fillers or aus i would love to play running list; if you're interested in any of this, throw up a starter and i am there
steve + peggy
Peggy and Steve's reunion when he returns to the past.
That dance scene. /sobs
Anything about their life afterward.
steve + tony
Conversations about Peggy or Howard, or anything else they'd talk about during their 2-man mission to the past
First time Steve and Tony interact after Tony calls Steve out on how failing together sucks.
Did Steve and Tony ever talk during those 5 years? If so, what did that look like?
[au] Tony survives, but Steve doesn't know that when he goes back in time. So now Steve is really old and Tony is not.
[au] Tony survives and Steve comes back from returning the stones and they rebuild their relationship
steve + natasha
Awful life at Avengers compound before Ant-Man, basically lots of hurt/comfort with each other
[au] When Steve tells Natasha that maybe they should both move on, he asks her out on a date — it becomes a very sad attempt at moving on, but it's also a sad kind of solace.
steve + bucky
Honestly, they barely got any time back together. Steve and Buck MUST have talked before Steve just decided to go back in the past. Possible convo where he admits he's not coming back, and asking Bucky if he wants to return back to their time with him?
steve + anyone
So ... you can so Mjolnir now?
Conversations with various characters when he returns the stones to their rightful place in the past
Someone insisting on going back in time with Steve, and they return all the stones together and this person convinces Steve to come back (or, is convinced that he really doesn't want to)
shuri + anyone
Rebuilding the world from Wakanda
Meeting the other avengers
One-uping our science bros during reconstruction :D
tony stark (AI) + morgan/anyone
I imagine this will be mostly sass.
And with everyone who is not Morgan, this will basically be him joking about how he's going to live forever.
[ Steve pretty sure that these kisses are going to be the death of him. He'd never even known that part of his neck was sensitive in this way and that with just a little bit of pressure, Tony could make him feel all types of things.
Beneath his shirt, Tony's fingers will also be able to find out a lot of things about his body. Steve's skin is completely smooth, no scars, no hair, nothing but beautiful skin paired with the dips and valleys created by his muscles. And yeah, there are ... a lot of muscles.
That final hungry kiss on the lips though, makes Steve realize that maybe tonight, he and Tony might take this further than he ever could've predicted. Because god, Steve feels like he just wants to be as close as humanly possible to Tony — he wants him. And as the kiss gets deeper and hungry, both of Steve's hands now, have found their way beneath Tony's shirt, just above his waist. He's nowhere near the sling — Steve's still rational enough to pay attention to that — but he's holding onto Tony now in a way that's much stronger than before. ]
[ The sensation of Steve’s skin and muscles, paired with the way he’s holding him, is revving up his desire for Steve in a way that he hadn’t expected. Or, rather, that he didn’t think they’d get to explore here, of all places.
He can’t help it, though. As their kiss deepens, and Steve’s hold on him tightens, Tony’s hips seem to even have a mind of their own as he tries to press himself closer against Steve. As if this isn’t already close enough. As if he needs more.
It’s to the point that he doesn’t even think about his arm, or the sling, or where Steve is. His desire for him is even overriding the hesitancy he would be feeling in this moment at the idea that Steve could see or feel the way his skin is scarred on his right side, or feel the old stab wound that Thanos had done on Titan. Right now he’s more interested in Steve, in how he feels, in how he wants him so badly that it’s driving him crazy. ]
[ Tony's hips pressing into him immediately releases a moan from Steve's lips, even if he was doing his best to hold it in. And if there was any doubt before that Steve wants this, it's put to rest by how Steve follows suit, holding Tony's hips against his own as he presses up. And by then, both of them can really feel how much they want each other.
Steve can tell too, that with all the ways Tony has progressed with him tonight, he's done it in a way where Steve could've easily said no, let's stay here, and Tony would've been okay with it. He appreciates it, a lot, but right now, Steve feels a heat inside himself that he doesn't want to put out. He wants... ]
Tony— [ He whispers, neck still tilted up, eyes still closed. ] I—... want this. I want you. [ Steve sound so breathless then, but he wants to give permission, if that's at all what Tony is looking for, and when Steve opens his eyes, it's to look down at Tony to see if he wants the same. ]
[ The way Steve breathes and lets out those moans make Tony breathless in the best way possible. Especially as he feels the way he presses his own hips up, and Tony’s kiss becomes almost desperate as if begging him for more.
The moment Steve speaks, though, Tony pulls back. He’s ready to stop if needed, and for a moment he thinks that this is it. That he hit the limit, and he’d be understanding about it if that was the case. It shows in how he tries to manage the way he’s breathing at once, as if to reassure Steve that he’ll be fine if this is where it all stops for tonight.
The request to stop doesn’t come, though. It’s the exact opposite, and Tony can’t help but blink in surprise at first. The surprise doesn’t last for long, though, and Tony leans in to kiss him. ]
I want you, too. God, I want you so badly.
[ He presses another kiss against his lips, and shifts his position so that he can reach for the button and zipper of Steve’s pants. ]
[ Steve can feel his body literally longing for Tony's when he pulls back. He sees that surprised look on Tony's face and for a second, Steve wonders if he jumped the gun. Did he just give consent to something Tony doesn't want? Wasn't looking for? Oh god—
But Tony's words and especially that kiss shuts up the thoughts in Steve's mind and when Tony tells Steve he's all his, the grin that spreads on Steve's face is undeniable. At that moment, somehow, Steve feels like he's fallen so hard, and so fast for a man he's known for the better part of his life now. And he couldn't be happier. ]
I'm yours too, Tony. Completely— [ is all he manages to get out before he feels Tony's hands get inside his zipper, and even through the fabric of his boxers, the friction of Tony's hand against him is enough to render him speechless. ]
[ Tony's lips part into a grin of his own when Steve mentions that he's his, and lets his hand wander into Steve's pants. At first it's only to run his fingers along the edge of the waistline of his boxers easier as he kisses him, as if teasing him and trying to rev him up a bit more, before slipping his fingers deeper. Except, instead of teasing Steve it feels like he's teasing himself. The sensation of his skin makes that desire for him heighten, and for a moment it leaves him breathless.
