit. I put up with yours, you put up with mine."

"Thank you," Thor says, and he briefly sets his forehead flush against Tony's. He can feel Tony's breath hot on his face, and he's sure his breath is just as warm on his. Suddenly, Thor feels tremendously, overwhelmingly grateful for the man standing in front of him. "I don't think I ever pegged you for a romantic." Thor's lips quirk upward. "Until now, anyway."

Thor is still smiling when he leans down and kisses him.

"We really do need to talk, though." Tony murmured in between each kiss, "That's what good pairs do. Communicate. Agreed?"

"Agreed," Thor murmurs back.

Tony fell back on his heels, the soles of his shoes scraping the rock. "Alright, disclosure...this is getting frustrating."

"Then..." Thor runs his hand through his far-too-shirt hair. "...we should probably figure out what we want to do about it."

"Not that. Not being able to brag it up." Tony mirrored Thor's gesture. "Show you off. You know."

Thor's reaction is immediate. "You want to show me off?" he asks, squinting. "I don't have a problem with it, but I always thought you weren't interested in --"

Thor gestures vaguely. What do you even call that?

"Interested in what? Being proud of whoever I've got on my arm?" When he and Pepper first became steady, Tony wouldn't shut up about it. Rhodey never failed to remind him of this fact. "Call me self-indulgent, because I am. Relax about it."

That draws a full grin out of Thor. He really didn't think that Tony was interested in this becoming public knowledge, which is why he limited his gushing to his brother, which... in hindsight, was probably weird for Loki. But who else could he tell?

"You know I won't be able to shut up about my charismatic genius billionaire boyfriend, right?"

"As long as you leave the dirty laundry where it belongs. Same goes for me. We're both adults. Adult and a God the age of the Hagia Sophia." Tony swayed against him. "Agreed?"

"I don't know about the Hagia Sophia stuff, but I think I grasp everything else," Thor says. "Agreed."

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