[ Steve has been basking in that indefinably right feeling since he woke up. The way that he felt as the morning sun washed over them, it was the closest that Steve thinks he's ever come to peace. He could lie to himself and pretend it's because they won and for the first time in years the threat of Thanos doesn't hang over them. But he hasn't stayed in bed for hours because he was enjoying the absence of enemies; he was enjoying the presence of Tony. He was really enjoying it.
Fuck. He's in way over his head here.
Naturally, Tony starts to stir just as Steve begins to realize that he's just had one of the best nights, followed by one of the best mornings, of his life, and the person he shared it with isn't nearly the hopeless romantic that Steve has always been. But then Tony brings up the coffee machine and Steve's emotional whiplash leaves him dizzy from how quickly he snaps back to the moment. ]
Yeah? You planning on waking up here often? [ It's as much a question as it is an invitation, and Steve desperately hopes that Tony wasn't just humoring him last night. Everything comes to an end, sure, but he hopes not this, not yet. ]
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Fuck. He's in way over his head here.
Naturally, Tony starts to stir just as Steve begins to realize that he's just had one of the best nights, followed by one of the best mornings, of his life, and the person he shared it with isn't nearly the hopeless romantic that Steve has always been. But then Tony brings up the coffee machine and Steve's emotional whiplash leaves him dizzy from how quickly he snaps back to the moment. ]
Yeah? You planning on waking up here often? [ It's as much a question as it is an invitation, and Steve desperately hopes that Tony wasn't just humoring him last night. Everything comes to an end, sure, but he hopes not this, not yet. ]