-Two weeks later-
"Dear Tony,
It's been two weeks since you fell into a coma. On the bright side, you look good. I'll even say handsome in hope that you'll smile when you read this. I don't know when you'll read this, but this is just in case you wake up when I'm not there. You told me to tell you about everything I've been up too so here I go.
Clint and Nat came by again today. They stayed and watched movies with you. The picked Mulan. They thought you'd find that funny. They feel really awful about how strained your relationship with them is so don't be too hard on them when you wake up. I know I was. (I might have chewed everyone out the other day.)
Thor had to go back home last night. He told me to hug you as hard as I could if you wake up before he gets back. I said I would but you don't have to worry about that. I don't want to break any more bones of yours.
Bruce seems extra guilty for how we've been treating you. Everytime he visits you he says he's sorry and then he'll just sit there with you or fall asleep in the chair next to you. It's kind of nice having him around. It feels good to know someone else is here watching over you when I can't.
Pepper is really trying to find a way to wake you up. She's calling all the best doctors, scientists, and anyone in between. Sadly they can't figure out why you won't wake up. They aren't as smart as you, Tony. They called your condition a unpredictable coma. Not sure if that's a proper scientific term but the do know more than me. At least I would hope. It worries me though. Pepper is running herself ragged. Maybe when you wake up you can talk some sense into her. She's also kept Happy with her. I think she likes the company. That and while you're away they're keeping things in order so I guess I can understand why they visit through phone calls and facetime only.
Rhodey… I told him what happened to us. Only him. I figured he should know since he's your best friend. Once I told him, he looked sick. He started crying about how you were going to hate him and that he was sorry. I haven't seen him since then. But I'm sure he'll come around. I just wish I knew why he thought you hated him.
Finally me. I'm not doing too well, Tony. I'm not really sleeping much. Actually, the only time I do sleep is when I'm here by your side. But it's rare. I blame you. I'm up worried sick about you. I've been drawing more though. I refuse to draw you in this room though, so if I draw you I try to draw you happy. It's mostly from memory but they look okay. I'm waiting to tell the others what all happened to us. How we were each other. I'm waiting so we can tell the story together. Oh and yea… I showered as you but I wore a swimsuit to make sure I didn't see anything. (Maybe when you wake up we can change that after some time, look I'm talking like you now. You're such a bad influence.)and yea I showered. Deal with it. (I wore a swimsuit so I didn't see anything. You're welcome.) I miss you, Tony. When you wake up I'm going to hug you and kiss you and then I'm going to punch you for switching us back to normal without saving yourself first-"
Steve stopped halfway through the what he planned on writing when he saw it over his note. Tony's hand twitched. He about the the letter in the air as he jumped out of his seat to Tony's side. Steve was practically begging for Tony's eyes to open.
"Come on Tony. Look at me. I know you can. I bet you're just waiting to talk non stop for hours. Please Tony, just glare at me with your incredible brown eyes... please."
Steve was using all of his mental strength to keep from crying. If tears clouded his vision, he wouldn't be able to see Tony wake up and give everyone hell for worrying. The man out of time reached forward and rested his hand on the side of Tony's face, rubbing small circles with his thumb, as he smiled weakly at the unconscious man.
"Tony…?"
Slowly Tony's eyes struggled to open. The room was too bright at first for his eyes to focus on anything. All he knew was that someone had been talking to him. Someone said his name. Or maybe he dreamed it. The genius was, for once, unsure about something. Well, he's been unsure about a lot of things, not that he'd admit them out loud. He had definitely been unsure about Steve's feelings towards him. Hell, he was still unsure. Sure, Steve had an entire sketchbook full of everything Stark, but that could easy be blamed on the fact that everything around the super soldier was made by Stark or was Tony himself, ever since they started hanging out more. Once again, Tony could hear a voice. He tried to open his eyes again, even slower than the first time. What he saw took his already limited breath away.
The way the bright hospital lights were shining behind Steve's worried form made the soldier look like what could only be described as an angel from heaven. Tony had to blink several times to make sure Steve was really Steve, and not his guardian angel here to take him to the other side. Even though Tony was more than sure he wouldn't be following an angel anytime soon. Maybe it was Hell's way of starting his eternal suffering. Make him think the man he loves his taking him to heaven, when in a few minutes the angel turns into his father or something and drags him to Hell, yelling the whole way down.
"...Steve?"
Steve started laughing as the tears fell down his face. Grabbing at Tony's face with a sense of urgency, as he brushed Tony's hair out of his face with shaky hands. Eventually he was just brushing his hands over Tony's face just to make sure he was really there.
