3rd Person gets: A romantic kiss
Tony Stark had practically staggered into his arms, distraught and mumbling something about having killed someone. Snowdrift frowned with incredible disapproval on his face, and smelled the man’s breath with his sensitive nose, sensing the astonishing amount of rice wine and sweet grape wine on his breath almost at once.
Snowdrift’s eyes widened as Tony suddenly grasped the back of his neck…and not just any part. It was the most sensitive, but Tony had tweaked the Shado-Pan Blackguard Master in just the right way. At once, Snowdrift’s lips made the rest of the journey and he kissed Tony on the forehead, holding the man delicately to him and making deep rumbling noises of contentment. “I’m here…” Snowdrift murmured.
Before Tony could slip his hand further down Snowdrift’s broad back and inside his uniform, Snowdrift hastily disengaged his lips and pressed Steve’s head against his shoulder. The human’s wet tears dripped down the red sleeve of his undershirt.
"I sense…that this is not a good time for you." Snowdrift murmured aloud. "But I am here, Tony."
((THE REMAINING SCENE IS SHROUDED IN MIST))