“…Do I want to know what’s happening here?” Natasha asks, pausing by the living room’s door frame to take in the sight in front of her. There’s no immediate explanation as Steve simply looks in her direction, his hands placed on his hips with Tony’s arms wrapped around his waist.
There’re some concerning grunts coming from behind him and Steve pitches forward every so often. Natasha would have suspected something else if it isn’t for the fact that Steve’s expression holds high amusement. He pitches forward again before he’s jerked backwards and a small snort escapes from him.
“Clint questioned Tony’s capability so now he’s trying to prove a point.” Steve informs her and it’s here that Natasha finally realises that what’s going on. She tilts her head a little and sees Tony’s knees bend before they attempt to carry Steve’s weight with his arms. It doesn’t work (for obvious reasons) as Steve is barely lifted off the ground.
Natasha is soon joining Steve as she tries not to laugh herself.
“How dare he—” Tony’s words are cut off with another grunt as he tries to lift Steve again. “—question whether or not I can—” He lets out a short yell as he goes for another attempt and Steve’s shoulders shaking in mirth. “—lift my own husband. It’s absurd.”
Natasha nods solemnly. “He had no right.”
Tony’s head peeks over Steve’s shoulder and his cheeks are flushed, curls all a mess and his mouth parted to draw in air. “Exactly!” He exclaims and Steve raises an eyebrow in Natasha’s direction. An eyebrow raise that says don’t encourage him, he may pull out his back.
Steve allows him to have one more go before he decides it’s enough and carefully removes Tony’s arms from his waist. Natasha then watches, quietly, as Steve softly cups Tony’s face and leans down to kiss those flushed cheeks.
“Listen,” Steve starts. “Clint is an idiot.”
“And he obviously doesn’t know how strong you are,” he continues and pecks Tony’s pouting lips. “I mean, you lift heavy stuff in the workshop everyday without my assistance and you have these biceps.” His hands slid down to squeeze at them and Tony lets out a small laugh. “So strong and very much capable so you don’t have to prove anything by carrying me because you carry me in other ways.” He gives a soft smile and Natasha’s heart squeezes in her chest, the moment before her wonderful yet so intimate.
She feels like she’s intruded.
“You lift me up with your love and care and support,” Steve murmurs fondly. “You gave me a home and a family.” His hands go to caress Tony’s cheeks again, thumbs running over the apples of them. “That means way more to me than being able to lift me off the ground. Which you still do in the suit by the way.”
Tony laughs, the sound a little wet but it’s happy, and he looks up at Steve with eyes filled with a love that only Steve can have.
It’s beautiful and Natasha smiles before leaving them be.
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