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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[imafuturist]

Tony smiled back at him, squeezing Steve's hand. "I'll flatter you till the end of my days," he teased. Well. Half teased.

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Steve's eyes got a little misty at that--too many emotions floating around right now. "Promise?"

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"Promise," Tony replied with complete sincerity, kissing his cheek again.

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"I do not deserve you," Steve murmured.

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Tony only let go of Steve's hand in order to cup his cheek and tilt his head toward him. "Agree to disagree on that."

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Steve smiled at him. "You sell yourself short, sweetheart."

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"You do the same," Tony murmured, sounding more amused than argumentative about it.

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"True," Steve said, far too wrung out to argue about it.

Steve Rogers was not arguing. Look what you did, Tony.

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And on that day, Tony gained a power than man was not yet ready for.

Tony kissed him playfully, running his fingers through Steve's hair. "How about we take a nice nap and stay in bed until we're forced to be adults again?"

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"Sounds swell," Steve said, snuggling closer and closing his eyes. "Mmm. That feels good, too."

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"Then I'll have to keep doing it," Tony replied, trying and failing to sound put out as he rested his cheek against Steve's shoulder to lazily continue rubbing Steve's scalp with one hand.

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"Mmmm," Steve said, arching a bit into Tony's fingers. "Thank you."

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"Sleep. I'm not going anywhere soon." Well, maybe to get a washcloth.

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"Promise?" Steve mumbled, already mostly asleep.

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"Promise," he repeated, kissing Steve on the shoulder.

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Steve was out cold for a good hour before the nightmare started, and he started stirring restlessly on the bed.

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Tony murmured a sleepy sound that could have been confusion as to why his pillow was moving or automatic comfort to the sounds of distress. Honestly, a mixture of the two was most likely.

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Steve let out a low whimper and moved closer to Tony.

In his mind, everything was icy, and dark, and endlessly, endlessly wet.

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"S'okay," Tony mumbled, wrapping his arms and legs around Steve like the touch starved octopus he was inside.

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"Cold," Steve whispered.

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"Heat, J," Tony said, groping blindly for the blanket. Which was probably trapped under them, but he was still trying.

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Steve bolted upright, panting hard and with a hand clapped over his mouth to stop the scream he was sure he'd been letting out.

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Tony shot up next to him, blinking rapidly to clear his brain up from the autopilot he'd been on. "Steve?" he asked, carefully reaching for his shoulder.

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Steve shuddered, but reached out to hang onto Tony's hand. "Sorry."

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"S'okay," Tony said, immediately pulling him closer. "Nothing to apologize for."