http://archiveofourown.org/works/378298/chapters/617419
He covers his chest with a palm and winces. "That stings, Rhodey, that hurts my heart. But seriously, my time could be better spent in the lab." "Right," Rhodey says dryly, "because you spend every waking minute in the lab when you're in a mood like this, instead of drinking and chasing skirts." "And pants." Tony gives Rhodey a pleased-with-himself smirk. He's not even going to deny that he's in a mood (because he is; he's learned to recognize the signs over the years and how to cope with it). "Don't forget I chase pants, too." Rhodey rolls his eyes. Notes: The last two sections are gonna be Steve/Tony, so if that ain't your bag, this is last call for alcohol gen (such as this has ever been gen).
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