A Long Time Coming
iTony held on for a moment, focusing on nothing but his breathing and the sound of Steve’s heart beat. He let the other man’s words wash over him, the tone and inflection soothing and grounding. He let himself calm, not enough that he felt better completely, but enough that he could at least think again, form coherent words again.
In all honesty, it was a big step in the right direction for him.
"Wow. OK. Let’s just… pretend that didn’t happen since it’s been happening far too much for my taste." He grimaced and laughed, the sound shaky and fragile, no matter how much he tried to cover it up. “Whoa. Harley would have gotten a kick out of this, the big, brave super soldier coming to the poor genius’ rescue." Tony swallowed hard and closed his eyes again. “Though I must admit, the position is rather comfortable. You’ve been working out. Nice abs, husband of mine."
"I'm sure he would have." Steve chuckled, realizing how much he missed Tony's quips of humor. "You know I work out every morning to stay in tip-top shape. Part of the Army regime. You, my dear, are getting a little too thin- but I know just the thing to help."
If Tony thought he was comfortable, Steve imagined he felt immensely happy. They weren't past the anxiety and panic attacks by a long shot, but they had taken a step together.
"Hey, now that you're back, you and I can go ride out motorcycles together again. Would you like that?" Steve inquired. "Unless you feel you're not able to drive or just feel like gripping my abs."
A pathetic excuse for a joke, but Steve thought it was funny. He planted a kiss on Tony's forehead and thought for a moment about a few things. He'd be asking JARVIS to set up two doctor's appointments for later that week- one for Tony, one for Steve himself- as well as asking for research on a few other things.
"Hey, come on. Do you want to eat something?"











