Tony breathed out a sigh, his tiny chest rising and falling against Steve’s. He was the only family Steve had in this century, and he was losing him already.
Shit. He couldn’t do this. He wasn’t ready.
Back when trouble was in its early writing and I was still plying @festiveferret with doodles, this ended up getting drawn because it’s ferrets favourite style of mine, and the angstiest scene I could think of I put to it would go on to be the actual scene in the story.
But it never got posted because I didn’t think it fit as a story illustration, no matter how much ferret shouted at me to, till now as a reward for a deal with her.