(Finally! Chapter 4! Sorry babies. I've been busy and depressed. That…equals bad. It's a short one, but…pretty good!)

Fixing Broken Toy Soldiers: FOUR Hands

Because he was Steve Rogers, Tony Stark had to love him. Because he was broken, Tony Stark had to fix him. It was in his nature, as a creator, not a breaker. But Steve Rogers wasn't broken at all. It was Tony that was the broken one, while Steve had to fix the creator. It was fixing broken toy soldiers and their creators.

Tony had completely forgotten about Steve sleeping in his bed when he came upstairs around 5AM to get at least an hour or so of sleep, having not slept since…well…maybe 5 days ago. He found a form sleeping in his bed, but didn't do anything about it. Instead, he climbed in bed with Steve and snuggled up to him, uncaring if Steve would punch him or freak out. He was dead tired and just wanted to sleep. Besides, a little comfort never hurt anyone.

Steve opened his eyes and looked to Tony, confused at first, then slowly snuggled back into him, thinking something was wrong. "Stark? Are you okay?"

Tony opened his eyes for a second and smiled fakely. "Just…tired. And I miss Pepper. She isn't going to come back because I'm too much for her."

"Pepper? I've never met her. Are you going to be okay?" Steve gently moved Tony's hair out of his face, smiling at him with such fondness that would melt anyone's heart instantly.

"No. I'm really not going to be okay. I just want to sleep Steve."

Steve pulled the covers over Tony and fluffed his pillow for him, gently laying his arm over Tony's waist and letting his fingertips gently brush against Tony's bare back. Tony was so warm…and soft…it suddenly smelled good…and it was relaxing.

A few hours passed before Steve opened his eyes, wondering how he had fallen back asleep in such a fond way with Tony under his arm. What would happen now that this had happened? He didn't mean for it to happen. It DIDN'T happen.

The blond got out of bed, making his side perfectly, then got dressed and went to sit by the window and stare at the sunrise and the ocean while he waited for Tony to wake up. The ocean was so…blue and deep. He could see a few dolphins splashing in and out of the water. It was so beautiful and relaxing with how the sun touched the ocean gently with its pinks, yellows, and oranges.

He looked back at Tony and smiled at his sleeping form, imagining shading in the colors of the sunrise casting rays across Tony's face so gently, warming his face to a slight honey color with pink touching his cheeks gently. It was so beautiful to think about. But he couldn't draw Tony, not after what had happened this morning.

A few moments of staring at the Stark passed before the Captain went back over to the bed, gently putting his knee into it and leaning over the brunette, his fingers playing about in Tony's hair. Steve pushed the few dark strands out of his face, feeling how warm the sun had made his hair. Maybe a bit too warm. "You're so warm that I'm beginning to get dizzy…"

Tony reached up suddenly and grabbed Steve's hands, his eyes opening and he just stared at Steve for a moment before shutting his eyes again and wrapping his arms around Steve in a tight hug, pulling the soldier down on top of him. "Four hands are better than two."

Whatever that meant, but it felt right to be hugging his new friend so fondly. It's the least he could do for the Stark, since his father had done so much for him. Time to repay him.