Steve shuts the door behind him softly and quietly walks through the penthouse to the bedroom. He peels off his uniform, leaving the various pieces laying on the floor as he goes. If it were any other day he would not leave such a mess, but today was a bad day.
All he wanted to do was curl up next to Tony and forget the world. To shake the burdens from his shoulders and leave his responsibilities at the door. To put aside the heavy mask of Captain America for a while.
Steve slides into bed beside Tony. As if the man knew he was there, Tony rolls over and wraps his arms around Steve, pulling him tight against his chest. Steve lets out the breath he hadn't know he had been holding, the stain and tension that had been building up all day fades.
Here in the safety of Tony's he didn't need to be perfect. He didn't need to be a role model, to worry about public image. He didn't need to be the one with all the answers and strategies. To be the one everyone turns to. He didn't need to be the one to make the hard calls.
Here in the safety of Tony's arms, he could just be Steve Rogers.
The End
Notes: For day 01 of SteveTonytober. Prompt: Safety