Body Talk
Sometimes Steve thought he and Tony were better at communicating through action than through words, more truthful. Whatever message that could get lost in transit, they could ensure its safe passage with one gesture, one touch, leaving no room for misinterpretation.
Slamming the arc reactor into Steve's hand in answer to his letter.
Holding Tony by the crook of his arm to ask him to stay, to listen.
Shaking each other's hands, knitting back together again.
This is a very belated @marveltrumpshate gift for @acachette, who is one of the kindest people I've had the fortune of meeting in this fandom and who gave me a whole slew of fantastic prompts, all of which I wanted to write and some of which made their way into this story (pining Steve! Casual intimacy! Communication without a word!). Thank you for bidding on me and donating to a great cause, and thank you so much for your patience.
This took longer than expected because of everything that's been going on since 2020 and because I'm still sad enough about Endgame that it's hard for me to write Endgame fics even though I want to. I tried to work on this fic, then on another idea that was a lot of fun before I realized I had no idea how to write the whole thing, and then this one again for the past few years. Wash and repeat until yesterday when I was finally able to make a breakthrough! It took a long time to write it, but I think I’m happy with how it ended up.
Read on AO3 or Dreamwidth (2,499 words).
