"Stark, you know that's a one-way trip." Steve's voice echoed through Tony's ears.
It had been months since the battle in New York. Tony couldn't sleep. The only thing that soothed him was Steve's voice. He had not heard from or spoken to Steve in the longest time.
He picked up the phone. He couldn't take it anymore. He needed Steve's voice, his eyes, the sound of his half-smile through the phone. His thumb made tiny circles around the green button that meant 'call.' His calloused finger pressed the dimly lit button.
"Tony?" Steve's voice registered through the phone. Tony's heart beat faster. "Tony?" His voice was clearer.
Tony cleared his throat. "Um, Steve," Tony breathed. He could hear Steve's breathing. "You wanna come over tomorrow?" All Tony wanted was to see Steve's sandy blonde hair and his pink lips. "You can stay the week, since the Fourth Annual
Firefighter's Charity is on Saturday,"
"Tony, do you know in God's name what time it is?" Steve croaked.
"Just—"
"Okay, okay. Sure, Tony. I'll call tomorrow."
Tony cleared his throat. "Thanks, Steve. That's great." The receiver clicked off. Tony drifted off into sleep, thinking about the possibilities that tomorrow would bring.
~~~TS/SR~~~
Sir, Steve is outside. He tried to call, yet you obliged.
"Thanks, JARVIS." He fainted back into sleep. Then he realized what was going on. He opened his eyes and jumped out of bed. He threw on his jeans, socks, and his Black Sabbath t-shirt. He started the coffee machine and ran to the mahogany front door.
Then he saw Steve. He turned toward Tony and smiled. Tony admitted it, he was kinda taken aback. Steve's leather jacket brought out his lollipop-blue eyes, and his soft, pink lips.
"Hey, Tony," Steve said, his voice deep and soft- different from the time in New York. "You gonna let me in, or what?" Tony smiled and opened the door wider, allowing Steve into the household.
He dropped his duffel on the cherry-wood floor, and walked into the kitchen.
"I hope you haven't eaten yet?" Steve asked, looking at Tony's ruffled hair. Tony shook his head, sitting at the stool in the kitchen, drinking his coffee blissfully. "That's good!" Steve smiled, pulling out eggs, milk, orange juice, butter, bacon, and a pan. He then turned up the gas stove.
Tony stood up from the bar stool next to the island in the middle of the kitchen.
"Steve, I'll make the omelet, thanks," Tony said as he gently pushed Rogers out of the way.
"Tony-"
"No, Steve. My turn,"
"Right, of course…"
Tony raised an eyebrow. "Is that supposed to mean something to me?"
"Uh, of course it does! Look- I love the gesture, I do, really, just-" Tony put hand on Steve's soft, blonde hair, making him shut up.
"Rogers, just shut up for five minutes. I'm doing this for you. You came all this way to my house, for what? Me making you having to make me an omelet? I don't think so!" Boy, did Rogers shut up. He must've read Tony's mind, since he sat on the stool that Tony had previously occupied.
Tony smiled at Steve, for being the most perfect human being alive (beside himself, speaking modestly).
It took Tony a total of five tries to make it just perfect for Steve. They sat across from each other at the island, each glancing at each other's enlightened eyes. Steve wiped his mouth. "Thanks, Tony. I mean-I truly mean it. Thanks." Tony looked up from his plate.
One look- that one look- directly at Steve. The sunlight from the afternoon sun shone in his hair and his eyes and his lips. Oh yeah, his goddamn lips. Steve's blue eyes met Tony's for a quick second. They both knew what was happening, they just didn't want to admit it. You're the sexiest man alive, Tony thought. That was the same thing Steve was thinking the same exact thing.
~~~TS/SR~~~
"Son of a bitch, Steve!" Tony moaned, rolling his eyes. "You haven't seen any good movies since you've woken up?!" Tony couldn't believe it. Steve just kept shaking his head, looking like puppy that got into trouble and was being lectured about it. "Fine. Steve. We're gonna start by watching Jurassic Park first," Tony said with a sigh. Steve just nodded.
As Tony put the disc in the DVD-player, Steve took off his leather jacket, revealing his SSR t-shirt. Tony looked at him with a total awe. He grunted as he sat down next to Steve on the leather couch. As Tony pressed play, Steve mumbled something.
"Huh?" Tony said. He looked at Steve's long eyelashes.
"I'm-I'm sorry, Tony,"
"For…what?"
"Everything that had happened between us," Steve answered.
"Oh," Tony looked down. "Steve, no need to worry about that. I've lowered my narcissism. I'm sorry also," Tony lowered his voice.
Steve scoffed. "Thanks, Tony." Steve looked back and forth between Tony's deep, brown eyes. Tony leaned in and kissed him on the forehead. Steve smiled a true, real smile. Tony smiled back, his body warming all around. He wrapped his arm around Steve's shoulders and explained everything that happened throughout the movie. Steve didn't fall asleep, yet Tony did, and Steve lay his head on Tony's, as he felt him breathe slowly, intimately, and beautifully.