coming soon to the superhusbands aluminum anniversary anthology: more steve/tony post-divorce pain!
feat. pain, suffering, gut wrenching sucker punches at every turn
i hashed out 5,000 words this afternoon and this is the first fic I’ve finished since The Divorce Fic. i hope i’ve broken my streak of not writing lol.
thanks @stevetonystudios to helping me out of my rut by way of deadlines! :P
Steve woke in the morning, the grey light of dawn soaking through his bones. He sat up almost immediately, his body an arc that sagged too deeply at the ends. He wiped his eyes, rubbing the sleep from them. Today was a day where he’d slept with pain in his chest and it had sat there all night, coagulating into something that sucked the life from his eyes but not the smile from his face.
He silently went about his morning routine: changing out of his sleeping sweats and into track pants. The kind Tony had always liked. Steve told himself he wore them because they were comfortable and light, openly turning a blind eye to the truth. Sometimes that was the best way to move on.
It was the same reason he hurried to get to the training center before nine. Before Tony showed up to throw a few punches with Happy. Accidental. It wasn’t like Steve knew for sure that Tony was going to be there. Yes, he often showed up between nine and ten, but it wasn’t like Steve went to work out just to see if he showed up.
That was what he told himself.
At 10:05, Steve told himself Tony was just running late. At 10:30, he no longer found a reason to be lifting weights.
