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Warmth and Comfort

Tony hated the foreign missions. He really, really did. Especially the ones where they had to stay overnight.

He opened the door to the hotel room and stepped inside, groaning when he saw there was only one bed.

"Why do they always balls up the hotel bookings?" he complained, looking behind him at Steve. "Every single time!"

"I'll call down to the desk," Steve muttered tiredly.

Tony shrugged. "They won't be able to do anything. They never do. Just—it's fine. I'm too tired to care."

Steve nodded, looking grateful at not having to deal. It had been the longest of days, and both of them were looking forward to sleep.

"Do you mind if I shower first?" Steve asked, nodding to the attached bathroom.

Tony waved him to the bathroom and flopped down on the double bed. He knew Steve would want to get out of his uniform after being in it for so many hours, and since Tony had been able to wear his normal suit for most of the day, it was only fair.

By the time Steve was showered and changed, Tony was dozing against the pillows. Steve nudged him gently, and on autopilot, Tony got up for the bathroom.

He showered quickly, and changed into sweats and a t-shirt before returning to the bedroom. Steve was sitting up against the headboard, scrolling on his phone but he looked up and smiled when Tony sat down on the bed beside him.

"Sleep time," Tony murmured, sliding beneath the covers.

They tried to settle down, each turning their bedside lamps, but Steve was stiff in the bed, and Tony was far too aware of it. It didn't help that, with how wide Steve was, it was a bit of a squeeze when they were both used to having king-size beds to themselves.

"Okay, nope," Tony muttered, when a half an hour passed and they were both still awake despite their exhaustion. "Turn on your side, facing me."

When Steve did so, Tony shuffled back so he was lying against him, Steve spooned around him.

"Better?"

He felt Steve nod against his neck. "Thanks. I'm sorry you're having to deal with this."

"Eh," Tony muttered, because really, this wasn't a hardship. "At least you're pretty."

As Tony finally relaxed enough to sleep, he heard Steve chuckle and felt the comforting weight of a strong arm around his waist.

His last thought was that he could definitely get used to being surrounded by Steve, his warmth and comfort was incredible. But… he'd save that thought for when he had more brain cells active.

Written for:

North Funfair: Snowman, Step 1 - 3. Sharing a bed

East Funfair: Yuletide, Step 1 - 2. Uniform

South Funfair: Menorah - 13. "At least you're pretty."

365: 319. Foreign