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 have never cared what people had to say," Steve said, making himself more comfortable.

[imafuturist]

Which meant Tony had to tighten his arm around Steve to stay where he was. "You're like a patriotic Mary Poppins."

[heroic_jawline]

Steve laughed again. "Just what I've always wanted," he teased.

[imafuturist]

"If your shield turns out to be a bag of holding, I'm going to be so annoyed." One day Steve would understand how nerdy Tony got when tired. One day.

[heroic_jawline]

"Into a what?" Steve asked.

[imafuturist]

"D&D thing," Tony replied easily. "Remember that locker that ate a student?"

[heroic_jawline]

"And no one seemed all that upset about it?" Steve replied.

[imafuturist]

"It was a strange week." Understatement. "But it's like that. Only a bag."

[heroic_jawline]

"Could it hold food?"

Shhh, Steve was maybe a little hungry.

[imafuturist]

Yeah, Tony was attempting to not laugh at that.

"Sure." He was going to tape protein bars to the inside of that shield now, Steve.

[heroic_jawline]

Better than protein shakes?

"Good," Steve said, closing his eyes. "That'd be handy."

[imafuturist]

Take the damn bars, Rogers!

"But there's no oxygen in there," Tony continued. Because honesty happened when tired. "You are really comfortable."

Yep.

[heroic_jawline]

Steve laughed. "You're really tired, Tony."

[imafuturist]

That's what happened when he was given blankets and a place to pass out after work he worked for over 24 hours to keep from having any nightmares at the least opportune time.

This right here.

"I'm fine."

[heroic_jawline]

"Good," Steve mumbled. "I want you to be fine."

[imafuturist]

That made Tony sigh and pat his side. "You too," he muttered.

[heroic_jawline]

"Go to sleep, Tony," Steve said through another yawn of his own. "You need it."

At least until nightmares woke either of them up.

[imafuturist]

"Wake me when there's coffee," Tony said, trailing off a little as he relaxed into sleep.

You know, for how long that lasted between the two of them.

[heroic_jawline]

Steve rested his head against Tony's hair and drifted off as well, feeling warm and surprisingly safe.