Washington D.C., Memorial Day - Monday Afternoon

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Though they'd spent the first half of the day with Steve's obligations and Tony going to visit Rhodey and Carol, now they were meeting back up in D.C. in an attempt to make the day a little less somber for a whole variety of reasons between the two of them.

Tony tried his best not draw attention to himself in the classic sunglasses and baseball hat method as he waited along the parade route for Steve to arrive.

It was super effective. Kinda.

Just go with it, okay?

[for that one guy!]

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[heroic_jawline]

Steve bolted straight up in bed, screaming.

Turned out that reliving Operation: Rebirth was not the best thing ever.

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Tony rolled to the side to avoid a broken nose, reaching out a hand for Steve's shoulder as soon as he could. "Steve?"

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Steve had slapped both hands over his mouth and was breathing heavily.

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"It's okay, you're here now," Tony said immediately, curling his hand over Steve's shoulder to pull him closer. "It's 2018, you're home."

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Steve took deep, shuddering breaths and leaned into Tony. "I'm okay," he whispered. "Hadn't had that dream in years."

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"That happens sometimes," Tony said, wrapping both his arms around Steve to keep him close. "Bad days."

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"And it had gotten better," Steve said, sounding frustrated. "You had made it so much better."

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"Your brain doesn't always accept that," Tony said, kissing him on the cheek.

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"My brain's a pain in the ass," Steve muttered.

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"Didn't say it was fair," Tony replied, kissing him again. "I get like this sometimes when it's the anniversary of my time in Afghanistan."

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"I'll try to be as good to you as you're being to me," Steve said.

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Tony cupped his face in his hands for another kiss. "You're great with me, so I'm taking that as a compliment."

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"It's very definitely a compliment," Steve said, kissing him back.

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"I promised you hot cocoa if you couldn't sleep," Tony said, staying close for another gentle kiss.

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"That would be wonderful," Steve murmured.

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"C'mon," Tony said, tugging on his arm. "Get some pants on, buddy. I'll make sure you get extra marshmallows."

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"Best ever," Steve said sincerely, kissing him between the eyes.

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"And then we can put on a movie," Tony said, smiling as he pulled away. "Bring a blanket and I'll get started on the cocoa."

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"Yes, sir," Steve murmured, smiling back as he reached for a new, non-crunchy, set of sweatpants.

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And Tony slipped on boxers and a shirt of Steve's because he was predictable like that. "I think we need to watch some terrible scifi."

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"That sounds good," Steve agreed, getting out of bed and pulling the blanket with him to take into the living room.

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"I can introduce you to Mystery Science Theater!" Tony called after him, making a beeline for the kitchen.

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"Sounds interesting!" Steve called back before making himself a comfortable next on the sofa in the living room.

[imafuturist]

It was the only reasonable response to trauma. Blanket nests.

Tony didn't take too long to join him, opting for the classic instant hot cocoa rather than homemade this time around. "Its best for late nights."

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"Silly and mind-numbing?" Steve guessed, snuggling in against Tony's shoulder.