He doesn't stop, though. Tony pulls back again, but only so he can straddle Steve and he can pull his pants down a bit lower. Only having one functional arm is a bitch in a moment like this, when all he wants to do is undress him and touch him everywhere, but thankfully Steve picks up wherever Tony can't. He takes in every curve of his body, every dip that he can find. Every once in a while he leans back down to kiss him, as if he needs him to breathe right at this point, but even then his hips grind against his as they make out.
Undressing each other feels like it goes by relatively quickly, especially since it's mainly Steve who he focuses on undressing, and for a moment Tony hates that the tent is so dark since it means he can't see him all that clearly in their first night together. Ultimately, though, it doesn't matter. The way he feels against him is all he can focus on. The way he feels when he's inside him makes his breathing ragged, his grip on Steve tightening as his thoughts feel disjointed from the sense of bliss that he feels. If at any point he feels Steve hesitating over what to do or where to hold him in fear of hurting him, Tony would briskly shake his head before kissing him hungrily again if he's in a spot where he can reach, as if to make him forget about that concern. 'I need you,' he would remind him, almost begging him so he won't stop holding him harder. Rougher. He even forgets about the hesitancy from earlier about Steve seeing - or feeling, considering the darkness - how his body is carved. He wants him to touch him, to want him as much as he wants him. He doesn't want to be treated gently, not for this. Never for this.
He just wants him, almost desperately. Their relationship had never reached this level before, never in a million years would he have thought this could be possible, but now that it is he doesn't want to waste time anymore. ]
[ In many ways, this entire night feels surreal. Steve can hardly believe what's happening — how strongly he feels about Tony already, how much he wants him, how perfect Tony feels to him, and how unbelievable it is that he wants him back in the same way.
It's why, as Tony teases along his waistline, Steve knows he's reached the point of no return. He realizes then that it's not just his body, but all of him that wants Tony to take and explore everything he has to offer, and Steve wants to do the same in return.
The next hour then, feels both like it lasts a second and an eternity. As Tony pulls on his pants, Steve tugs his own shirt over his head and throws it to the side. Unlike Tony, he's glad for how dark the tent is, because ever since the serum gave him this body, he's never shared it like this with anyone before, and it sets him more at ease that right now, a least on their first time, Steve doesn't have to think about Tony's expression when he sees it, and instead, all communication comes from the way Tony holds and touches him hungrily.
He learns, oh boy does he learn a lot, from Tony too, by taking his lead and letting him show him how and what to do so they both end up feeling complete and utter bliss. And god, when he feels Tony inside him, an experience Steve never knew he'd ever have in his life, he knows that this is right. After all, he's been looking for the right partner all his life, and god was Tony worth the wait.
Once Tony's made him experience things he will never forget, however, Steve wants to return the favor. And in the beginning, he is gentle — gentler then even he wants to be because of Tony's arm — but to his surprise, Tony kisses him so hungrily and whispers that shivering 'I need you' into Steve's ear — and yeah, okay, Steve tries to comply. The act that ultimately sets up how rough Steve is going to be, however, comes accidentally. Most of Tony's clothes are still on, even if they'd loosened and unzipped all the relevant places already. But Steve wants to feel all of him, and for a moment, he loses track of his own strength. Both his hands are tugging at the collar of Tony's shirt, achingly, as his kisses only grow in hunger, when Steve hears the sound of cotton ripping at Tony's collar. His eyes blink sharply open then, looking at Tony in fear that he'd just taken something too far, but what he sees instead, is desire matched with another moaning whisper for Steve to keep going. After that, amidst a chaos of kisses and moans between them, Steve rips Tony's shirt entirely open.
After that, he doesn't hesitate anymore. He picks Tony up and sets him down so his back is against the inside of the sleeping bags, reversing their position so that Steve can start kissing Tony everywhere — including every single one of his scars and the new ones created on his arm and neck and the side of his face. He savors every touch of his lips, teasing Tony as he goes, one hand always bringing Tony closer to release as his lips make his way around Tony's body. And then, right when he feels Tony practically begging for it, Steve slides himself inside him, his hand never leaving Tony as they thrust and grab and grip at each other with such force that it will surely leave bruises in the morning.
And in the end, when they're both panting and breathless and completely spent, Steve moves Tony back on top of him, gently, and wraps the sleeping bag around them both like a soft cocoon, and he holds Tony that way for the rest of the night, as they both drift off to sleep. ]
[ If there's any bit of Steve that is doubtful of how much Tony wants him, and how rough he's comfortable with, when Steve rips the collar of his shirt is a very clear answer. There's no doubt that Tony had already been turned on, but that act alone threatens to undo him right there on the spot. That's why he's so quick to encourage him to continue, to even go harder if he wants to, and when he rips his shirt entirely open Tony's convinced that Steve Rogers is welcome to rip through his entire wardrobe if it means it happens like this every time.
For a brief second his mind goes back to his scars, though, and the stupid fear that Steve will be revolted by them threatens to dampen his mood, but the way that Steve kisses him and all the grooves and dips in his body from the scars stops it from actually happening. He would be lying if he said that it doesn't feel good as he does that, the intimate act of letting Steve in and touching a part of him that literally only three other people the world have seen (in a very different context, obviously), and it surprises him when he realizes that with Steve, this is easy. That being this intimate with him is this comfortable. It makes him fall for him even harder. It makes him want him even more desperately, and he already knows he'll be delighted by whatever bruises show on him in the morning.