"Oh my God, Tony! I'm so glad you're okay! I'm so sorry for everything! You have no idea how happy I am to hear your voice and see your beautiful eyes looking at me." Steve was rambling so fast, Tony could barely process a single word. All he knew was that Steve had been worried about him, and now he was definitely happy to see him.
"Steve? What… happened?" Tony was taking deep breaths in between each word. He wasn't sure why. It was either from suddenly having Steve in his face or from just waking up.
"You've been asleep. For weeks. Two to be exact. Everyone's been worried about you. We thought… we thought you'd never wake up." Steve broke the eye contact between the two of them as he tried to hide his doubt that the had earlier.
"It's gonna take a lot more than… whatever was killing me, to kill me." Tony automatically pulled out his fake confident, Stark Smile. Steve's eyebrows burrowed at the thought. If Tony was instantly using that look again, it meant gaining his trust back would take longer than he hoped.
"It's was the chemicals that switched us. It was poisoning you. I'm not sure what was in there exactly, but if it was killing you the same way as before, something in it must have been similar." Steve looked at Tony with a look of concern but underneath it was a look of anger. Tony couldn't have been stupid enough to work with the same stuff that nearly killed him before. Right?
Tony looked up at the ceiling, obviously avoiding Steve's accusation, but undoubtedly answering the man's question.
"Tony… you're a fucking idiot!" Steve couldn't stop himself from yelling.
Tony laughed, a real laugh. One where his nose scrunched up and his eyes were shut tight. Instantly Steve's anger melted. His mouth fell open and his eyes went wide as a deep blush formed on his face.
'God, his laugh is amazing.'
In that moment, Steve's mind told him he should have a serious talk with Tony about their feelings towards each other. That they needed to figure out what to do know. His mind was once again telling him to have a plan for everything.
"Screw it." Steve shrugged his shoulders as he lunged forward and trapped Tony in a passionate kiss.
All of Tony's doubts about Steve's feelings, washed away as he sat up to return the favor. The position they were in was slightly awkward, but neither of them cared, especially when Steve bit down on Tony's lip, causing the man to groan. Tony mentally cursed at all of the equipment that was hooked up to him because it was only "in the way." He didn't care if it was keeping him alive, he just wanted to be up against Steve without worrying about pulling a plug or something. The kiss was messy. From lust and from them avoiding the technology that was connected to Tony but that didn't stop Steve from pulling Tony closer. His mind was running wild now. He knew they should stop for Tony's health, in case someone walks in, and before they went too far without having a serious talk. On the other hand, Steve didn't want to stop. He was fighting every urge he had to climb onto the hospital bed with Tony.
Suddenly Tony pulled away, his breathing heavy. He tried to listen for anyone entering the room, but it was hard to concentrate as Steve kept kissing at his neck.
"Steve, I think someone is about to walk in…" Tony mumbled out as he held in a moan, when Steve bit into his skin.
In between kisses on Tony's neck and jawline, Steve spoke. "I'm sure. They'd leave us. Alone. If they saw. What we. Were doing."
Tony started giggling as he tried to push Steve back. When he finally succeeded, Steve made a pouting face at him.
"Later." Tony whispered as he looked Steve in the eyes with a lust filled look.
Right at that moment, the door opened slowly, to reveal Rhodey, of all people. Instantly Tony thought about all the things he had said about him but kept quiet, still not aware that Steve had told him the story.
"...Tony, I'm so sorry for everything I said. I was mad. More tired actually. Tired of all the bullshit you put everyone, including yourself, through."
"What are-" Tony tried asking.
"I told him what happened, Tony. I figured you'd want him to know. Steve look showed confusion. He still hadn't found out why there was tension between the two men.
"I don't know, Rhodes. The things you said weren't exactly what I needed to hear from you at the time.." Tony flashed Rhodey a smile small that made it feel like there was an icy fist, crushing his heart.
"Look I understand. Take as much time as you need, to hate me. I promise I'll make it up to you." Rhodey looked like he was ready to cry. So did Tony and all Steve could do was hope they figured things out. Tony nodded in Rhodey's direction and smiled. Rhodey smiled back and turned to leave. He stopped right in the doorway and laughed before turning to face the other two men.
"By the way. We knew you woke up because Fury has cameras in here to make sure we'd know when you were awake." With a smile on his face, Rhodey left, leaving behind a blushing Iron Man and Captain America.
It had taken Tony three more days of recovery before he was allowed to leave the hospital wing. He had complained the whole time about how it was Stark Tower so he should be allowed to go anywhere but he complained a lot less when Steve was around so everyone made sure to bring the super soldier anytime they visited.
Tony made sure to poke fun at Steve for a good three hours about how he wrote a letter to the genius everyday since he went into a coma, but he never admitted that when Steve wasn't around, he'd read each one multiple times. His smile bigger each time.
