As Steve listens to him speak, Tony keeps moving his fingertips slowly, gently along the small of his back. He does wonder what he's thinking, but he's content in just watching him process everything because he's so beautiful that it damn near makes him breathless.
"I have no complaints about that," he answers with a soft smile, noticing that hint of bashfulness that makes him feel as if his whole insides go warm. Steve seems to have an easy way of doing that to him, and while it still takes him by surprise, he's growing to love it.
Although he doesn't show it, Steve's question makes him a little hesitant to answer only because there are some marks that Howard made, and Tony really does not want to shatter that image of his friend that Steve has. Even now, even after those things, Tony has grown to be a protector of his father's legacy. He doesn't show that hesitation, though, and instead just leans in to kiss his cheek before lifting his right arm enough for Steve to see the scar along his forearm. "I broke my arm when I was ten. It was pretty stupid, I was home for the summer and decided to try my luck climbing a tree but I didn't do that well." There's more to that story - a reason why he had been climbing that tree, and how his arm had already been broken when he had decided to do that - but. Yeah. Not going there.
"I broke it again when I was older, and had to get it properly fixed, so...scar. I'm sure the lab has left me some markings on my hands, but I can't even tell you what each one is from. I've been tinkering for as long as I can remember. And I have one on my left leg and knee, it..." He sighs with a sort of smile that pretty much says oops. "I, uh. Let's just say I'm lucky it wasn't worse. I was in my twenties, and I kinda...wrecked one of my bikes."
Honestly, thinking more about it, it's really a wonder he's not covered in more scars considering how many times he has wrecked his cars and motorcycles throughout the years. He still remembers how his mother would react whenever he would do that. How Howard would come down on him - not for risking his life, but for scaring his mother. And then how he was almost on a suicide mission after losing his parents. It had been in one of those reckless nights of mourning that he had messed up his leg, but nope. Definitely not going there.
"See? I'm a genius, but I've done plenty of dumbass things before."
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"I have no complaints about that," he answers with a soft smile, noticing that hint of bashfulness that makes him feel as if his whole insides go warm. Steve seems to have an easy way of doing that to him, and while it still takes him by surprise, he's growing to love it.
Although he doesn't show it, Steve's question makes him a little hesitant to answer only because there are some marks that Howard made, and Tony really does not want to shatter that image of his friend that Steve has. Even now, even after those things, Tony has grown to be a protector of his father's legacy. He doesn't show that hesitation, though, and instead just leans in to kiss his cheek before lifting his right arm enough for Steve to see the scar along his forearm. "I broke my arm when I was ten. It was pretty stupid, I was home for the summer and decided to try my luck climbing a tree but I didn't do that well." There's more to that story - a reason why he had been climbing that tree, and how his arm had already been broken when he had decided to do that - but. Yeah. Not going there.
"I broke it again when I was older, and had to get it properly fixed, so...scar. I'm sure the lab has left me some markings on my hands, but I can't even tell you what each one is from. I've been tinkering for as long as I can remember. And I have one on my left leg and knee, it..." He sighs with a sort of smile that pretty much says oops. "I, uh. Let's just say I'm lucky it wasn't worse. I was in my twenties, and I kinda...wrecked one of my bikes."
Honestly, thinking more about it, it's really a wonder he's not covered in more scars considering how many times he has wrecked his cars and motorcycles throughout the years. He still remembers how his mother would react whenever he would do that. How Howard would come down on him - not for risking his life, but for scaring his mother. And then how he was almost on a suicide mission after losing his parents. It had been in one of those reckless nights of mourning that he had messed up his leg, but nope. Definitely not going there.
"See? I'm a genius, but I've done plenty of dumbass things before."