By the time he drifts off to sleep, curled into Steve, his clothes and sling have been discarded off to the side. He's perfectly comfortable against him, his body already addicted to the way Steve's body feels against his. Throughout the night he doesn't move, blissfully content and spent after their night together, and for the first time since his nights in Wakanda, he sleeps perfectly throughout the night. The sun shining outside of their tent is what finally wakes him, but even then, it takes him a moment to actually want to open his eyes. He's so comfortable and warm that he just wants to stay wrapped up in it for as long as he can, and...
...he remembers exactly why he's this comfortable. Why he's this warm. A sleepy smile crosses his lips at the memories of last night, and while it still feels too good to be true, his body tells him that it definitely had not been a dream. His whole body is sore in the best way possible, and even if his arm is already aching in a way that he knows might need his meds later, it's worth it. So completely worth it. Now that it's not so dark in the tent, he also knows that Steve will be able to see the way his arm and right side of his torso look, how the skin is scarred much more than his face and neck are with large patches of skin still looking raw and angry even if they're as healed as they can get, but to his credit he doesn't immediately slink off to get dressed right away. Last night their relationship had stepped into new territory, and if this is going to become a more frequent occurrence... Well. He might as well let Steve see what he has been hiding under long sleeves and the sling.
When he feels Steve stir, Tony finally opens his eyes, the sleepy smile from earlier growing a bit more. It all still feels too good to be true, like waking next to Steve is something that he could have only dreamt of, but he's delighted to realize that it's real. He's really here. ]
[ Eyes blinking open slowly, Tony's face is the first thing he sees. He looks beautiful, given how the sun has lit up the tent, and there's a sleepy smile on Steve's face as his own memories of last night start to come back to him. ]
Good morning.
[ Steves moves his hands and arms a little, brushing up and down against Tony as he does, as if confirming that this is real, that his sense aren't playing tricks on him, that Tony Stark is in his arms right now, having slept there all night — and that the two of them, entirely naked and warm and comfortable, are still pressed against each other. ]
So— [ he asks, proudly admiring the way Tony's body slowly moves with his when he breathes in and out. ] —how'd you like sleeping in a tent?
[ And god, once he starts to remember, scenes from last night start pouring back into his memory. Running out of air. Ripping Tony's shirt open. Holding him closely, right after. And maybe Steve is still a little emboldened by how much Tony encouraged him last night, but as he waits for the answer, Steve moves one hand up into Tony's hair, smiling as he does so because he remembers how much Tony enjoyed it yesterday. But simultaneously, he moves his other hand down over Tony's back, over his waist and dangerously close to his ass, before he just leaves his hand there, his thumb brushing up and down against Tony's skin. ]
[ Tony takes a deep breath as he shifts his head so that he's closer to Steve, breathing him in. God, it's intoxicating the way he makes him feel. The way his hands and arms feel against him, how his body is pressed against his. He idly wonders if they even need to get up at all, or if they can stay in the tent the rest of the day.
That thought especially settles in his brain as he feels the way that he runs his fingers through his hair, the way his other hand moves along his body. It sends a shiver of pleasure run along his spine, but by the way that Tony grins as he seems to melt against Steve even further, it's clear that all of this is more than welcome. ]
I loved it. Highly recommended, would definitely do it again.
[ He moves enough so that he can press a kiss against Steve's chest before grinning. ]
[ Steve laughs first, just a soft chuckle. Then he sighs happily at that kiss and he smiles at Tony. ] Well, you're welcome to sleep on me every time. [ He wraps a bit of Tony's hair around his finger then, playing with it for a second, before untangling it. ] I really like having you here. [ And whether he means on the camping trip, or literally on top of him ... well, it's debatable. But Steve probably means both.
He presses his own kiss to the top of Tony's head then, before asking: ] Hungry? Or would you like to stay here for a while?
[ The sound of that laugh of his, especially this close to him, fills Tony with such warmth that it mesmerizes him at first. He always knew he liked Steve's laugh, but now... This is a whole new level of like that he hadn't known before. ]
Careful, I'm going to take you up on that. [ Sleeping on him is something that Tony's already hoping he'll be able to do more often. The way he smiles, happy and content, is proof of how much he's loving this. ] I really like being here.
[ At Steve's question, Tony actually considers it before he lets out a quiet chuckle. ] I'd love to stay here, but you gave me quite the workout so food sounds good.
[ If Steve wasn't convinced that it'd be too much to suggest after the first ... was it really ... yeah, the first day of their new relationship, he'd be more than happy to have Tony sleepover every night, and to wake up like this with him every morning. Instead though, he just gives Tony a loving smile.
He actually blushes a little at Tony's workout comment though, and now that it's light again, Tony will be able to see it. Still. ]
I did promise you the best pancakes of your life. [ Steve's arms then both slide back toward Tony's shoulders. ] Okay. Ready? [ He doesn't really say for what, but with a tiny foreshadowing rock to Tony's right, Steve then rolls them both on Tony's left so Steve's on top of him again. He tries, too, to put the least amount of pressure on Tony's body as possible when they move. ]
Alright.
[ He leans down then to give Tony a full kiss, before he extracts himself from the sleeping bag and pulls on his boxers. As he kneels down to unzip the tent flap, he spots his shirt too, and brings that outside with him to pull on. ]
They'll be ready soon. [ He promises, before stepping out. ]
[ That blush of his is adorable, he thinks as he watches him with fondness in his eyes. The last thing he wants to ever do is make Steve uncomfortable, but at the same time he’s curious to see what else will bring that same blush to Steve’s cheeks more often.
The way Steve rolls him over is impressive, and by the time he’s on his back and staring up at him there’s a huge smile on his face. ]
Thanks, love.
[ It’s tempting to pull him in for another kiss right after the one that Steve gives him, but he reminds himself to behave. If he’s hungry, he can’t imagine how hungry Steve must be since he needs more food than him to function.
Once Steve is up, Tony stretches before slipping on his boxers, then his pants, and...oh, right. The shirt was ripped. He grins at the memory, already eager to see what he can get Steve to rip next.
