Apartment Above Stark Industries, Sunday Evening

[imafuturist]

The weekend had been one of the super fun kind that this island was so fond of throwing at people. And Steve had left a note before disappearing on him.

Which.

You know, that would be unpacked sometime when he wasn't looking five minutes from falling apart on Tony. But it was going to be A Thing. Don't think it wouldn't be.

"I'm ordering you food," Tony said the moment they were through the door.

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Steve sighed, then nodded. "But I was sick so much of the time--sicker because I was stubborn about being sick, and I caused Ma all kinds of grief."

Thanks for bringing that part up, creepy St. Patrick statue.

[imafuturist]

"She loved you," Tony replied with conviction. Half because he couldn't imagine otherwise and half because it was easiest to believe nice things of others.

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"I know she loved me," Steve said. "That doesn't stop the truth of me taking up far too much energy by getting sick every time the wind blew."

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"You are worth it," Tony said, leaning to press his shoulder into Steve's.

[heroic_jawline]

Steve rested his head briefly against Tony's. "You, my love, are biased."

[imafuturist]

"Just a little," he admitted.

[heroic_jawline]

"I'll be fine," Steve said. "Just having little ugly...pieces of myself follow me around for a weekend was not great."

[imafuturist]

Tony reached up to pull Steve to face him for a gentle kiss. "Sounds like the island decided to make anxiety corporal, huh?"

[heroic_jawline]

"A bit like that," Steve said. "You would have hated it."

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"I'd be curled up in a ball somewhere," Tony admitted. Which wasn't true. He'd just repress extra hard because those sorts of invasive thoughts weren't new.

[heroic_jawline]

"You're stronger than that," Steve murmured, absolutely sure of it.

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Tony kissed him again, letting his hand on Steve's cheek linger. "And so are you."

[heroic_jawline]

"Not this weekend, I wasn't," Steve said.

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"Made it through, didn't you?" Tony asked quietly. "That's strength."

[heroic_jawline]

"That was pure bull-headedness," Steve said, reaching for more pizza. "Couldn't let the damn statues know they were getting to me."

[imafuturist]

"That's just as good," Tony replied, going for a big of garlic knots. "Fake it til you make it."

Which might have been soom speaking from experience there.

[heroic_jawline]

"Oh, I was faking it for all I was worth," Steve admitted. "While back being small and wheezy."

[imafuturist]

"Pocket-sized," Tony replied, shooting him a fond look before offering one or five over to him.

[heroic_jawline]

Steve made a face. "Not great for running."

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"You're not much for running away," Tony replied. Because he'd known Steve longer than five seconds.

[heroic_jawline]

"Once you start running, they never stop chasing you," Steve said.

[imafuturist]

"Yeah," Tony said, pulling on Steve's shirt so he could bump his forehead against Steve's.

[heroic_jawline]

"Learned that way early on," Steve said. "You too?"

[imafuturist]

Tony was silent at that, closing his eyes for a moment before kissing him again. "We are talking about you here. Don't think I don't know what you're doing."

Nice deflection, Tony!

[heroic_jawline]

"I'm also just interested," Steve said.