Fic Tribute to the Stony video "Steve & Tony | No Lights **Civil War AU** by ann2who
Tony woke up to darkness.
"So much for a good night's sleep." He stared up at the ceiling. "JARVIS? What time is it?"
"Good morning, Sir. It is currently 5:06 and 13° outside."
Tony swore. Just hearing how cold it was made him sink down into the bed more. He felt body heat, immediately grabbing hold of it.
"Mhmmmm...Tony." The sluggish voice playfully fought off the cold hands, then sighed, a slow grin forming.
"Yes, dear?" Tony raised his voice. "Are my hands too cold for you, Capsicle?"
"Not. Funny."
"I'm always funny." Tony kissed a wrinkled forehead.
Eyes slowly peeled open. "JARVIS, lights please."
Tony swore again, squinting his eyes shut.
"We have got to work on your language."
He slowly opened his eyes to meet bright blue eyes. "Morning, babe."
"Morning, honey."
The two men kissed, then laid back on their crumpled pillows.
"Guess who's turn it is to cook breakfast?"
"Steeeeeeve, I don't wanna."
"C'mon, Tony, we have the whole Tower to ourselves. This is our day, and I want you to make us some breakfast."
Tony frowned, then got an idea. "I'll teach Dummy how to cook." He jumped out of bed, praising himself for another brilliant idea.
Steve just laughed. "Same old Tony."
As Tony made his way to the lab, a crash heard downstairs sent him running.
"Sir, there seems to be a problem in the-"
"On it." Tony opened the door, horrified. "Really?!"
Steve sat up in bed, alert to the loud thump out in the hallway. The door opened to reveal Tony, who looked way past done.
"What happened?"
"Idiot's laundry." Tony mumbled, as he lazily kicked an overflowing basket towards the foot of the bed. "Idiot was supposed to be better than Dummy. He's got two arms...to fold!"
"Giving your robots derogatory names doesn't help the situation." Steve smiled at Tony folding laundry. "Besides, I thought Dummy was your favorite."
"Still haven't found a shitty enough science fair to throw him into."
Steve and Tony both knew that would never happen.
"You know what? Screw it. You're making breakfast, since I have to do laundry."
Steve got out of bed and hugged Tony from behind. He kissed the back of his head as Tony kept folding their clothes. "OK, you don't have to do anything the rest of the day you don't want to do."
"Yea." Tony cheered softly.
"After breakfast, I'm going to hit the gym, so why don't you go play in the lab?"
"What am I, five?" Tony turned to see Steve's raised eyebrows. "Yeah, OK."
Tony threw his goggles across the room and massaged his temples, letting out a huff of frustration.
"I'm sorry, Sir, but the Mark XLV failed the test. Might I suggest we-"
"No, I need that upgrade, JARVIS. It's suffocating."
"Of course, Sir. My apologies." JARVIS turned on some music.
Has he lost his mind?
Can he see or is he blind?
Tony got up, shoving his stool into a table. "Not helping, Buddy."
"Oh, Sir, I apologize for bad timing."
"Don't worry about it." His breathing was getting erratic.
"Worry about what?"
Tony turned to see Steve, and paled.
"Tony?" Steve stood still, not wanting to upset him anymore. "It's OK. I'm right here."
"I...can't get it to work."
"You will."
"No, I need to do more..."
Steve melted into a workbench. He and Tony still have spells like this, due to stress. And with as much as Tony puts into his projects, well...Tony's PTSD spiked much more often. Finally telling Steve about that vision he had of the dead Avengers was both an ease of a burden and a recurring problem that he keeps trying to avoid.
"Let's go upstairs. It's been a long day."
Tony nodded and went with Steve up to the living room. They wrapped up in a blanket together, and Steve started sketching. Tony watched with eagerness, seeing the movements of the pencil change direction and speed. Neither said a word the whole time.
He laughed when Steve finished. "A puppy, really?" Tony gestured to the golden retriever. "Are you trying to ask for something that does nothing but makes noise and messes?"
"No," Steve smiled. "I've got you for that."
"Wow, your sass has reached a whole new level. Moving in with me was the best decision you ever made."
Steve kissed Tony. "Agreed."
Tony fell asleep in Steve's lap less than an hour later to the sound of pencil rubbing against paper. Steve stopped and placed his pad and pencil back onto the table and ran his fingers through Tony's thick, dark hair.
When Steve woke up after dozing off for a couple of hours, he looked down to see Tony sleeping peacefully. He gently moved Tony just enough so he could get up. Being a superhuman, his incredibly fast metabolism always kept him hungry. He grabbed a protein bar and started munching on it, occasionally sipping some milk. Movement from the couch meant Tony was probably waking up, so Steve made his way over, till he heard a loud thump.
"Tony?"
Tony slung his blanket off, and pushed up onto his hands and knees, breathing heavily. He looked around, seeing a mess of pillows and blankets strewn across the couch and floor.
Steve slowly walked up to him.
"That's embarrassing." Tony shook it off.
"Tony, what's wrong?" Steve was slow and gentle, just like Tony is to him every time he has a nightmare. "Talk to me."
Tony thought back on that moment, then fast-forwarded a little.
Ever tried schwarma? I don't know what it is, but I wanna try it.
"Tony, look at me." He looked at Steve, who was eye level with him on the ground. "You are safe. I'm here, and I'm not gonna leave you."
Tony stared into Steve's soft eyes, and slowly shook his head. "What did I ever do in my life to deserve someone like you?"
Steve cupped his face. "Just being you."
Tony embraced Steve, kissing him continuously and more fervently. He laid down on the couch, pulling Steve on top of him.
"I love you."
"I love you."