After slipping the sling back on, he steps out of the tent so he can grab his water bottle. He had forgotten it out by the log where he had been sitting, and well, it doesn’t feel right to just lay in the tent while Steve is out here cooking. He doesn’t bother with a shirt, but he hopes Steve doesn’t mind. ]
[ There's just something about hearing Tony call him love that makes Steve grin all the wider. He likes being called that — love — by Tony.
When Tony emerges from the tent, Steve's just finished getting the fire started again and walking back to his pack. Even when Tony has his shirt on, Steve can't seem to look away, so when he sees Tony come out of the tent without one, it's even harder for him to not just stare for a second and blush at the thought of how much of Tony he'd kissed last night.
Tony asks if he can help though and Steve nods, blinking a few times when he looks back down at his pack just to clear his head a little. It's hard to think about Tony and pancakes at the same time. ]
Yes, you caaaaaaan— [ He stretches the word out as he digs for the plastic cups he's brought, before pulling two out along with a plastic spoon. ] Hold one of these for a second.
[ And then comes the batter. It's sealed tight in a small ziplock bag, and Steve dumps some of it into the cup Tony's holding before taking it over. Then, Steve hands Tony a new bottle of water. ] I'm gonna stir. Just pour a steady stream of water in as I do that. Okay?
[ It's pretty easy work and after doing two or three rounds, both plastic cups are filled with pancake batter. ]
If you get cold, you can wear my shirt if you'd like. [ Steve offers, as they carry the cups over to the fire. He sets down his cup on a rock nearby and picks up the skillet they used last night with both his hands. ]
Pour yours in here? Should be good to make at least two.
[ For all of Tony’s new insecurities over his body, Steve is slowly easing him out of that shell. The way he looks at him when he sees him without a shirt makes him breathe easier, even if he hadn’t consciously realized just how nervous he was about exposing himself like this. Steve hasn’t done anything to make him think something entirely different was going to happen, but he can’t help it. Especially when everything is still so new, not only between them, but the changes his body had gone through.
After taking a sip of his water, he walks over to Steve and follows his instructions as he guides him through this process. Now it’s Tony who has to force himself to focus, though, because he can’t help but think that all this is so damn attractive. He had never seen Steve in this element before, and each time he’s finding himself fascinated by what he does or what he teaches him. At this rate, Steve could tell him they should live outdoors and he might agree to it.
He grins at his offer to wear his shirt. ]
Thanks. Right now I think I’m okay, though. The air feels good. But I’ll let you know if that changes.
[ he leans in to kiss his cheek in a thank you, and then pours the batter in the skillet. He hasn’t tasted the pancakes and he can already tell he’s going to love them just because he and Steve are making them. ]
What else do you like to make when you’re camping?
[ From Steve's end, it's really nice that he gets to share something like this with Tony. Back when they were the Avengers, all that he really got to share with his thoughts on attack strategy, combat training — everything and anything related to fighting. This, stuff like camping? It's something else entirely. Plus, he's sure Tony could figure all this out pretty quick. He is a genius after all.
Actually, I'm dating a genius now, Steve thinks, and it makes him have to stifle a chuckle as he looks up at Tony. If he asks though, Steve'll tell him what that was about. ]
Sounds good. [ Steve certainly doesn't mind watching Tony walk around shirtless. Not at all. And the kiss Tony gives him feels sweet, and as the pancakes cook, Steve makes sure to have his spatula ready too, whenever they're ready to flip. ]
Hmm. Sandwiches are always good. With cold cuts maybe. [ He smiles. ] Or, if you aren't going hiking first, there are more options. You can bring a cooler and some campsites have a grill. Beans and baked potatoes though. Pretty classic. Not to mention if we go fishing or something first — then you already know what you're having for dinner. Though— [ He flips the first two pancakes and looks up at Tony. ] I don't actually like fishing all that much.
[ The chuckle makes him rise an eyebrow, a curious smirk on his face. He’s too curious not to ask. ] What’s so funny?
[ He listens, nodding slightly at the list. All those sound good, and Tony has had some exposure to cooking some of those already during the last five years. He doubts they’re any good compared to Steve’s cooking - although he has gotten really good at making grilled cheese sandwiches, but that’s not exactly something to brag about - but he’s willing to cook with him if Steve agrees to it.
At the mention of fish, though, Tony makes a face. ]
I’m okay if we don’t do fish. Wouldn’t that mean that we’d have to, like. gut it and everything?
[ Well, now that Tony's actually gone and asked, Steve's cheeks start to pink up again. ] Uhhh... I was just thinking about how if you wanted to, you could probably pick all of this up pretty fast. Given that, you know, genius, playboy, billionaire, philanthropist. But then I uh— [ Now his cheeks are really starting to get red. ] I thought, well, that means I'm dating a genius now.
[ A beat passes before Steve bashfully asks: ] Is that awful? Maybe that was too embarrassing to say out loud.
[ As for the cooking, Steve's already planning on asking Tony to show him what he's been cooking out here in his cabin for all this time. And grilled cheese happens to be one of his favorite foods.
He laughs though when Tony makes that face. ]
Okay, okay, no fish. I don't like hooking them, and you don't like gutting them. So I think that's pretty settled.
[ The first two pancakes look ready though and Steve asks Tony to hand him a plate from his pack, there should be a couple just on the inside. Then, they get started on the pour and cook of the next two. ]
[ Tony smiles the moment he sees that blush. Not in a way meant to make Steve uncomfortable, just affectionately.
When Steve explains the chuckle, though, now it’s Tony’s turn to laugh softly under his breath. ]
Why is that awful? I don’t think it is. It’s the truth - you are dating a genius.
[ He leans up to kiss his cheek again. ] As much as I could figure it out, though, I much prefer this. And get a chance to share it with you. [ He smirks slightly as he looks at the pancakes before back at Steve. ] Besides, you’re the only person that could have probably gotten me to do this.
