Apartment Above Stark Industries, Sunday Evening

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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 squeezed Tony's hand again. "Of course you did. She was your mom."

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"Parents, right?" Tony asked with a helpless little laugh.

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Steve leaned in and kissed him. "Something like that."

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It wasn't fair dragging Tony's issues into this discussion, Steve. Wasn't fair at all.

"What about your dad? I don't think you've ever mentioned him."

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"He died in the war when I was a baby," Steve said. "I only know him as a picture on Ma's bureau."

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"Sorry," Tony murmured, kissing him again and again, quick and light like he needed to make up for even bringing it up

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"It's okay," Steve soothed. "Part of why I was so anxious to do my part, though."

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"And the usual stubborn nature?" Tony asked as he was just forced to kiss him again. Just in case.

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"Perhaps some of that, too," Steve said.

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"Just some?" He brushed his fingers through Steve's hair, giving him a fond look.

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Steve smiled back at him. "Sixty percent?"

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"Seventy." Tony would know. He was a math nerd.

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"Sixty five," Steve said, stubbornly.

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"Sixty-nine." Tony, no.

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"Sixty-six."

Steve.

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"Sixty-eight."

They deserved each other.

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"Sixty-six," Steve repeated, narrowing his eyes.

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"Seventy-two."

Well now he was just being a brat. Which meant he thought things were back to normal.

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"Twelve," Steve said, grinning.

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"I'll show you twelve percent," Tony muttered, tugging him into a kiss.

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Steve kissed him back with a bit more desperation than he was normally comfortable showing. He'd been more shaken up than he'd like to admit.

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Which made Tony gentle it a little, not letting him go anywhere anytime soon. Because he--they both needed this.

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Steve moved back into Tony's lap, straddling his legs, but just keeping the kissing going. He wanted the connection more than any kind of physical release.

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Tony wrapped his arms around Steve's waist to hold onto him. "Got you," he murmured.

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"So glad that you do," he whispered back.