Tony remembers those days, too, and he gives a nod as the look on his face becomes more fond than anything. Because, yes, he had suspected that before; whenever he would build something with Steve in mind, but he never seemed very interested in it. It's good to know his suspicions were right, though, and he can't help but smile a little brighter because of it.
After the quick peck that Tony had given Steve's lips, he hadn't really been expecting anything else after that. But then he's sitting down next to him, and he's kissing him, and for the first time tonight he manages to relax. It even feels as if his breathing comes a little easier, and it's a wonder that Tony doesn't pull Steve back in for another kiss. He wants to tell him that everything else could wait, that he was fine, but it all ends too quickly and Steve is getting back up again.
And...he's asking him to unzip and take off his shirt. Somehow he manages to not choke at the surprise, but he grins. "You know, I didn't think I'd be undressing for you so soon after we started seeing each other..."
Not that it would be a new concept for him. Tony generally doesn't wait this long to sleep with someone while dating them, but with Steve it's a whole different ballgame. Not that he minds it - they both need time, each for their own reasons - but he still can't help the teasing tone in his voice.
The playfulness disappears pretty quickly, though, when he realizes what taking his shirt off will mean. It will mean Steve seeing the scars from the bombing, the arc reactor, the remnants of old injuries from back home. That's on top of whatever other markings he might have been left with during the fight, and Tony is suddenly tempted to just get up and find a way to distract Steve. Somehow. Maybe if he just starts kissing him, that will just make him forget about the first aid kit?
But, he knows the answer to that before he even stands, so he doesn't. With a sigh under his breath, after some hesitation that he tries to not show, he unzips the top part of the jumpsuit and carefully takes it off down to his waist. Pulling his arms out of the sleeves already tells him that taking off his shirt will be a bitch to deal with, but after sucking in a breath, he forces himself through it. There's a bruise forming on his lower back, where a pipe had hit him in the beginning of the fight, but the most obvious one is the one on his side. There's some inflammation as well, but at least he wouldn't require stitches for anything. Which is probably a good thing, considering the scars that are already scattered along his chest. There are markings from where the shrapnel had torn through his skin along his chest and shoulders during the bombing. And, as if that wasn't enough, there were the marks from back home - the old gunshot wound on his left shoulder from his escape from the cave Afghanistan; an old scar that looks like something stabbed him deep runs along his side, almost down to his hip and, while he can't see it from this angle, he knows exactly where there's another scar on the back of his right shoulder blade, making almost an indentation where a small piece of skin never quite returned properly.
Of course, the one he hates the most is the big glowing circle that is embedded in the middle of his chest. He shifts awkwardly in his spot, ready to put his shirt back on again, but Steve is suddenly walking back into the room and he lets out a small sigh under his breath as he looks down at his shirt. Mainly because, if he does so, maybe he won't see Steve's reaction to seeing him for the first time.
"...it's not that bad. I don't think you need the...first aid kit." Can I put my shirt back on now?
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After the quick peck that Tony had given Steve's lips, he hadn't really been expecting anything else after that. But then he's sitting down next to him, and he's kissing him, and for the first time tonight he manages to relax. It even feels as if his breathing comes a little easier, and it's a wonder that Tony doesn't pull Steve back in for another kiss. He wants to tell him that everything else could wait, that he was fine, but it all ends too quickly and Steve is getting back up again.
And...he's asking him to unzip and take off his shirt. Somehow he manages to not choke at the surprise, but he grins. "You know, I didn't think I'd be undressing for you so soon after we started seeing each other..."
Not that it would be a new concept for him. Tony generally doesn't wait this long to sleep with someone while dating them, but with Steve it's a whole different ballgame. Not that he minds it - they both need time, each for their own reasons - but he still can't help the teasing tone in his voice.
The playfulness disappears pretty quickly, though, when he realizes what taking his shirt off will mean. It will mean Steve seeing the scars from the bombing, the arc reactor, the remnants of old injuries from back home. That's on top of whatever other markings he might have been left with during the fight, and Tony is suddenly tempted to just get up and find a way to distract Steve. Somehow. Maybe if he just starts kissing him, that will just make him forget about the first aid kit?
But, he knows the answer to that before he even stands, so he doesn't. With a sigh under his breath, after some hesitation that he tries to not show, he unzips the top part of the jumpsuit and carefully takes it off down to his waist. Pulling his arms out of the sleeves already tells him that taking off his shirt will be a bitch to deal with, but after sucking in a breath, he forces himself through it. There's a bruise forming on his lower back, where a pipe had hit him in the beginning of the fight, but the most obvious one is the one on his side. There's some inflammation as well, but at least he wouldn't require stitches for anything. Which is probably a good thing, considering the scars that are already scattered along his chest. There are markings from where the shrapnel had torn through his skin along his chest and shoulders during the bombing. And, as if that wasn't enough, there were the marks from back home - the old gunshot wound on his left shoulder from his escape from the cave Afghanistan; an old scar that looks like something stabbed him deep runs along his side, almost down to his hip and, while he can't see it from this angle, he knows exactly where there's another scar on the back of his right shoulder blade, making almost an indentation where a small piece of skin never quite returned properly.
Of course, the one he hates the most is the big glowing circle that is embedded in the middle of his chest. He shifts awkwardly in his spot, ready to put his shirt back on again, but Steve is suddenly walking back into the room and he lets out a small sigh under his breath as he looks down at his shirt. Mainly because, if he does so, maybe he won't see Steve's reaction to seeing him for the first time.
"...it's not that bad. I don't think you need the...first aid kit." Can I put my shirt back on now?