[ Steve’s agreement to not do fish makes him actually sigh in relief. ]
Okay, good. I don’t mind eating fish, but the work that goes into prepping it and cooking it... [ He makes a face as he shakes his head. ] No, thank you.
[ Tony follows Steve’s instructions, a smile on his face. ] If these taste as great as they look and smell, I think they have a good chance at winning the title of the best pancakes I’ve ever had.
[ Dating is the important word here, even if Steve has been emphasizing genius instead. Tony's casual confirmation of it though makes his heart feel like it just bloomed. ]
So we are dating then, huh?
[ And that big stupid grin on his face gives away exactly how happy about that Steve is.
Once the pancakes are all cooked, Steve's got forks (but no knives) and a little syrup bottle too. He's reused one of those plastic bear bottles meant to carry honey. ]
Dig in while they're hot.
[ As they eat, they're on the same log as they were last night, but Steve has made sure to sit right up next to Tony this morning, such that every time either of them moves, the other one can feel it. It's...pretty nice. ]
[ Tony can’t quite hide the grin that grows on his face. ]
If you’ll have me, yes. I’d be honored to be dating you, Steve Rogers.
[ Leave ir to Steve to even think about the syrup. Tony can’t help but grin at that detail as well, and god. His man really is perfect, apparently.
As they eat, Tony doesn’t waste any time and also keeps himself pretty damn close to Steve. He loves the proximity almost as much as the pancakes themselves, and when he’s halfway through the first one he can’t help but lean over to plant a kiss on his cheek. ]
This is great, you know. All this. Thank you for such a wonderful trip.
[ Steve grins, you've made him very happy Tony. He's also a little amused at how Tony phrased that though, and Steve thinks it's only fitting that he respond in parallel. ]
I would love to have you, Tony Stark.
[ Something about saying that feels fundamentally good in Steve's heart.
As they eat — and share kisses on the cheek — Steve can't seem to stop smiling, even if he's trying to keep it under control. But Tony's compliment is so sweet, that his smile turns into something much more appreciative. ]
I’ve gotta say, that’s pretty brave of you. But I’m pretty damn lucky that you said yes.
[ Because even now, after everything, he still can’t quite believe Steve is saying yes. That he’d date him. Between his past, and what he considers the burden of his recovery, he can’t quite believe Steve wants him. But he’s so damn glad that he does.
His smile softens, feeling so happy that it feels like his heart might burst. ]
[ Steve leans forward to kiss Tony again then, and for the next few days, the kissing never quite seems to stop.
On the hike back, Steve insists that Tony wear his shirt — for protection — since it'll at least help with any unexpected scrapes or bugs. Steve's own body pretty much ignores those types of things anyway.
Once they do get back, Steve asks if he can use the shower before he goes, and by the time he gets out, Tony's invited him to stay the weekend. He's moved his therapy and they can spend the whole weekend together — if Steve wants. It's touching, honestly, and of course he says yes. He's taking this retirement thing seriously after all, and after the time they had last night, Steve isn't ready to go either. He's also done wasting time.
What he would love however, is for Tony to show him the cabin. He's only seen the porch and one or two rooms, and Steve knows it's a lot larger than that. ]
Give me a tour?
[ He asks, as he pulls on a fresh shirt from his bag. ]
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Beneath his shirt, Tony's fingers will also be able to find out a lot of things about his body. Steve's skin is completely smooth, no scars, no hair, nothing but beautiful skin paired with the dips and valleys created by his muscles. And yeah, there are ... a lot of muscles.
That final hungry kiss on the lips though, makes Steve realize that maybe tonight, he and Tony might take this further than he ever could've predicted. Because god, Steve feels like he just wants to be as close as humanly possible to Tony — he wants him. And as the kiss gets deeper and hungry, both of Steve's hands now, have found their way beneath Tony's shirt, just above his waist. He's nowhere near the sling — Steve's still rational enough to pay attention to that — but he's holding onto Tony now in a way that's much stronger than before. ]
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He can’t help it, though. As their kiss deepens, and Steve’s hold on him tightens, Tony’s hips seem to even have a mind of their own as he tries to press himself closer against Steve. As if this isn’t already close enough. As if he needs more.
It’s to the point that he doesn’t even think about his arm, or the sling, or where Steve is. His desire for him is even overriding the hesitancy he would be feeling in this moment at the idea that Steve could see or feel the way his skin is scarred on his right side, or feel the old stab wound that Thanos had done on Titan. Right now he’s more interested in Steve, in how he feels, in how he wants him so badly that it’s driving him crazy. ]
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Steve can tell too, that with all the ways Tony has progressed with him tonight, he's done it in a way where Steve could've easily said no, let's stay here, and Tony would've been okay with it. He appreciates it, a lot, but right now, Steve feels a heat inside himself that he doesn't want to put out. He wants... ]
Tony— [ He whispers, neck still tilted up, eyes still closed. ] I—... want this. I want you. [ Steve sound so breathless then, but he wants to give permission, if that's at all what Tony is looking for, and when Steve opens his eyes, it's to look down at Tony to see if he wants the same. ]
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The moment Steve speaks, though, Tony pulls back. He’s ready to stop if needed, and for a moment he thinks that this is it. That he hit the limit, and he’d be understanding about it if that was the case. It shows in how he tries to manage the way he’s breathing at once, as if to reassure Steve that he’ll be fine if this is where it all stops for tonight.
The request to stop doesn’t come, though. It’s the exact opposite, and Tony can’t help but blink in surprise at first. The surprise doesn’t last for long, though, and Tony leans in to kiss him. ]
I want you, too. God, I want you so badly.
[ He presses another kiss against his lips, and shifts his position so that he can reach for the button and zipper of Steve’s pants. ]
I’m yours, Steve. I’m all yours.
