if you’re taking prompts!! steve trying to sneak into his and tony’s bathroom all bruised and bloody from a fight or mission and tony catching him and cleaning all his wounds then cuddling happens🥺
Ahhh anon this prompt is... ancient I’m pretty sure. But I was scrolling through my inbox for inspiration and I found this again and I hope you are still out there to enjoy it!
also on AO3
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A crash jolts Tony awake.
Heart pounding in his throat, he fumbles for his phone, only to find that it’s only three in the morning. Only being the operative word, because he’d just come to bed a little over an hour ago, after spending the majority of the evening watching movies with the team, and then fidgeting around in the lab until his eyes grew too heavy to ignore.
He doesn’t sleep well when Steve’s away on missions without him, and he’s finding that this is only getting worse the longer they’re together. A blessing and a curse, really. Tony finally has the sleep schedule of a normal person, but only if one Steve Rogers is sawing the wood beside him, arms flung protectively across the small of Tony’s back as he sleeps.
Tony blinks a few more times, sees the small sliver of light emanating from beneath the bathroom door, and shakes his head to wake himself up. The only person who could possibly be in the bathroom right now is Steve, who isn’t supposed to be back for at least two more days. But, unless someone managed to get through the Tower's myriad security protocols and shut down JARVIS — which, yeah, okay no — it means it can only be Steve in there. Tony yawns and shoves his glasses on as he makes his way to the bathroom.
Which is where he finds Steve, very much not away on a mission, but standing, all but trembling, right in front of him, eyes glassy with lack of sleep or injury or both, Tony can't tell just yet.
"What are you—"
"Sorry, I... I didn't mean to wake you up," Steve cuts Tony off before the question can leave his mouth.
"Steve," Tony says. It's all he can say once he clocks the deep gash across Steve's forehead, and the way he seems to sway on his feet. His hands are bloody, too, like he put his fists right through a sheet of glass. And, given the fact that this is Steve, that wouldn't actually be such an outlandish idea after all.
There's bruising around Steve's eyes, too, which make Tony think—
"Is your nose broken?" Tony asks incredulously, reaching out as gently as he can manage and laying a hand on Steve's shoulder to steady him.
Steve winces, even though the touch is careful, well meaning. He shrugs, but then meets Tony's eye and nods. "I think so," he says.
"Sweetheart," Tony says, softly. He can see how exhausted and achy he is just by looking at him, but he needs to be sure a broken nose is all that's wrong. "J, do a scan and let me know if there are any other broken bones I should know about?"
"No, sir, it would appear that the broken nose, several bruised ribs, and the lacerations on his head and arms would be the extent of Captain Rogers' injuries."
"Oh, is that all?" Tony mutters. He's wide awake now, taking in Steve and his uncharacteristic admission that something is wrong rather that trying to grin and bear it the way he usually does. Tony’s chest tightens.
"Might look worse than it is," Steve offers, though the way he's gritting his teeth tells Tony otherwise.
"Looks like it feels pretty bad, darling," Tony breathes. He takes in the mess on the floor. The first aid kit lies at their feet, bandages and ointments and a million other things scattered across the floor.
"I dropped that," Steve says. "My hands were... shaking pretty bad I guess." He sounds almost ashamed to have said it.
Tony brings his hand up to cup Steve's jaw, rough with stubble from his time away, and softens at the way Steve leans automatically into the touch. "Here," Tony says. "Let me." He guides Steve back, so that he's sitting on the lid of the toiler, while Tony cleans up the mess and gathers what he needs to get Steve — if not better than at least comfortable enough to sleep.
"Wanna talk about it?" Tony asks, because sometimes they don't. Steve especially, Tony's learned, doesn't always want to rehash the things he sees and does in the field. Sometimes he likes to come home, and hug Tony long and hard before throwing himself headfirst into paperwork. He's learned not to push, knows that Steve will tell him when he's ready.
"Maybe tomorrow?" Steve asks, voice low and exhausted.
Nodding, Tony leans down and tilts Steve face up to get a better look at the cut on his forehead. This, Tony admits, does in fact look worse than it is. It's not particularly deep, and he makes quick work cleaning and bandaging it. Steve's had worse, actually, has already needed stitches and come home with concussions, but that knowledge doesn't make it any easier when he gasps in pain at Tony's touch.
"I know, sweetheart, I'm sorry, I'm almost done, okay? Then we can talk about some ice packs and bed. Deal?"
Steve inhales, a long, shuddering thing, and nods.
"Good," Tony agrees. He runs a finger beneath the dark half-moons that make up the bruise beneath Steve's right eye, feeling him relax just a fraction at the touch.
