One day, far far off in the future, when he has the clarity of hindsight, Steve will realize that luck had nothing to do with how they fell for each other. He’ll know that despite all their differences, it wasn’t chance but rather fate that had brought him and Tony together. A lot of things could have gone wrong, might still go wrong, but one day, he’ll be able to see what a rare thing it is to find another human being who doesn’t question sacrifice. A who person who also doesn’t think of himself, not because of an inherent selflessness, but because of a complete lack of self worth.
Right now however, all Steve can think about is how cold Tony’s arm feels against his bare waist, how the only thing between him and Tony right now is a thin cotton shirt, and how he doesn’t even remember when his lips got this close to Tony’s and he’s … he’s kissing Tony back. Ever since the serum, his body naturally runs hotter than a normal human being, but right now, Steve feels like he must pushing a fever. His face, his neck, everything feels hot, and his heart feels like it’s pounding against him. While it’s been a few days since Steve’s blushed in front of Tony, there’s no mistaking the deep scarlet spreading over his cheeks.
When Tony begins to speak again, Steve’s eyes open and he’s still flustered, but Steve stops breathing entirely when he hears ‘…I’m very lucky, to have you.’ His eyes search Tony’s like he’s waiting for him take it back, and it’s only when he doesn’t that Steve starts to breathe again, and a small, unbelieving smile curls along his lips.
“Tony I…” I never thought you’d ever really think that, after everything. “I feel lucky too. That you gave me another shot. That you’re still here.”
Isn’t it odd how, just a moment ago, he was completely at ease with his body, and now, with just the loop of an arm, Tony’s changed everything? Because as nervous as he might seem, it’s not because Steve can’t handle laying out their feelings, he’s just not prepared to go through that kind of emotional journey completely topless.
“Tony I should- put my shirt back on,” he says, eyes looking down into Tony’s like he’s asking for permission. In a way, he is, because Tony’s still holding him, and for a reason he can’t understand right now, Steve can’t bring himself to pull away. His hands, which had found their way to gently holding Tony’s biceps during the kiss, don’t so much as move an inch.
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Right now however, all Steve can think about is how cold Tony’s arm feels against his bare waist, how the only thing between him and Tony right now is a thin cotton shirt, and how he doesn’t even remember when his lips got this close to Tony’s and he’s … he’s kissing Tony back. Ever since the serum, his body naturally runs hotter than a normal human being, but right now, Steve feels like he must pushing a fever. His face, his neck, everything feels hot, and his heart feels like it’s pounding against him. While it’s been a few days since Steve’s blushed in front of Tony, there’s no mistaking the deep scarlet spreading over his cheeks.
When Tony begins to speak again, Steve’s eyes open and he’s still flustered, but Steve stops breathing entirely when he hears ‘…I’m very lucky, to have you.’ His eyes search Tony’s like he’s waiting for him take it back, and it’s only when he doesn’t that Steve starts to breathe again, and a small, unbelieving smile curls along his lips.
“Tony I…” I never thought you’d ever really think that, after everything. “I feel lucky too. That you gave me another shot. That you’re still here.”
Isn’t it odd how, just a moment ago, he was completely at ease with his body, and now, with just the loop of an arm, Tony’s changed everything? Because as nervous as he might seem, it’s not because Steve can’t handle laying out their feelings, he’s just not prepared to go through that kind of emotional journey completely topless.
“Tony I should- put my shirt back on,” he says, eyes looking down into Tony’s like he’s asking for permission. In a way, he is, because Tony’s still holding him, and for a reason he can’t understand right now, Steve can’t bring himself to pull away. His hands, which had found their way to gently holding Tony’s biceps during the kiss, don’t so much as move an inch.