The cell door hissed open. "That's one way to get a reaction," a deeply accented male voice said. The blond man floated in, using the door and wall to stabilize himself once inside. "I'm afraid I'm going to have to ask you to cut whatever communication device you have. There are worse places to be than here."
It can't be. Tony blinked, and then blinked again. He rubbed his eyes, the loose handcuffs floating next to his wrist. "I don't— Rogers? You're a pirate?"
Steven Rogers raised his eyebrows. "That answers the question of whether you're a spy or not." Using his fingertips, he pushed off from the doorway, letting it slide shut behind him. "A spy wouldn't slip so easily. How do you know me?"
He looked nearly identical to how he had eleven years before, with the main difference being noticeably more nudity and the captain's bars on his collar. Tony disavowed all responsibility for the way his eyes tracked down, and then back up again. There was only so much temptation a sexual person could be expected to withstand, and Steve Rogers naked was not even close to that line.
A gentle tint of lavender colored Tony's cheeks. [...]
"I'm Tony Stark. We've met." At Rogers' expression of disbelief, Tony rolled his eyes. Not that he'd expected to be recognized—he'd changed a lot, most of it in muscle and height and facial hair that didn't make old people pinch his cheeks. A little bit of trust might have been nice, though. "I was a scrawny sixteen, you were escaping and stole all my stuff. Ring a bell?"
To his shock and amazement, Rogers actually went pink at the ears, which made Tony feel a little better about the way he was slowly shading to violet as his suppressant finished wearing off. "I recall."
"I thought you might," Tony said gleefully. Abandoning his hallucinated-AI, he bounced over to Rogers, catching himself against a wall and using the friction to keep from actually running into him. "So, going to take advantage of me again?" He held up his hands and flicked his wrist, just enough to make the dangling bracelet on the handcuff snap open. "I'm your prisoner."
"You're an idiot." Rogers didn't sound like his heart was in it, which Tony took as a good sign. Reaching into one of the pouches on his belt, Rogers produces an old metal key and freed Tony's wrist. He caught Tony's thumb, inspecting the raw corner of it with a surprisingly gently fingertip before letting him free again.
