in the toy story 5 trailer when the toys look at woody and buzz and go "it's good to see them arguing again" THAT'S THE STEVETONIEST THING I'VE EVER HEARD
i am so endeared by the idea of steve keeping some of his old habits in the 21st century, like keeping a little notebook in his pocket instead of using the notes app on his phone, listening to the news channel on the radio, reading paperbacks and being adamant about not wanting a kindle, shopping for everything in person and not using delivery services, always having cash in his wallet even though he has a credit card.....
from a 2011 au where tony is like "would you like to come live in my nice warm house" and steve is like "i'm actually doing just fine in my wet cardboard box"
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That night, his room at SHIELD is hard to fall asleep in.
As he does most nights, Steve pulls the sheets and the pillow off the bed because the mattress is too soft and makes himself a new bed on the floor, but the downside is that the floor is colder. The rooms don't have individual heating units and no one has told him where the central controls are, so for the last few weeks, Steve has pulled on sweats and a hoodie over top of an undershirt and put on socks for good measure too. He isn't just cold when he's trying to sleep—he seems to run chilly almost all the time, everywhere he goes. It must be a side effect from spending so long in the Arctic ice.
Steve tosses and turns for a while before sitting up, restless. He can't get Tony and what he'd offered out of his head. Tony, who apparently looked for him for a long time before SHIELD did and might be the only familiar piece of anything left in this future.
Steve climbs out of his makeshift bed and gets out the laptop SHIELD assigned to him. He has no illusions about having any kind of privacy on it, but if anyone at SHIELD has a problem with him typing Tony Stark into the search bar, it isn't him who has something to hide.
It doesn't take him long to find what he's looking for—most of modern technology is quite intuitive.
Stark Industries launches deep sea exploration program; Captain America recovery efforts continue. Exclusive interview with Tony Stark.
Steve is almost amused because the headline makes him sound like a sunken ship. He can't fault them for thinking the Starks were looking for a corpse; Steve thought he was dead, too.
His laptop screen lit up with the article is the only light in his room and he reads about Stark Industries and its brilliantly engineered probes, the future of deep sea exploration, the possibility of marine life conservation efforts, and—
Is it true you're resuming the search for Captain America's body?
Never stopped.
Staring at those two words in the dark—never stopped—is when Steve finally believes it. The man who he only met tonight has been looking for him for years; to him, they aren't strangers. Steve closes his laptop slowly and climbs back under the covers. This is Howard's son. This is the man Howard raised, and Steve should be able to trust him more than the strangers here who only brought up Peggy to him once, when they were convincing him to join SHIELD because she founded it.
Maybe Tony's house would be warmer than it is here.
It's been a few weeks of sleeping in SHIELD’s temporary accommodations when Coulson sends along an invitation to a veteran event. It sounds important and Steve finds himself scanning down the list of military regiments printed on the program, hoping against hope that there might be someone there he knew. He hears that sometimes veterans’ kids come to these events. He wonders about the Commandos’ kids and grandkids. They might all be older than him by now.
His cautious optimism is dashed when he arrives at six o'clock on the dot and realises that the event is not quite like he thought. He doesn’t get a minute to himself or to speak to any veterans whose pins and badges look familiar because he's occupied by brass and politicians from the moment he steps through the door.
Around seven, waiters start circling the room with trays of food and Steve is saved by a man in a sergeant’s dress uniform, with pale blue eyes and a wolfish little curl to his lips. Steve didn’t think veterans this young, maybe thirty or forty, usually liked coming to events like these. It’s too soon and too cruel a reminder. He himself made a mistake coming here tonight.
“James Barnes,” the sergeant says, offering his hand.
Steve takes his hand and shakes it firmly. “Nice to know you. I’m—”
“Steve Rogers, I know,” he says, the corners of his eyes crinkling as his smile melts into something softer. He’s the first person tonight who hasn’t smiled at Steve like their suits are a charade and he’s some kind of prey for them to sink their teeth into, and it’s utterly disarming. “You haven’t been going around introducing yourself to people all night, have you? Everyone knows who you are.”
Steve flushes, caught off guard by his candour and because that’s exactly what he’s been doing. “It’s bad manners not to introduce yourself,” he says, then kicks himself when James smiles more because it sounds so juvenile said out loud.
“Well, it is important to be polite,” James says in a way that makes Steve think it doesn’t actually matter to him at all. “Let’s get you some food.”
omg more softe stevetony from you ahhhh 💜 I love all of these prompts for quiet gestures of affection - take your pick from 2, 12 or 19? 🥰
i wrote 2 here ❤️ many months ago oh no
19. Always reaching for their hand on instinct and getting twitchy if it's for some reason not possible
Tony's gotten touchier over the years, Steve's noticed.
Tony used to keep his hands in his pockets a lot and wouldn't even offer a handshake unless Steve extended his hand first. A lot is different these days, not the least of which is Tony's hand always on his, on his back, on his knee.
"He's not gonna run off if you let go of him for a minute," Clint remarked once.
"He might," Tony said, squeezing the nape of Steve's neck. Maybe it looked possessive, but all Steve felt was safe.
He doesn't know if it's because of the time and distance he'd almost lost Tony to or because he's greedy and wants more the more he's given, but sometimes when Tony's thumb strokes across his knuckles, he wants to ask Tony never to let go of him again.
They're seated apart now at some external meeting, but out of the corner of his eye, Steve can see Tony fidgeting, twisting his fingers together under the conference room table, spinning a pen around and around. He doesn't think he's seen Tony restless this way in a long time. When the meeting is over, Tony crosses the room and reaches for Steve without subtlety, and he sees a held breath go out of Tony when his fingers finally close around Steve's wrist.
Tony smiles at him, so tiny and soft that it's almost fragile, and for the first time, it occurs to Steve—if he ever asked, Tony might say yes.
Fic authors self rec! When you get this, reply with your favorite five fics that you've written, then pass on to at least five other writers. Let’s spread the self-love 💗
S!!!!!!!!!!! 🤗🤗🤗
right now i can only think of one favourite and it's how light carries on endlessly that i wrote for steve's birthday two years ago 🥹
💗 i live in a city that lives in a different age by soliloquent
10,8k words // pairing: tony stark/steve rogers
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“He could ignore the homework altogether — he died for people’s freedom of choice and that applies to him too, he’s allowed to say no — but he wants to prove to his doctor, and himself, that he can do mundane things effortlessly. Partly because he’d like to pass the mental health assessment and make it through the required therapy sessions without raising any flags, and partly because he desperately needs to reassure himself that everything is alright.”
or: Steve Rogers has fourteen days to complete fourteen therapy homework assignments.
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