For @musicalluna-draws, based off this lovely piece of Art.
Rating/Warnings: Teen +; No Archive Warnings Apply.
Relationship: Steve Rogers/Tony Stark.
Tags: Fluff; Happy; Established Relationship; Kisses; Neck Kisses; Teasing; Happy Tony Stark; Happy Steve Rogers’ 2012 Happy Era; Because we as a fandom could use some of that happiness.
“Hey, what are you doing in here?”
Letting his lips curl up into a wide, happy smile, Steve turns, lips stretching into a wide grin, eyes crinkling at the sides as his gaze lands on Tony — wearing a pair of Steve’s sweats that rode almost obscenely low on his hips — who’s hair was sticking up in all directions as he shuffles sleepily into Steve’s studio.
“Hey,” he rumbles, turning on his stool, and as soon as he’s close enough, pulling Tony between his parted legs and looping his arms around his bare waist. “Mornin’, sweetheart.” Stretching up, he presses what starts a quick kiss to Tony’s lips, which quickly turns into something deeper when Tony responds.
“Thought we agreed a morning in bed, big guy,” Tony murmurs, voice still raspy with sleep, and lets his lips pull down into a pout as he peers down at his fiance.
Chuckling as he gives Tony a squeeze, “We did,” Steve nods, smile shifting into something more sheepish right before he ducks his head to press it against Tony’s chest, next to the reactor. “Sorry, doll, woke up and needed to flush out this sketch,” he unwraps an arm to flap his hand at his desk behind them. “Couldn’t, couldn’t not get it down on paper,” he adds as he pulls back to grin up at Tony.
Letting out a huff of laughter, Tony smiles down at Steve, moving his hand to smooth his hair back and presses a kiss to his forehead, “Guess this is what I get to look forward too, what with me marrying an artist and all,” he teases.
“And you get to look forward to interrupted date nights and holidays being postponed because you’re also marrying Captain America,” Steve snarks as he lets his arms drop, hands moving to sit on Tony’s hips, giving them a squeeze as his partner steps back.
“Well, at least you get to look forward to the same, with you marrying Iron Man.”
“And engineering binges too.”
“Ah yes, yes, you get to enjoy those too,” Tony nods with another huff of laughter. “I guess I’ll let you get back to your,” pausing he tilts his head to peer over Steve’s shoulder, squinting before rolling his eyes as he spots an almost completed sketch of himself and his bots, “Drawing. I’ll be lounging in our now big, but cold bed. By myself.”
Shaking his head, Steve turns back on his stool, grabbing his pencil again, “I’m almost finished,” he promises, “Than I’ll be back up to help you rewarm the bed.”
Tony lets out a hum as he moves to press himself up against Steve’s broad back. Lifting his right hand, he curls his fingers in Steve’s white tee shirt and pulls it until his bare shoulder is exposed, while he moves to curl his left hand around Steve’s neck. Bending down, Tony noses at his pale skin before presses kisses to his neck, forcing Steve to tilt his head to the side. After a moment, Tony pulls back and speaks so his lips graze Steve’s skin. “Just a reminder on what you're gonna be missing out on.”
“Tony,” Steve moans out, half exasperated, half whining, as he makes himself reopen his eyes — curious when he’d even shut them — and stares down at his sketchbook for only a second as he seems to come to a decision and drops his pencil and spins around quickly, arms wrapping around Tony as he pulls the other man into him as he shoves up to his feet. “Bed. Now.”
Grinning, Tony nearly cackles as Steve moves, manhandling Tony up into his arms. Wrapping one arm around Steve’s broad shoulders, and his legs around his trim waist, he bends to press open mouth kisses to any part of Steve’s skin he can. “Well, if you insist, baby.”
I got to write something based on the awesome, and talented @maru-draws! I choose to use this amazing piece as my inspiration!
Rating/Warnings: Teen +; No Archive Warnings Apply.
Relationship: Steve Rogers/Tony Stark.
