It was early in the morning and Steve was still asleep when Tony woke up. Tony smiled, stretching before slipping out from under Steve's protective arm and off the bed, careful not to wake his soldier. Tony yawned, reaching for his phone on the nightstand, only to fumble with it and drop it to the ground. Tony grumbled under his breath as the phone slid under the bed and out of sight.
Tony knelt to the floor before lying flat to peer under the bed. His phone wasn't the only thing he found. Nestled back under the headboard frame was a small box that immediately peaked his interest. Snatching the box along with his phone, Tony pulled them both out, sitting up against the bed as he opened the box.
In it, was a collection of Steve's most prized possessions. An old pocket watch, a photo of him and Bucky, a small paper with his wedding vows for Tony on it and…a poem? Tony didn't know Steve wrote poetry. Sure, the captain definitely knew how to sketch, but poetry? Tony gingerly took the poem into his hands, reading over it.
Tony
There are so many ways to describe you, Tony Stark;
One who is so quick with a sarcastic remark,
Who gets so stubborn when asked to quit,
Because we both know you will throw a fit.
You are a man of mysteries, which I fully accept,
Given your past, I understand the concept,
There are things I know you wish to forget,
But I still love you, you silly brunette.
I love making you laugh, because of a little factor,
That your smile is as bright as the reactor,
I'll love you know matter where we're at,
You're my everything, but you know that.
Tony's heart swelled as he finished the poem, unable to control the smile that split his face. Returning the poem and tucking the box back under the bed, Tony stood, hopping back onto the bed. Leaning over Steve, Tony peppered his face with kisses, grin still in place.
Steve's face twitched as he slowly yawned, opening his eyes to look up at Tony. "Morning to you, too," he chuckled, placing a hand on the back of Tony's neck and pulling him down for a soft kiss.
Tony pulled back after a moment, eyes twinkling. "You are a man of many skills."
"Are you referring to last night?" Steve grinned, propping himself up on his elbows.
"No, but while were on the subject," Tony pressed another kiss to Steve's lips. "Well done," he praised.
Steve kissed him back, but he was still confused. "Then what are you talking about?"
Tony hummed, before rolling out of bed and laughing. "Nevermind."
"Come on, tell me," Steve whined as he watched Tony walk over to the bathroom.
Tony paused in the bathroom doorway, turning and shrugging. "You just never told me you were a poet," Tony smirked before sliding into the bathroom and closing the door.
Steve's eyebrows furrowed in confusion, before his eyes went wide in realization. "Tony!"
-Keyboard Weaving Stories