fic: this grey house where I come from (avengers, steve/tony)

You know how people sometimes try emotional catharsis through fic?  Well, there wasn't much of a catharsis, but here you go.  I honestly no idea what the answer is to this sort of thing, whether Steve is right or Tony is, so take away your own interpretation.  Thank god for relative anonymity on the Internet ahaha.

this grey house where I come from
Avengers MCU || PG-13 || Steve/Tony, past Tiberius/Tony || 3,900 words
There was never any actual violence, nothing dramatic or traumatizing, so Tony doesn’t know why ancient history can occasionally make him feel nauseous, or why some of the most innocuous and nonthreatening things that come out of Steve’s mouth can make his breath stutter.

• Warning for seriously dubious sexual consent, emotional manipulation, and underage sex (for both parties).
• Totally disregarding almost all canon concerning Tiberius Stone except for his creepy ability to string Tony along without Tony ever seeing it for what it is. (While Sunset Bain and Kathy Dare would've been other options, I have Reasons Left Unexplained for going this route.)
• Also on AO3.

(  “How about Coneheads. Wait, you haven’t been introduced to Saturday Night Live yet, have you?” Tony finally turns off the torch and flips up the visor. “The nineties’ episodes, thanks, those’re the good ones. Dear god, man, we’ve been neglecting your education, Coneheads is a cornerstone of subgenre culture.” )