Apartment Above Stark Industries, Monday Morning

[imafuturist]

Well, that'd been an interesting end of the week.

Or something.

Tony was somehow still cleaning up after the party, frowning at the disturbing collection of chip flavors leftover from it.

"Maybe Kitty would like them?" he muttered to himself. Pregnant women were supposed to have odd cravings, right?

[for that fella!]

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[imafuturist]

"Good?" Tony asked with a quiet little chuckle. He wrapped himself around Steve, not at all deterred by the size difference making being the big spoon a little awkward.

[heroic_jawline]

Steve's brain was scrambled enough that he might've forgotten he wasn't five foot nothin' any more.

"So much better than good and you know it," he mumbled.

[imafuturist]

Tony had no issue with being the big spoon here. As long as Steve didn't complain that he wasn't doing as good of a job as he ought to be or anything.

"Wanna be sure," Tony said with a small, honest smile against his shoulder.

[heroic_jawline]

Steve planted a kiss on Tony's cheek. "You are just what I want."

[imafuturist]

Tony grinned, pressing in as close as he possibly could, holding on like he never wanted to let go.

[heroic_jawline]

"Clean up later?" Steve mumbled. "Pretty sure my knees don't work right now."

[imafuturist]

"Clean up later," he agreed. "Don't wanna let go of you."

[heroic_jawline]

"Don't want you to let go," Steve said with a little smile. "Too sappy?"

[imafuturist]

It was diabetes inducing. But that was them, honestly.

"We can be sappy together."

[heroic_jawline]

"While sleeping?" Steve asked, yawning.

[imafuturist]

"Wore you out, huh?" Tony said, trying not to yawn in response to that. Mostly failing, but he was trying.

[heroic_jawline]

"More than runnin' a marathon," Steve mumbled.

[imafuturist]

"Yaay," Tony replied, quiet but no less pleased with himself.

[heroic_jawline]

Steve snuggled in, linked his fingers through Tony's, and fell asleep immediately after.