Tony slept fitfully and woke several times through out the night. His hip was sore and he wished that he hadn't been left alone. He requested that Jarvis call Pepper several times, but the stubborn A.I. refused seeing as Pepper was currently in bangkok in a business meeting. Tony was still very inebriated and lonely. And for a man such as himself, that was never a good combination. He picked up the phone and pressed the redial button, half expecting it to be some chinese resturaunt he'd ordered from. He sat through a few rings and was about to hang up when he heard the other end of the line pick up. A sleepy voice came over the phone. Tony's heart Tried to jump out of his chest, his arc reactor singing with the strain of keeping him alive.
"Tony? It's 4 in the morning. Are you alright? Did you rip out a stitch?" Steve asked worriedly. Tony shook his head before realizing that he couldn't be seen and cleared his throat.
"I'm getting up. Don't move." The line went dead just as Tony was about to apologise.
-Several Minutes Later-
Steve walked in the door of Tony's suite at the top of Stark tower. He immidiately headed towards Tony's room expecting him to be whining about something having dropped too far to reach or maybe he actually had ripped a stitch. But nothing prepared Steve for what he walked into. Tony was standing in the shower as the water slicked over his body, making his pants cling everywhere. The steam had floated out of the bathroom and was coating the ceiling of the bedroom. Steve's heart clenched and his stomach filled with butterflies as he stared at Tony. A lump formed in his throat and it took him a moment to realise that he had stopped breathing. For being as unhealthy as he was, the billionare really did take excellent care of his body. He was tan and well built. There were hardly any scars on him and Steve couldn't help but watch the muscles ripple under his skin. Shaking himself out of his reverie, the blonde quietly walked into the bathroom clearing his throat. Tony jumped at the noise and turned too quickly, slipping on the wet floor. Steve leapt forward catching the brunette before he could hit the ground and hurt himself further. Tony was gasping and clinging to the other man as he tried to get his footing again. Steve reached over to turn off the water while holding the smaller man with one arm. Tony had started to shiver uncontrollably, due to either cold or adrenaline, Steve wasn't sure. He pulled a towel down from the shelf above the mirror and wrapped it around Tony before grabbing another to dry off his hair.
"Y-y-you really d-d-didn't have to c-come." Tony stuttered through chattering teeth. He looked up at the blonde and shuddered. His body wouldn't regain stability for some reason and it was making his current situation all the more embarrasing. He'd been wracked with cold shakes after he had fully regained conciousness and had attempted to ease them with a shower. Getting up had proven difficult, but it was something that he didn't want help with. He'd been able to shuffle into the bathroom and turn on the shower but…
"why were you wearing pants in the shower?"Steve asked while trying his best not to laugh… or stare. The billionare glared and set his jaw in an almost pout. Which, for a grown man who was not known for being particularly easy to get along with, it made him look like a child again. Cute in fact, if you asked Steve. But in his effort to keep from laughing at the man, he fell back on his effort to keep his gaze away from the wet form fitting trousers. A forgotten effort that didn't go unnoticed.