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But Tony's words and especially that kiss shuts up the thoughts in Steve's mind and when Tony tells Steve he's all his, the grin that spreads on Steve's face is undeniable. At that moment, somehow, Steve feels like he's fallen so hard, and so fast for a man he's known for the better part of his life now. And he couldn't be happier. ]
I'm yours too, Tony. Completely— [ is all he manages to get out before he feels Tony's hands get inside his zipper, and even through the fabric of his boxers, the friction of Tony's hand against him is enough to render him speechless. ]
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He doesn't stop, though. Tony pulls back again, but only so he can straddle Steve and he can pull his pants down a bit lower. Only having one functional arm is a bitch in a moment like this, when all he wants to do is undress him and touch him everywhere, but thankfully Steve picks up wherever Tony can't. He takes in every curve of his body, every dip that he can find. Every once in a while he leans back down to kiss him, as if he needs him to breathe right at this point, but even then his hips grind against his as they make out.
Undressing each other feels like it goes by relatively quickly, especially since it's mainly Steve who he focuses on undressing, and for a moment Tony hates that the tent is so dark since it means he can't see him all that clearly in their first night together. Ultimately, though, it doesn't matter. The way he feels against him is all he can focus on. The way he feels when he's inside him makes his breathing ragged, his grip on Steve tightening as his thoughts feel disjointed from the sense of bliss that he feels. If at any point he feels Steve hesitating over what to do or where to hold him in fear of hurting him, Tony would briskly shake his head before kissing him hungrily again if he's in a spot where he can reach, as if to make him forget about that concern. 'I need you,' he would remind him, almost begging him so he won't stop holding him harder. Rougher. He even forgets about the hesitancy from earlier about Steve seeing - or feeling, considering the darkness - how his body is carved. He wants him to touch him, to want him as much as he wants him. He doesn't want to be treated gently, not for this. Never for this.
He just wants him, almost desperately. Their relationship had never reached this level before, never in a million years would he have thought this could be possible, but now that it is he doesn't want to waste time anymore. ]
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It's why, as Tony teases along his waistline, Steve knows he's reached the point of no return. He realizes then that it's not just his body, but all of him that wants Tony to take and explore everything he has to offer, and Steve wants to do the same in return.
The next hour then, feels both like it lasts a second and an eternity. As Tony pulls on his pants, Steve tugs his own shirt over his head and throws it to the side. Unlike Tony, he's glad for how dark the tent is, because ever since the serum gave him this body, he's never shared it like this with anyone before, and it sets him more at ease that right now, a least on their first time, Steve doesn't have to think about Tony's expression when he sees it, and instead, all communication comes from the way Tony holds and touches him hungrily.
He learns, oh boy does he learn a lot, from Tony too, by taking his lead and letting him show him how and what to do so they both end up feeling complete and utter bliss. And god, when he feels Tony inside him, an experience Steve never knew he'd ever have in his life, he knows that this is right. After all, he's been looking for the right partner all his life, and god was Tony worth the wait.
Once Tony's made him experience things he will never forget, however, Steve wants to return the favor. And in the beginning, he is gentle — gentler then even he wants to be because of Tony's arm — but to his surprise, Tony kisses him so hungrily and whispers that shivering 'I need you' into Steve's ear — and yeah, okay, Steve tries to comply. The act that ultimately sets up how rough Steve is going to be, however, comes accidentally. Most of Tony's clothes are still on, even if they'd loosened and unzipped all the relevant places already. But Steve wants to feel all of him, and for a moment, he loses track of his own strength. Both his hands are tugging at the collar of Tony's shirt, achingly, as his kisses only grow in hunger, when Steve hears the sound of cotton ripping at Tony's collar. His eyes blink sharply open then, looking at Tony in fear that he'd just taken something too far, but what he sees instead, is desire matched with another moaning whisper for Steve to keep going. After that, amidst a chaos of kisses and moans between them, Steve rips Tony's shirt entirely open.
After that, he doesn't hesitate anymore. He picks Tony up and sets him down so his back is against the inside of the sleeping bags, reversing their position so that Steve can start kissing Tony everywhere — including every single one of his scars and the new ones created on his arm and neck and the side of his face. He savors every touch of his lips, teasing Tony as he goes, one hand always bringing Tony closer to release as his lips make his way around Tony's body. And then, right when he feels Tony practically begging for it, Steve slides himself inside him, his hand never leaving Tony as they thrust and grab and grip at each other with such force that it will surely leave bruises in the morning.
And in the end, when they're both panting and breathless and completely spent, Steve moves Tony back on top of him, gently, and wraps the sleeping bag around them both like a soft cocoon, and he holds Tony that way for the rest of the night, as they both drift off to sleep. ]
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For a brief second his mind goes back to his scars, though, and the stupid fear that Steve will be revolted by them threatens to dampen his mood, but the way that Steve kisses him and all the grooves and dips in his body from the scars stops it from actually happening. He would be lying if he said that it doesn't feel good as he does that, the intimate act of letting Steve in and touching a part of him that literally only three other people the world have seen (in a very different context, obviously), and it surprises him when he realizes that with Steve, this is easy. That being this intimate with him is this comfortable. It makes him fall for him even harder. It makes him want him even more desperately, and he already knows he'll be delighted by whatever bruises show on him in the morning.
By the time he drifts off to sleep, curled into Steve, his clothes and sling have been discarded off to the side. He's perfectly comfortable against him, his body already addicted to the way Steve's body feels against his. Throughout the night he doesn't move, blissfully content and spent after their night together, and for the first time since his nights in Wakanda, he sleeps perfectly throughout the night. The sun shining outside of their tent is what finally wakes him, but even then, it takes him a moment to actually want to open his eyes. He's so comfortable and warm that he just wants to stay wrapped up in it for as long as he can, and...
