What Was Stark Industries, Saturday Evening

[imafuturist]

Well, the good thing about being able to technopathically feel your psychotic, monster counterpart was knowing where they were in relation to you. Also when they suddenly stopped existing.

Tony sighed after the buzz in the back of his head had disappeared, hunkering down to find what else he could in case this... whatever it was... didn't go away just yet. He wasn't brooding over anything. No, of course not.

That would be silly.

[Expecting one!]

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[heroic_jawline]

"I don't know why I put up with you," Steve said. He hadn't release Tony from a his sneaky sideways hug, though.

[imafuturist]

Tony was deeply put out by that. You could tell from all his complaining. And how he might have been slowly sort of melting into that. This is what happens when you put two deeply traumatized and touch starved people together. Though Tony liked to think he had himself under control.

"JARVIS, remember?"

[heroic_jawline]

"Okay, it's probably 60 percent JARVIS," Steve teased back.

[imafuturist]

"Only 40 percent? You're a cruel man, Rogers," Tony replied dryly. "He is going to stalk me for disappearing on him again."

Possibly Steve too.

[heroic_jawline]

"Oh, definitely," Steve agreed. "Once we return everything to normal."

Somehow.

[imafuturist]

"This place isn't done messing with us just yet." They still needed to have random fruitcake show up or something.

[heroic_jawline]

Steve sighed, sort of kind of resting his head on Tony's. "Terrific."

[imafuturist]

No big deal. Normal bro things.

"Keeps things exciting, though," Tony muttered, trying to keep from doing something silly like fall asleep here.

[heroic_jawline]

Steve yawned. "I could do with a little less excitement."

[imafuturist]

"What would you rather be doing right now?" Tony asked, not at all smiling at the yawn.

This was going to end in using Steve's chest as a pillow. But he was asking for it. Having a chest like that.

[heroic_jawline]

"Taking a hot shower, then eating that ridiculous steak from vacation," Steve said.

[imafuturist]

"I think someone cried when you finished that thing," Tony informed him with a little snicker.

[heroic_jawline]

"Probably the chef," Steve said with a lopsided grin in return.

His stomach gurgled again. He ignored it.

[imafuturist]

"Sorry." There seriously would be so much food ordered once things were put right. "Try not to eat a blanket in the meantime."

[heroic_jawline]

"I've been much hungrier than this and never eaten a blanket," Steve said, meaning to be reassuring.

[imafuturist]

So much food, Steve.

Tony made a noise that could be considered annoyed and not distressed. If one were to be kind about it. "Of course."

[heroic_jawline]

Steve ruffled his hair. "It'll be fine, Tony."

[imafuturist]

"You have such a vendetta against my hair," Tony grumbled rather than address that.

[heroic_jawline]

"It's ridiculous," Steve said fondly.

[imafuturist]

Tony sighed, loosely putting an arm around Steve's stomach to poke him in the ribs. "Jealousy. Such an ugly emotion, Rogers."

[heroic_jawline]

"I'm not jealous," Steve said, closing his eyes again. It was surprisingly cozy like this under the blankets. "I don't get jealous."

This was not true.

[imafuturist]

Cozy was a good word for it. Even with the whole... awfulness going on.

"Lose that with the serum?" Tony teased quietly.

[heroic_jawline]

"Never really had anything that someone could take from me," Steve admitted.

[imafuturist]

Tony hummed at that. "That's alright. I'll even it out for you."

[heroic_jawline]

"I don't need your help, Tony," Steve said, but without heat.