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Late Night Training | flewintotheice

Clint wasn’t typically fond of being fawned and worried over. Since the whole issue in New York, he’d been fairly calm and collect around the others, but at night when everyone was sleeping, Clint would stray from his room and go to the training area Stark had set up for him and just train until fatigue was too strong to handle. Clint liked the archery room. The billionaire had even set up various levels for Clint to adjust depending on what he wanted to work on. Or if someone wanted to train with him. Usually Clint had no one to train with, since everyone was asleep to prevent people from asking too many questions about how he was or how he was feeling or holding up. In reality he was a jumble of things, mostly angry at himself for letting Loki control him for so long. But he ignored it as she strung his ow and found a perch as the simulator began, and started firing his arrows. Just plain ones, since his specialty arrowheads were for missions and combat only. He drew and fired repeatedly as he focused on seeing the faces of the enemies rather than the faces of those he’d hurt while under Loki’s tesseract-fueled mind control. 

[govthookercoulson]

Steve was in the kitchen, humming softly as he worked on a batch of brownies. His back was bothering him a little but he'd mostly ignored it until he was putting the brownies down into the oven and suddenly his feet and the floor were covered in fluid. He dropped the baking dish in surprise. "Oh... god... Phil!! I think my water just broke!"

Phil’s good in stressful situations but he about has a heart attack before his brain snaps into mission mode. So when he arrives in the kitchen he already has dry clothes for Steve and an armload of towels.

[bringerofthestorm-archive]

Six months. That's how long he'd been trying to find and keep hold of Bucky. It had, more than once, ended up with him getting beaten up pretty badly, shot twice, and having to call in back up the last time. He was back at Stark Tower now, Tony having insisted he move in so the team could bond and become more of a family. Steve took that as another responsibility, making sure to check on everyone as often as necessary to make sure they were all okay. But he was completely neglecting himself.

The pattern hadn’t gone unnoticed. Steve was always on his feet – whether it be checking up on the team, running missions, or investigating potential threats – the captain never stop moving. The more Thor scrutinised it, the more he begun thinking it was a distraction. Steve was one determined man, and Thor admired that, but if he kept to this pace, he would wear himself thin until he diffused into the embodiment of exhaustion.

There was one exceptional day where Thor decided this was enough – after watching him run missions and inspect everyone more than once. Thor determined it was impossible for him to have a proper sleep over the past week, despite there being no emergencies. But he couldn’t tell Steve to change but he could certainly try to help.

Seeking out the man, Thor finally managed to catch him in a rare, solitary moment. “Steve? Do you have a minute?”

[stilltakingmetoschool]

[9:15 a.m. PST - Okay pepes, my heads a little foggy from doing a Dare Devil marathon with bf this weekend, but I’m going to try and write replies to things in my Drafts that I’ve been having brainlock on and the rest.

Luv you guys!!! ]

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[text] Sarah and I are in the kitchen having breakfast :)

[text] Did you sleep okay? You were making little moaning sounds in your sleep.

[text] They were kinda sexy noises.

[text] I hope you dreaming of me and you with no clothes on.

[text] I would have checked for a tent, but you were lying on your stomach.

[stilltakingmetoschool]

Tony had been called out of town on business, leaving Steve and Sarah to themselves at the Tower for the time being. They went out a couple of times, once to the park and another time to go shopping for clothes. Sarah was growing like a weed; literally. While Tony was gone, Sarah slept in the big bed with Steve, only because Steve had a run in with a reporter that had thrown him a bit. He hoped Tony would be home soon. Steve hated dealing with reporters and the media without him.

It’s getting harder and harder for Tony to leave Steve and Sarah behind, but his work is important to a lot of people.  It’s not just about the money, but the money helps him build his arsenal of protection for his family.

When he comes home, Steve and Sarah are asleep, both in their bed.

Tony toes off his shoes and carefully climbs onto the bed, lying down so that Sarah is in between him and Steve.  “You two are beautiful,” he whispers, knowing that Steve has probably already heard him coming into the bedroom.