...he remembers exactly why he's this comfortable. Why he's this warm. A sleepy smile crosses his lips at the memories of last night, and while it still feels too good to be true, his body tells him that it definitely had not been a dream. His whole body is sore in the best way possible, and even if his arm is already aching in a way that he knows might need his meds later, it's worth it. So completely worth it. Now that it's not so dark in the tent, he also knows that Steve will be able to see the way his arm and right side of his torso look, how the skin is scarred much more than his face and neck are with large patches of skin still looking raw and angry even if they're as healed as they can get, but to his credit he doesn't immediately slink off to get dressed right away. Last night their relationship had stepped into new territory, and if this is going to become a more frequent occurrence... Well. He might as well let Steve see what he has been hiding under long sleeves and the sling.
When he feels Steve stir, Tony finally opens his eyes, the sleepy smile from earlier growing a bit more. It all still feels too good to be true, like waking next to Steve is something that he could have only dreamt of, but he's delighted to realize that it's real. He's really here. ]
Good morning, gorgeous.
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Good morning.
[ Steves moves his hands and arms a little, brushing up and down against Tony as he does, as if confirming that this is real, that his sense aren't playing tricks on him, that Tony Stark is in his arms right now, having slept there all night — and that the two of them, entirely naked and warm and comfortable, are still pressed against each other. ]
So— [ he asks, proudly admiring the way Tony's body slowly moves with his when he breathes in and out. ] —how'd you like sleeping in a tent?
[ And god, once he starts to remember, scenes from last night start pouring back into his memory. Running out of air. Ripping Tony's shirt open. Holding him closely, right after. And maybe Steve is still a little emboldened by how much Tony encouraged him last night, but as he waits for the answer, Steve moves one hand up into Tony's hair, smiling as he does so because he remembers how much Tony enjoyed it yesterday. But simultaneously, he moves his other hand down over Tony's back, over his waist and dangerously close to his ass, before he just leaves his hand there, his thumb brushing up and down against Tony's skin. ]
Hm?
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That thought especially settles in his brain as he feels the way that he runs his fingers through his hair, the way his other hand moves along his body. It sends a shiver of pleasure run along his spine, but by the way that Tony grins as he seems to melt against Steve even further, it's clear that all of this is more than welcome. ]
I loved it. Highly recommended, would definitely do it again.
[ He moves enough so that he can press a kiss against Steve's chest before grinning. ]
And, well, you are a wonderful pillow.
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He presses his own kiss to the top of Tony's head then, before asking: ] Hungry? Or would you like to stay here for a while?
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Careful, I'm going to take you up on that. [ Sleeping on him is something that Tony's already hoping he'll be able to do more often. The way he smiles, happy and content, is proof of how much he's loving this. ] I really like being here.
[ At Steve's question, Tony actually considers it before he lets out a quiet chuckle. ] I'd love to stay here, but you gave me quite the workout so food sounds good.
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He actually blushes a little at Tony's workout comment though, and now that it's light again, Tony will be able to see it. Still. ]
I did promise you the best pancakes of your life. [ Steve's arms then both slide back toward Tony's shoulders. ] Okay. Ready? [ He doesn't really say for what, but with a tiny foreshadowing rock to Tony's right, Steve then rolls them both on Tony's left so Steve's on top of him again. He tries, too, to put the least amount of pressure on Tony's body as possible when they move. ]
Alright.
[ He leans down then to give Tony a full kiss, before he extracts himself from the sleeping bag and pulls on his boxers. As he kneels down to unzip the tent flap, he spots his shirt too, and brings that outside with him to pull on. ]
They'll be ready soon. [ He promises, before stepping out. ]
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The way Steve rolls him over is impressive, and by the time he’s on his back and staring up at him there’s a huge smile on his face. ]
Thanks, love.
[ It’s tempting to pull him in for another kiss right after the one that Steve gives him, but he reminds himself to behave. If he’s hungry, he can’t imagine how hungry Steve must be since he needs more food than him to function.
Once Steve is up, Tony stretches before slipping on his boxers, then his pants, and...oh, right. The shirt was ripped. He grins at the memory, already eager to see what he can get Steve to rip next.
After slipping the sling back on, he steps out of the tent so he can grab his water bottle. He had forgotten it out by the log where he had been sitting, and well, it doesn’t feel right to just lay in the tent while Steve is out here cooking. He doesn’t bother with a shirt, but he hopes Steve doesn’t mind. ]
Can I help with anything?
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When Tony emerges from the tent, Steve's just finished getting the fire started again and walking back to his pack. Even when Tony has his shirt on, Steve can't seem to look away, so when he sees Tony come out of the tent without one, it's even harder for him to not just stare for a second and blush at the thought of how much of Tony he'd kissed last night.
Tony asks if he can help though and Steve nods, blinking a few times when he looks back down at his pack just to clear his head a little. It's hard to think about Tony and pancakes at the same time. ]
Yes, you caaaaaaan— [ He stretches the word out as he digs for the plastic cups he's brought, before pulling two out along with a plastic spoon. ] Hold one of these for a second.
[ And then comes the batter. It's sealed tight in a small ziplock bag, and Steve dumps some of it into the cup Tony's holding before taking it over. Then, Steve hands Tony a new bottle of water. ] I'm gonna stir. Just pour a steady stream of water in as I do that. Okay?
[ It's pretty easy work and after doing two or three rounds, both plastic cups are filled with pancake batter. ]
If you get cold, you can wear my shirt if you'd like. [ Steve offers, as they carry the cups over to the fire. He sets down his cup on a rock nearby and picks up the skillet they used last night with both his hands. ]
Pour yours in here? Should be good to make at least two.
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After taking a sip of his water, he walks over to Steve and follows his instructions as he guides him through this process. Now it’s Tony who has to force himself to focus, though, because he can’t help but think that all this is so damn attractive. He had never seen Steve in this element before, and each time he’s finding himself fascinated by what he does or what he teaches him. At this rate, Steve could tell him they should live outdoors and he might agree to it.