If anyone had asked Tony how his first day back was, he would have to keep out a lot thanks to Steve. Once they were away from everyone else, Steve had practically picked Tony up by his shirt and pushed him against the wall as he kissed him forcefully. Tony tried talking Steve into taking their fun fest into his bedroom but his words were already lost. He should be annoyed that Steve can make his mind go blank in 0.3 seconds, but he decided he could be mad later. At an alarming speed Steve was at eye level with Tony's crotch, earning a laugh from the billionaire.
"Someone's a little eager."
Steve snorted. "Your face might be good at hiding it, but something tells me you are too."
Tony glared downwards. No matter how hard he tried to hide every emotion on his face, the one emotion he couldn't hide was lust. Still looking down at himself, Tony laughed.
"I guess you could say it's being a dick." Tony looked up at Steve to see if he made him laugh only to be met with a signature Captain America glare.
"Really? Puns?"
"Sorry."
Steve rolled his eyes as he smiled. His eyes dropped back down to Tony's pants. Tony was already losing his mind from the way Steve was looking at him. At that moment, Steve decided to be 'a teasing asshat' and unbutton Tony's pants normally, but then unzip them with his teeth as he looked Tony in the eye. The sound Tony made at the sight was definitely one he wouldn't be caught dead making but being with Steve was a different story. He didn't care if Steve heard the noises he made. Hell, he hope Steve would make a sound. Any noise would be nice. After what felt like hours of waiting, Steve finally let Tony's excited member free from his pants.
"Commando?" Steve raised an eyebrow at the man standing above him.
"You look so surprised." Tony smiled.
Steve, instead of responding, wrapped his mouth around Tony's hardened member, earning a deep growl like noise from the playboy. Tony was, for once, not lost in thought. The way Steve's mouth felt on him made it impossible to think. Especially when Steve started bobbing his head, causing Tony to make what would be considered, unprofessional sounds. The genius was a mess within seconds. Not a bad mess, but he was unable to hold still, control his breathing, or even think. His hands were weaved through the super soldier's hair, pulling it in different directions as hard as he could while he tried not to buck his hips forward to much. Even when he was getting the best blow job he's ever had, Tony couldn't keep quiet. At least his words weren't really words. They were more, incoherent babbling with a random 'fuck' or 'Steve' mumbled here and there. Steve was enjoy the view from where he was at. So much, in fact, that he started palming himself through his pants. Tony Stark was right above him, not being stuck in his own mind. He wasn't full of worry or fake confidence. He was right there in the moment, only caring about what was happening between his legs. Steve had to admit the sight was the sexiest thing he's ever seen and he didn't really care about being pleasured in return. Sure he couldn't wait until that happened but he could watch Tony shake with pleasure for hours. But, they both knew that wasn't possible, especially when Tony was already trying to pull Steve off of him.
"Stev.. 'm gon-na.." Tony's voice was shaking uncontrollably and at certain times it would get stuck in his throat, the sound causing Steve to moan around Tony. The billionaire's hands were stuck between deciding to pull Steve off of him, of hold Steve in place as he basically fucked his face. It didn't matter what Tony decided though, because Steve stayed where he was at, like he was made of stone. Seconds later, Tony was pushed over the edge as he came, with a moan, into Steve's mouth. It seemed like hours before he calmed down again. Slowly, Steve backed away, releasing Tony once he was sure the other man was done, followed by cleaning up the mess with his tongue. Tony grabbed Steve by the shirt and lead him up to eye level, with an intense look in his eyes.
"Holy shit, you are not human I swear. How in the hell are you so damn perfect." Tony was once again rambling, but once he stopped he pulled Steve into a rough kiss.
Steve laughed into the kiss. "I love you too, Tony."
Tony broke the kiss and smirked. "I didn't say anything."
"But you thought it."Steve grinned, making Tony's heart skip a beat.
"Cap, I think I'm going to miss you in my head." Tony was actually telling the truth. Hearing Steve's thoughts had it's benefits and he'd definitely miss the connection between them. Even if they used it to mess with each other more often than not.
"Tony, wasn't I just there?"Steve laughed while Tony finished buttoning his pants.
"Dumbass. I said in my head. Not my head in you. God that wasn't even funny." Tony rolled his eyes but couldn't stop smiling at Steve's comment.
"Well it's still early."Steve grinned at Tony when he saw the philanthropist blush a deep shade of red. The continued the playful banter as the walked together towards Tony's room, unaware of the third person who had recently walked by at the last second and was now hiding around the corner.
"I swear to God. Why is it always me who walks in on people?" Clint asked out loud as he threw his arms up in frustration.
