This fic spawned from various (emotion filled yelling) conversations with (and is for) @blossomsinthemist . And also many thanks to Aeniala for the shepherd’s pie recipe in this, it sounds so good! This fic is pure unadulterated fluff set in the Ults verse, taking place in a sort of nebulous time-frame. Mind the read more! Or read on Ao3.
Summary: After a long week that takes its toll on them both, Tony takes a weekend off with Steve. Realizations, dancing, and more fluff than you can shake a stick at.
It’s been sleeting all week, that kind of damp cold that sneaks beneath layers of clothing and steals the breath away. Steve has incredibly high tolerances for temperatures both high and low, but that doesn’t change the fact that he hates the cold most of all. It doesn’t help that their last few fights have taken place outside with the cold icy slush pounding down. It makes him shorter with replies, and gruffer if that’s possible. He can see people skitter away as he walks down hallways later after the debrief. Beneath his gloves his knuckles are smarting; in a few hours they’ll be completely fine, but it’s just one more aggravation on his miles long list.
“Looking awfully grumpy there, handsome.” Tony’s warm tones draw him up short. He’s leaning in a doorway, all insouciant grace and languid poise. Steve feels the tips of his ears go hot when Tony meanders closer and drapes an arm over his shoulder. Steve doesn’t shrug it off the way he might have once. Not now, not when there’s this thing between them. Besides, he likes it. Likes having Tony close, the easy warmth of him there, his quick, clever fingers, and warm affectionate words.
“Stark. Thought you’d be long gone by now.” Despite his best efforts, he still sounds a little hopeful. Sure enough Tony catches it, lips turning upward as he moves his arm from around his shoulder to give his waist a quick squeeze, before letting it drop away so they can walk down the hallway side by side.
“Come with me.” Tony licks his lips, blue eyes lifting to meet Steve’s. “We’ve both had a long week, I thought you might like to relax.” Tony’s gaze darts from side to side. Steve has noticed since they started this that Tony only ever truly looks nervous when he’s talking to him. “The car is around the front, what do you say, weekend getaway?” Tony smiles, stroking a hand down his back with a featherlight touch. Steve just barely represses a shiver, eyeing Tony for a moment. With other people he’s always a little shuttered. Here though, with Steve, his expression is unguarded, eyes bright with hope. He looks a little strained though, as if the week has taken its toll on him as well.
“Okay. Yeah, I don’t want any parties though, you got that?” He grumbles, raking a hand over his face as Tony leads him out to a waiting town car.
“Crystal clear, darling, don’t worry; that wasn’t what I had in mind as it was.” Tony says almost softly, climbing into the backseat beside Steve. The ride doesn’t take very long, but Tony wastes no time getting right up in his space, laying his head on his shoulder and stroking over Steve’s arm and side. It makes something knot up in Steve’s stomach, a lump in his throat when Tony leaves a gentle kiss against the clenched hinge of his jaw.
My Heart Would Benefit From a Little Tenderness From Time to Time.
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