Apartment Above Stark Industries, Saturday Afternoon

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The storm outside had knocked out the power, but Tony had worked hard on having reduncancies in place for his lab and the apartment.

Sadly that didn't seem to matter when Fandom was being Fandom, so he was bundled up in a winter coat as he worked on converting a lamp into a space heater. It was at 1.0, so there was still room for improvement there. Possibly five different iterations before he would be satisfied with what he'd made.

"It's supposed to be spring," he muttered under his breath angrily.

[For the half frozen guy!]

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"Is it you?" Steve asked a little plaintively.

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"An a space heater for you," Tony said, picking it up to go join him.

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Steve's expression softened. "Really? You did that for me?"

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"Of course," Tony said like it has never been in question he'd do that. "I'll make a better one once we get you warmed up."

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"I'm okay now," Steve said stubbornly, "...but thank you. That was really incredible of you to do."

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"Tada," he said putting it at Steve's feet.

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Steve almost looked happy enough to cry. Or sad enough to cry. His face was doing some things.

"Thank you," he repeated, putting his feet as close as he could without burning them. "Sit with me?"

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"Let me into your blanket pile," he replied, undoing his winter coat to add it to the pile of things keeping Steve warm. "I'll be quick."

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"That's what she said," Steve teased, smiling as he moved the blankets up for Tony to get under.

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"I am deeply distressed that you're using that joke," Tony said, pressing up against him as much as possible to conserve body heat.

Yeah, just for that.

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Steve wrapped both arms around Tony, pulling him even closer. "Thank you for the heater," he murmured, leaning in to kiss him.

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"Can't have you turning into a Capsicle or something," Tony replied, humming happily into the kiss.

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"Again," Steve said with a little shiver.

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"Not on my watch," Tony said firmly, kissing Steve's neck.

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Steve ran his fingers through Tony's hair and closed his eyes. "I love you so much."

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"You're just happy I'm warming you up," he teased playfully.

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"That's only about 40 percent of it," Steve said.

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"Is the other 60 percent about keeping you well fed?" Tony asked, smiling against Steve's shoulder.

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"That's 30," Steve said. "The other 30 is how you take such good care of me, even when I'm grumpy about it."

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Tony huffed out a little laugh, wriggling his hand through the blankets to cup the back of Steve's head. "You don't like the cold, of course I'd do something to help you out. You'd do the same for me."

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Steve was still half contemplating getting rid of bathtubs in general, so...yeah.

"I would," Steve murmured. "I'm still getting used to the idea of someone taking care of me back."

Somewhere Bucky was giving him such a stink-eye.

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God help him if Tony and Bucky teamed up against him. Wait. Wait. Was that why Civil War happened? To keep them from doing just that? You little shit, Steve.

"I'll make sure to keep it up until you're used to it."

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Steve leaned in and kissed him again. "Thanks."

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Tony smiled into that kiss, snuggling as close as he could manage as he warmed up. "I'll have a better space heater after I get the oven rigged up with power so we can eat."

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"Between you and the current little machine, I'm feeling a lot better," Steve admitted softly, "but eating would probably be a good idea.'