Tags: Fluff; Set in season one; Episode 2; Angst; Nightmares; Love; Established Relationship; Married Stony; Steve not being okay with Tony losing the arc reactor; Mentions of Violence; but no actual violence to be found; Steve just has vivid nightmares.
Steve sprints over, crashing to his knees he reaches out with trembling hands and carefully turns Tony’s body over. He feels his throat tighten, close up as he stares down in horror at the large, gaping hole where Tony’s heart should be.
“Remember how far I went to pull your butt out of the fire?” Tony says, tries to joke, his face pinched in pain, body wincing with every breath he tries to take.
“Tony,” Steve shooting up suddenly in bed as he yells out, his body shuddering, chest heaving and stares into the pitch darkness of his room, as he tries to suck in air. Tilting his head down, he tries to slow his breathing, doing the exercises like the team had taught him to do, desperately trying to calm himself down before his partner notices he’s shaking the bed with how hard he himself is trembling.
“Steve?”
He flinches, pressing himself hard against the headboard, at the sudden noise, before snapping his head to the side and feels his face crumble, his eyes water as he watches the blurry vision of Tony roll over, letting the comforter slide down so the glow of his reactor lit up the room.
“Hey, hey,” Tony murmurs, pushing himself up to sit next to Steve. He curls his hands into fists so he doesn’t reach out — they’d learn the hard way unfortunately that Steve didn’t always react best at times like this to being touched after a nightmare — and waits until Steve shows he’s listening, that he’s aware he’s not alone. “Steve?”
“I’m sorry,” he answers finally, voice wet and small as he curls in on himself, trying to make himself seem smaller. “Didn’t mean to wake you, honey. Go back to sleep.” He moves, lifting the blankets as he turns, ready to climb out and let Tony drift back off to sleep but he’s stopped before he can even turn to place his feet on the ground — God, he must really be off balance if he can’t move quick enough to stop being a bother — by Tony reaching out and gently tapping Steve’s shoulder, causing the man to freeze, near still as a statute.
“Steve, can I, can I hug you?” Tony keeps his voice soft and soothing, and he keeps himself as still as he can as he waits.
Swallowing, he stays still, his arm, with blankets in hand, hovering in the air for long moments before he lets them drop and moves to plant his feet on the ground as he bends, hunching in on himself and says in a small, broken voice, “Yes.”
Tony slowly shifts around, and carefully engulfs Steve, sliding his legs on either side of Steve’s, wrapping his arms around his middle — Steve shivers when the coldness of the arc reactor presses into his overheated skin — and resting his head against his shoulder. Turning his head, Tony presses a feather-light kiss before asking, “Do you want to talk about it? Or do you need me to ramble, or should we just sit in silence for a while, if that’s what you need.”
Swallowing, once, then again, he tries to open his mouth to answer, but all that slips past Steve’s parted lips is a broken, gutted sob that has Tony tightening his grip, pressing more kisses along his shoulders blades. “I’m sorry,” he finally rumbles hoarsely, voice wrecked with emotions, “I’m sorry, Tony, I-I’ll go sleep in my room. I’m sorry-”
“Hey, hey, no, no, Steve, no, okay, no, you’re okay, alright, it’s okay, sweetheart, it’s okay ,” Tony says, words tripping over each other as he rapidly rushes to assure Steve. “Okay, just, just, breath, okay? Just, try and match my breathing, okay?” He takes a big inhale, waiting until Steve mimics him, before slowly releasing it. “That’s it, babe, just breathe with me for right now, okay?”
Slowly, Steve calms down, comes back to himself, Tony still wrapped around him like a koala bear, murmuring every soften often for Steve to keep breathing with him, “Yeah, babe, just like that, doing great honey.” Eventually though, he quiets, lets the silence settles over them before he awkwardly clears his throat, “You back with me, Cap?”
“Ye-yeah. I’m with you Shellhead,” Steve murmurs, voice still rough, still raw, but he lets his husband take some of his weight as he settles back against him. “Sorry, nightmare,” he tries to explain but is quickly cut off.
