Every Day It'll Rain – Bruno Mars
The trees swayed in the storm, even as he shivered against him. It was times like this that he loved, with the elements raging outside even as he was warm and comfortable and with him.
Tony kissed his forehead, smoothing back the blond hair that he ruffled so often. "Do you like storms, Cap? You sicko."
He laughed and snuggled closer to him. "Well…"
He felt the mood change, and then Tony was kissing him, gently, not like so often, but softly, like the thundering of the rain on the roof.
Tears sprung, unbidden, to his eyes. He wiped them away with his hand.
"Why…"
