A/N: a short fluffy drabble. Pairing Steve/Tony. Done for the prompt "cold."
Nighttime Chill
"Aren't you cold" Steve asked worriedly. "You aren't wearing a jacket."
"I like the cold." Tony whispered, staring up at the stars. He had always liked the cold.
"Why?"
"Not sure. Its better than being hot. I've liked the cold since I was little. That feelings
Has only gotten more intense in the last couple years" Tony sighed, leaning into the larger mans chest. "I guess you probably don't like the cold, not after the ice."
Steve hesitated. I can't feel it. So long spent in the cold made me immune to cold. And put on your jacket. Even if you like the cold, you can still get sick." Steve scolded Tony.
When Tony didn't respond, Steve looked down in shock. The billionaire had fallen asleep in his lap.
He laughed, shaking his head in exasperation. Of course the insomniac would sleep now, rather than in bed like a normal person,