An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
“They say some sets of infinity are smaller than others,” Tony sighs absentmindedly, thumbing at the crossword.
"How can that be possible?"
His voice is soft- brow scrunched in the middle and creasing at his temples. Daylight peered in through the window just to catch a glimpse of him, washed in gold. He's the kind of beautiful Tony used to think only existed in paintings. He is inches away and much too far to reach.
Tony almost forgot about the infinitely expanding universe. Only Steve Rogers could unfurl all of space and time in front of him, and then collapse it with a breath.
(or, they learn a lot at college, but mostly each other)





















