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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"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."

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"Just a dream," Steve murmured, rubbing his eyes with his free hand. "Ugh."

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"Yeah, those might happen with more frequency after your camping trip," Tony replied, kissing his temple.

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"Ugh," Steve repeated, with feeling.

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"Yeah," Tony agreed with a little huff of commiserating laughter.

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"Can I just skip that part?" Steve asked.

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"Wouldn't that be nice," Tony replied dryly, kissing him on the temple again.

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"Get to work on that, genius of mine," Steve murmured, resting his head tiredly on Tony's shoulder.

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Steve, that way lay things like BARF. "Okay," Tony said with complete sincerity, stroking the back of Steve's head and neck soothingly.

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Steve sighed. "That feels nice. The room too."

JARVIS had gotten it a little toasty.

[imafuturist]

Tony was going to end up sweaty and gross, but as long as Steve was happy, he could deal with it.

"Lay down with me again," he said, pulling Steve gently back against the bed. This time with Steve using his chest as a pillow.

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Steve wrapped an arm around Tony's chest and pressed a kiss against Tony's shoulder. "You spoil me."

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"You do the same to me on bad nights," he replied, still idly trailing his fingers through Steve's hair.

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Steve sighed and closed his eyes. "There haven't been many of those in a while," he murmured.

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"Didn't get stuck in any caves over weird weekends," he teased. Because he always had to make light of his trauma. Always.

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Steve, who knew him pretty well by now, leaned up to give him a soft kiss for that.

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A kiss that Tony gladly returned. "We have our good days and our bad ones."

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"I'm glad you're here for both," Steve said earnestly.

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That earned him a terribly fond smile as Tony tilted Steve's head up for another kiss. "Happy to be here too."