He grins at his offer to wear his shirt. ]
Thanks. Right now I think I’m okay, though. The air feels good. But I’ll let you know if that changes.
[ he leans in to kiss his cheek in a thank you, and then pours the batter in the skillet. He hasn’t tasted the pancakes and he can already tell he’s going to love them just because he and Steve are making them. ]
What else do you like to make when you’re camping?
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Actually, I'm dating a genius now, Steve thinks, and it makes him have to stifle a chuckle as he looks up at Tony. If he asks though, Steve'll tell him what that was about. ]
Sounds good. [ Steve certainly doesn't mind watching Tony walk around shirtless. Not at all. And the kiss Tony gives him feels sweet, and as the pancakes cook, Steve makes sure to have his spatula ready too, whenever they're ready to flip. ]
Hmm. Sandwiches are always good. With cold cuts maybe. [ He smiles. ] Or, if you aren't going hiking first, there are more options. You can bring a cooler and some campsites have a grill. Beans and baked potatoes though. Pretty classic. Not to mention if we go fishing or something first — then you already know what you're having for dinner. Though— [ He flips the first two pancakes and looks up at Tony. ] I don't actually like fishing all that much.
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[ He listens, nodding slightly at the list. All those sound good, and Tony has had some exposure to cooking some of those already during the last five years. He doubts they’re any good compared to Steve’s cooking - although he has gotten really good at making grilled cheese sandwiches, but that’s not exactly something to brag about - but he’s willing to cook with him if Steve agrees to it.
At the mention of fish, though, Tony makes a face. ]
I’m okay if we don’t do fish. Wouldn’t that mean that we’d have to, like. gut it and everything?
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[ A beat passes before Steve bashfully asks: ] Is that awful? Maybe that was too embarrassing to say out loud.
[ As for the cooking, Steve's already planning on asking Tony to show him what he's been cooking out here in his cabin for all this time. And grilled cheese happens to be one of his favorite foods.
He laughs though when Tony makes that face. ]
Okay, okay, no fish. I don't like hooking them, and you don't like gutting them. So I think that's pretty settled.
[ The first two pancakes look ready though and Steve asks Tony to hand him a plate from his pack, there should be a couple just on the inside. Then, they get started on the pour and cook of the next two. ]
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When Steve explains the chuckle, though, now it’s Tony’s turn to laugh softly under his breath. ]
Why is that awful? I don’t think it is. It’s the truth - you are dating a genius.
[ He leans up to kiss his cheek again. ] As much as I could figure it out, though, I much prefer this. And get a chance to share it with you. [ He smirks slightly as he looks at the pancakes before back at Steve. ] Besides, you’re the only person that could have probably gotten me to do this.
[ Steve’s agreement to not do fish makes him actually sigh in relief. ]
Okay, good. I don’t mind eating fish, but the work that goes into prepping it and cooking it... [ He makes a face as he shakes his head. ] No, thank you.
[ Tony follows Steve’s instructions, a smile on his face. ] If these taste as great as they look and smell, I think they have a good chance at winning the title of the best pancakes I’ve ever had.
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So we are dating then, huh?
[ And that big stupid grin on his face gives away exactly how happy about that Steve is.
Once the pancakes are all cooked, Steve's got forks (but no knives) and a little syrup bottle too. He's reused one of those plastic bear bottles meant to carry honey. ]
Dig in while they're hot.
[ As they eat, they're on the same log as they were last night, but Steve has made sure to sit right up next to Tony this morning, such that every time either of them moves, the other one can feel it. It's...pretty nice. ]
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If you’ll have me, yes. I’d be honored to be dating you, Steve Rogers.
[ Leave ir to Steve to even think about the syrup. Tony can’t help but grin at that detail as well, and god. His man really is perfect, apparently.
As they eat, Tony doesn’t waste any time and also keeps himself pretty damn close to Steve. He loves the proximity almost as much as the pancakes themselves, and when he’s halfway through the first one he can’t help but lean over to plant a kiss on his cheek. ]
This is great, you know. All this. Thank you for such a wonderful trip.
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I would love to have you, Tony Stark.
[ Something about saying that feels fundamentally good in Steve's heart.
As they eat — and share kisses on the cheek — Steve can't seem to stop smiling, even if he's trying to keep it under control. But Tony's compliment is so sweet, that his smile turns into something much more appreciative. ]
I'm glad I could do this for you. With you.
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[ Because even now, after everything, he still can’t quite believe Steve is saying yes. That he’d date him. Between his past, and what he considers the burden of his recovery, he can’t quite believe Steve wants him. But he’s so damn glad that he does.
His smile softens, feeling so happy that it feels like his heart might burst. ]
I’m really glad, too.
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On the hike back, Steve insists that Tony wear his shirt — for protection — since it'll at least help with any unexpected scrapes or bugs. Steve's own body pretty much ignores those types of things anyway.
Once they do get back, Steve asks if he can use the shower before he goes, and by the time he gets out, Tony's invited him to stay the weekend. He's moved his therapy and they can spend the whole weekend together — if Steve wants. It's touching, honestly, and of course he says yes. He's taking this retirement thing seriously after all, and after the time they had last night, Steve isn't ready to go either. He's also done wasting time.
What he would love however, is for Tony to show him the cabin. He's only seen the porch and one or two rooms, and Steve knows it's a lot larger than that. ]
Give me a tour?
[ He asks, as he pulls on a fresh shirt from his bag. ]
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meanwhile, this mun took a nap on a couch
mmm nap 😴
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omg I'm so sorry my previous tag had so many typos
you’re fine! sorry about mine too though, that’s what i get for posting too early the in morning
SAME
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wow I also didn't mean to say "his feels" b/c Steve is not a millenial
it’s what being around each other does to them, they are going crazy ;)
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feel free to go vague and let time pass, I'm starting to set that up
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they're so soft and cute
yesss they’re adorable ❤️
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