“Hey, no apologies. We agreed. Okay, it’s okay.” Tony lets himself fall quiet for a moment before speaking up again, “How about we lay back down, that sound good? Not that I’m not happy to sit like this if you need me too, Cap, but I think laying down face to face might be more beneficial to you.”
Letting out a weak chuckle, Steve nods his head slowly, “Yeah. It would.”
Detangling, Tony scoots back and settles back down under the blankets as Steve turns, watches him for a long moment before shuffling down so his head was laying on Tony’s chest, eyes directly staring at the reactor glowing from the middle of his partners chest.
“Steve?”
“MODOK pulled your reactor out,” Steve whispers, voice raw once again, but he cuts himself to swallow thickly. “We. I. We couldn’t get you back to the mansion in time. You. You died in my arms,” he finishes haltingly after a stretch of, not quite but, heavy silence.
“But you did , Steve. You, and the team, you guys got me back in time, okay?”
“I know, but,” he trails off, and brings his hand up to trace the scarring around the edge. “I guess with everything with Skull, and the body switch, and than MODOK, just added up too much. You know?” Leaning forward as he rolls up onto his knees between Tony’s spread legs, Steve leans down to press a kiss to the center of the arc reactor.
“I do,” Tony adds softly. He lifts his arm up, curling his hand up to curl his hand around the nap of Steve’s neck. “I get it.”
“Sorry if I seem touchy for a bit, or clingy for a while,” Steve apologies as he tilts his head back to look up into Tony’s eyes. “I just.”
“Hey, you don’t need to explain. Trust me, honey, I get it.” Tony gives rueful grin as he guides Steve forward to press a firm kiss to his lips. “I’m gonna be the same way about needing to know where you are for a bit. After Skull and, yeah. So I won’t get upset with you, if you don’t with me, deal?”
“Deal,” Steve smiles, pressing another kiss along Tony’s lips before moving, shifting back so he’s laying next to Tony, his head on his chest so his eyes are level with the arc reactor. “I love you,” he murmurs once he’s settled back down, curled around Tony like a protective barrier.
“I know,” Tony replies cheekily.
Letting out a snort, Steve reaches down and lightly pinches Tony’s thigh in response, causing his husband to let out a chuckle of his own.
For @gil-estel, based off this lovely piece of Art.
Rating/Warnings: Gen; No Archive Warnings Apply.
Relationship: Steve Rogers/Natasha Stark.
Tags: Women in STEM; Established Relationship; Married Stark-Rogers; Happy; Fluff; Teasing; Unnamed Science Event; or a Charity Gala; You decide what red carpet event their walking.
“Bored yet, beloved?” Natasha asks low, her voice far too soft for a normal human to hear, but knowing her husband would be able to pick up on it with his superhuman hearing, and flashes a cool smile as she rearranges her body for as the paparazzi call for them to look this way and that.
Steve lets out a low chuckle and turns to beam down at his wife, eyes shining brightly with adoration for the woman in his arms. Bending low to rumble in her ear as he gives her waist a quick squeeze, “How could I be bored, what with the flashing lights, the screaming questions, and you in my arms, darlin’?”
Natasha turns her head to look up and shoot him a fond roll of her eyes, “You’re such a giant sap,” she murmurs just before accepting the kiss he gives her.
“You knew that when you proposed to me,” he shoots back, a teasing smile playing at his lips. “Besides,” he straightens up and moves to trail behind Tasha as they’re called to move beyond the photographers and over towards the reports. “No place I’d rather be than here with you tonight.”
“Biggest lie you’ve ever told,” Natasha snarks back just before the reporters began yelling, vying for her attention so they can be the first to ask her questions. “You’d rather be out punching Hydra or AIM agents.”
“No, no, well, maybe not no, not tonight,” Steve denies, before Natasha can call on someone, “Tonight I’d rather be in the shop watching you work or curled up in bed binge watching Parks and Rec with you. Alone.”
Grinning, Natasha swallows back a chuckle before turning and pointing aimlessly at the crowd of screaming people, “Lets get the torture portion of the night started then, so we can get back to the tower and choose either the shop or our bed.”