"If you look like this, I hate to see what the other guy looks like," Tony teases, doing what he can to ease more of the tension from Steve’s shoulders.
Steve manages a small half smile. "Didn't get a good look, but pretty bad, from what Sam said."
"Good," Tony says. He holds out a hand, gingerly taking Steve's hand in his and cleaning the mess of cuts intersecting his palms.
When he's done, Steve looks ready to collapse, but he's not wincing at every touch anymore, either.
"I might not be able to sleep," Steve says apologetically. "I mean, I'm exhausted, but..." he trails off as Tony leads them back to bed. He rummages around in his own dresser for a minute before handing Steve a pair of pajamas. They're old and worn, but Steve likes them for occasions like this; soft and familiar and home.
"It's okay, we can just lay down," Tony tells him. He knows the feeling, how sometimes even though you're exhausted, all the way down to your bones, you're too keyed up to sleep. "You know I never sleep anyway."
"You do," Steve says quietly, slipping in beneath the covers and shivering a little. Tony slides in beside him, doing his best to curl up around Steve as he settles in, wrapping his arms around his middle, careful not to hug too tight and hurt him.
"I do," Tony agrees when Steve stills. "Only when you're here though, that's the secret." He cards a hand through Steve's hair, pushing it back and away from the bandages and soothing him in the process. "When you're here and all in one piece," Tony says, correcting himself.
Steve makes a quiet humming noise in response, sighing as Tony continues to stroke his hand through his hair. "Hmm, you do a pretty good job putting me back together, though," Steve tells him, opening an eye to peer at him.
Tony smiles, pressing his face into the space between Steve's shoulder blades and breathing deeply, taking in the familiar scent of Steve, here amid their sheets, back, mostly safe and sound, in their bed.
"I'm getting too good at it," Tony huffs. "Be more careful, would you? I can't sleep alone, you know."
He can just about hear the small, guilty smile in Steve's soft reply. "I know. I'll try," Steve assures him. His hand finds Tony's in the dark, and he holds it in his like a promise.
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@tonystarkbingo details!
Title: in the morning i'm bulletproof
Collaborator Name: peachy
Card Number: 4017
Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/29913090
Square Filled: T3/Fight
Ship/Main Pairing: stevetony
Rating: G
Major Tags: hurt/comfort, fluff
Summary: Steve comes back after a mission and Tony patches him up.
Word Count: 1271
drax, with a pause spent determining that peter is probably joking and then a hearty guffaw: but my muscles and fighting power are several times your own! your death would be meaningless!
Instead of making up shitty racist headcanons about Miles shoplifting join me in headcanoning him picking up ballet because he thought Gwen being a ballerina was super neat and it would help him in his spiderman job
Miles frantically googling “How high can normal people jump??? How high can ballerinas jump?????? I don’t think I’m supposed to be able to jump straight up to the ceiling and also I keep getting stuck up there please help”
Once Mile’s spider sense pinged lightly about a balcony set and he told the crew master he had a bad feeling about it. The balcony collapsed later. No one was hurt, but now Miles has to go over sets and pronounce them clear of ‘bad feelings’
He’s not even good enough to be in shows yet, but nothing goes out without his seal of approval
honestly I have known so many stage managers and props department people who are Exactly This Superstitious. (And hell, in this case they’re not even wrong he literally has magic danger powers)
I’ve also known a few dancers, and without exception the reaction to finding out this boy can effortlessly hold them in a single arm lift or YEET them dozens of feet in the air (And catch them after!) would be PURE GLEE.
“Okay, Glynda, look, we all know he’s Spiderman. Kid’s terrible at hiding it. But imagine this. None of us tell him we know and none of us tell him how high ballerinas can really throw their partners. And each class we just keep on pretending like we’re impressed with how fast he’s improving but, y'know, he’s still got further to go.”
“Uhuh, yeah, I see that look in your eyes Glynda. You know exactly where I’m going with this. How high do you think Spiderman can throw you?”
“Okay, Glynda, stop giggling, the giggling is creepy. Dessie, please make her stop giggling.”
Imagine the immediate emotional fallout. They just individually relived one of the most traumatic moments of their lives and they’re just shaking and holding onto each other because holy shit they’re alright everything is alright they are both okay. And maybe for the first time they begin to believe there is such a thing as ‘okay’ after everything they’ve been through.
PLEASE I NEED LIKE 500 FICS ABOUT THIS EXACT SCENE!!!!!
remember in catws when steve found out hydra infiltrated shield and he was in new jersey but instead of going to new york to assemble the avengers he went all the way back to washington dc to find sam wilson 😭🤧 #onelove #twocaps
