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M - Memories
Steve didn't have many mementos from his past. Most of them got lost with time, some of them were kept in the museums.
Now he was collecting everything he could from his shared moments with Tony, even things others might considered as trash - a cinema ticket from a movie they went together, a leaflet from an art exhibition Steve dragged Tony to. Steve kept it all hidden in his nightstand in a box with his old sketchbooks and drawing supplies, knowing that Tony will mock him if he ever finds out.
But the truth was that Tony was doing exactly the same thing, just he hid them in his workshop - in a safe, in a cigar box, next to his spare arc.
N - Nightmares
They both were having nightmares from time to time.
Steve's were about war, about Bucky dying in front of him, about being frozen all over again.
Tony's were about captivity in Afghanistan, and about being left on the other side of the Tesseract.
But no matter how bad their nightmares were, they always had a safe place - in each other's arms.
O - O face
One last scream, last thrust, last arch, and Tony was panting and shivering, hands latched to Steve's sides, breathing hard and short. He opened one eye to look at the man under him, at Steve's flushed face, his chest rising up and down, torso covered in sweat. Tony laughed slightly at the sight.
"You alive?" he mocked breathlessly, hissing the next second as Steve dug his fingers into his hips, to which few seconds ago he was holding to with dear life, and Tony knew that it was his punishment for being a wise-ass just after sex. He laughed again, and gently sunk all the way down to rest his body on Steve's and kissed his chin, making him finally open his eyes.
"Did I ever tell you that you have like the perfect O face?" Tony murmured lovingly, having Steve's attention. "It's beautiful."
Steve smiled, not quite sure if Tony was just teasing or telling the truth. "Too bad I can't say the same about you," he decided to tease back, "you just stuck your tongue out and look like a derp."
Tony laughed again at that, knowing that introducing Steve to Internet slang had been a mistake.
"What, you mean that this.." Tony stuck his tongue out, eyes rolling back, one fully open, the other one half closed, "is not sexy?" he mumbled, having that his tongue was still hanging out of his mouth.
Steve laughed loudly, pulling Tony closer, kissing his eyebrow. For Steve, Tony's O face was also perfect.
P - Property of
"Hey baby, I'm.. UMPF!!" Tony was abruptly shoved into the nearest wall, Steve's hands clutching on his suit and lifting him a few inches from the ground, lips pressed to his in an angry, deep kiss.
"Steve! The hell.." Tony yelped, barely gaining some space to talk, when he saw how dark with anger Steve's eyes were. And then he understood. He just came back from the live broadcast of a press conference where he had been flirting heavily with the anchorwoman. He slid his hands on the other's cheekbones soothingly.
"Steve.. It was just a show.. It meant nothing.." Steve slowly relaxed, his muscles not so tensed anymore.
"Mine.." he whispered, leaning his forehead against Tony's, slowly putting him down.
"Yours," Tony smiled, wrapping his hands around Steve's neck. He couldn't lie and say that Steve getting all angry like that didn't turn him on.
Q - Quack
"Tony," came Steve's happy voice, as he leaned over the couch, "I have something for you."
Tony tilted his head to the back to look at him, then he smiled and held his hands out, knowing that Steve's somethings were usually some kind of sweets he baked just for him. But what Steve put in his hands was not a plate. Tony looked with a frown on the little box wrapped in shiny paper, while in the meantime Steve plopped on the couch next to him.
"Open it," he smiled encouragingly. Tony ripped the paper off, carelessly tossing it to the floor, seeing a.. Rubber duck. The same kind kids have for bath time, just this one had sunglasses on it's beak. He got it out from the package and put to his face, eyeing it with a frown. Then he turned to Steve, who had a bright smile on his face.
"I just had to buy it," he said softly, kissing Tony's cheek. Tony rolled his eyes and squeezed the duck with his fingers making it squeak. He grinned mischievously and did it again and again, obviously tormenting the poor duck, until Steve laughed and held his hands, stopping him.
"Stop it, Ducky," he asked with a grin. Tony grinned back and rubbed their noses together.
"Quack," he squawked happily.
R - Relaxing
It was one of those controversial things Steve was excited to try, while Tony was grumbling. But Steve knew that it was a brilliant idea and somehow talked Tony into doing it. And still, Tony was acting like being punished. But after few more tries, he slowly liked it. Next, he grew to love it.
So now, he was laying in bed, pressed to Steve's torso, rubbing lazily his cheek on Steve's and enjoying the gentle scratch of Steve's light scruff, totally relaxed and grumbling happily. Steve kept his arms wrapped around him, laughing a bit at how adorable Tony was acting.
"You know.. If you like it so much I can keep it on other days too," he grinned, seeing as Tony's eyes were closed in pleasure.
"Nah," he disagreed, "I like having it only on Sundays. It's like a reward after a whole week of hard work," he murmured. Steve laughed, rolling the smaller man off him, pinning him to the bed.
"Want some more reward?" he teased.
"Maybe some punishment for a change," Tony teased back, and Steve dipped his head down, kissing him sweetly.
And that was a typical scenario of their lazy Sundays, which were spent only on relaxing. No meetings, no workshop for Tony, no gym, no SHIELD business for Steve, only them both in bed till noon, cuddling and having breakfast in bed. And later on, Tony talked Steve into not shaving on this day, because he still had a thing for soldier's scruff and for how rugged it made him look.
After a while Tony parted from the kiss. "Man, I had a brilliant idea with relaxing at Sundays, right?" he grinned up at Steve.
"Sure," Steve smiled back, letting him believe that. Just to humor him.
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I'm Here, Tony
It had been several weeks since Tony had freaked out. Ever since he and Steve got together, his panic attacks had calmed down. Now, as he sat alone in the Avenger’s tower, leaning against the couch while flicking away on his Stark phone, something inside him tightened. He let out a sharp breath, and felt his fingers loosen around his phone. Feeling the tears spring in his eyes, Tony sat up, grabbing at his chest and letting out a few shocked coughs.
Images flashed behind his closed eyes. Images of Afghanistan and him drowning and not being able to pull away from the threatening water. The sound of his own screaming as they fried away a
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Answers
Tony's heart was beating quickly, pounding at his ribcage as he waited for Steve to answer. He hid the panic and fear behind a cheerful and charming face, hoping that he wouldn't be let down. Rapidly rethinking their interactions for the past few weeks, Tony thought he saw a pattern and a definite interest there. But, his worries whispered, it could just be the polite and thoughtful way that Steve acted. There could be nothing there and he could be ruining one of the few good friendships he had.
"What do you want it to mean, Tony?" Steve asked, catching the barest hints of Tony's inner turmoil. He'd learned to read the genius, to see the emo
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I saw him coming from across the room and I knew he was coming to me by the way he stared at me, his eyes never leaving mine, even if someone crossed his line of vision. His shoulders were back, very strong, as though nothing was going to stop him from getting to me.
"Mr. Stark." he greeted once he reached me, stopping.
"Captain." I returned, nodding once to him, "May I help you?" I brought my glass to my lips to take a sip of my scotch, but he took the glass from my hand and set it down on the table beside me, his eyes never leaving mine, as though they couldn't.
"In more ways than you'd probably care to hear." he answered, a gleam to
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yay! more Ducky!