Eames makes a wish for Arthur to be naked always. To Arthur's displeasure, it actually comes true.

Tony is the only one who can defend Steve's virtue. Tony hates his life.

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Steve appears in a charity calender and suddenly the bad guys are trying to get Captain America's clothes off. This is particularly troubling for Tony Stark.

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After contracting an Asgardian virus, Tony starts forgetting things. And people. And Steve.

After contracting an Asgardian virus, Tony starts forgetting things. And people. And Steve.

That's the twenty-first century love song, baby. Glitz and glamour and every one of us is a liar.

That's the twenty-first century love song, baby. Glitz and glamour and every one of us is a liar.

After Steve poses for a charity calendar a supervillain league is created whose sole purpose is to remove Captain America's clothes. Tony takes exception.

That's the twenty-first century love song, baby. Glitz and glamour and every one of us is a liar.

Steve is Mr. July and a group of villains conspires to get him naked all the time. Tony defends his virtue, and also his own sanity.

Dreamshare goes legal, Arthur goes corporate, Eames goes and (against his better judgement) falls in love.

You don't ever tell me anything about you, Steve had said, and now it's Tony's heart, lungs, muscles being exposed, his history unspooling in threads over the floor, spilling everywhere, water and music and fever-regret.

This is how it follows, like this: Tony builds, and Steve swings and knocks it all down.

The one where Steve gets lost in a time loop and Tony goes to find him.

Arthur is an ex-model and Eames is Vegas card dealer. Arthur wants Eames to help him with a con.

"You never talk about what you used to do. Before we met," Steve said.

"What, make weapons?" Tony said mercilessly. "It's all over the internet. I know you've learned how to google, Cap."

"Yeah, but that's like hearing it over the radio," Steve said. "I used to hear things all the time over the radio, during the war. About victories we won, about how America was going to beat the war by Christmas. Didn't mean it was true." He looked at Tony plaintively, honest curiosity written all over his broad, handsome face, and Tony felt tenderness like an IED. Short sharp burst, destruction everywhere.

"Truth is something we build out of construction paper and tinsel," Tony said. He saw Steve frown, but he said it anyway, because Steve was too open, too fearless, too exposed — heart and lungs and muscles, all his vulnerable spots. Not to everyone, true. Only Tony. But that was the most dangerous decision of them all, because Tony saw that heart, those lungs, those muscles, and all he could think of was the scorched ground in Afghanistan, thirst building a monument inside his throat. "Truth is what we make it," he continued. "It's something we build, it's something we have design plans for. That's the twenty-first century love song, baby. Glitz and glamour and every one of us is a liar."

"I know you're a liar, Tony," Steve said.

"And that's why you love me, right?" A million dollar smile, perfect teeth.

Steve sighed and looked down at the threads of his sweater, contemplative. "That's why I stay," he said.

[FIVE, dear god, FIVE.]

4,000 | Arthur and Eames tell each other dirty stories to pass the time.

"There was once a therapist named Eames. A sex therapist..."

Dreamshare goes legal, Arthur goes corporate, Eames goes and (against his better judgement) falls in love.

Yusuf is a dream-eater.

Arthur likes to invent things. And grow mustaches. He's a man of many facets.

Arthur/Eames domestic adventures. Or: the mystery of Eames' disappearing underpants. Or: what Arthur wants to do on his birthday. Or: how Arthur and Eames learned to live together, put up with each other's weirdness, and learn that being a BAMF doesn't mean you can't also be a dork.