24 for SteveTony, pretty please? 🥺💖
The moment Steve steps off the elevator onto the communal floor, he makes a beeline to where Tony is munching on blueberries as he waits for his coffee to brew, and hugs him from behind.
Tony jolts forward, a few blueberries spilling out of their container onto the counter. He puts the box down and turns around to return the hug, tucking his head neatly into the crook of Steve's neck and brushing his hands along Steve's back.
"You okay, big guy?"
Steve sighs softly. "Yeah," he mumbles into Tony's hair.
He squeezes his arms just a little tighter, and Tony responds in kind. One of his hands drifts up to Steve's nape and he idly cards through Steve's hair. Steve hums, tension draining out of his shoulders as he sinks into the feeling of being surrounded by Tony.
He doesn't know how long they stand there in front of the coffee machine, wrapped up in each other's arms. But by the time he steps back from their embrace, the fresh pot of coffee has turned lukewarm.
Tony doesn't mind, just shrugging and pouring himself a cup anyway.
"What was that about? You sure everything is okay?" he asks as he takes a sip.
Steve just smiles, feeling better simply because he's with Tony.
"Just wanted to hold you," he says.
"Okay."
Tony puts his mug back down and steps into Steve's arms again, and his heart soars.
