Steve couldn't sleep. The hard ground he was forced to sleep on didn't bother him nor was the deep purple bruise just above his right knee. The cold was keeping him awake.

Steve heard Tony shift in the bed above him.

The fans turned on, and Steve was attacked by a harsh, cold body of air. He curled into a tight ball, and was thankful for the light t-shirt and boxers Tony said he could wear. He pulled his arms in as close as possible, trying to stop the shivering. He did the muscle thing Sam had told him about, and managed to calm himself down. He started to drift asleep.

And then he couldn't breath. He was so cold. He cold feel the water rising around his body, freezing him as it got higher. He struggled to keep his head above, he struggled to breath.

And Tony? He laughed as Steve screamed out for help.

"Steve!" Tony yelled.

And he was up. Steve's heart raced and he shoot up into a sitting position. "What?" He called out in between his fast breathing.

"I think you were having a nightmare." There was a laziness to his voice, he had just woken up.

"Oh- Oh- I'm sorry. I didn't mean to wake you." Steve laid back down and curled up, trying to make himself small.

"Come into bed." Tony moved over and picked up the covers, signaling for Steve to join him.

Steve stood, ignoring the slight limp, and curled up under the covers. As soon as he was settled, Steve froze at the warm hands that wrapped around his waist.

"You're getting fat." Tony giggled, half asleep. Steve didn't move. "What did you dream about?"

"I-"

"Was it the plane crash?" Tony snuggled in close. Steve was grateful for the heat.

"No, more the cold. Ya know, the water." Steve could feel Tony nod. "I- I uh couldn't breath."

Tony turned, laying flat on his back. He gently guided Steve's head to his chest, and Steve curled up to the warmth.

"You can breath now baby." Tony played with Steve's hair gently. "You can breath." He whispered over and over.

Steve drifted to sleep, with Tony's hand in his hair, listening to his breathing.

He woke to a loud ringing.

"Why is Bucky calling?"

"W-What?" Steve woke up to Tony holding his phone.

"You heard me. Why the hell is Bucky calling you at 9 in the morning?"

"Let me answer it."

"He'll text if it's important." Tony then threw the phone across the room, effectively shattering it. Steve just sat completely still. Tony sighed. "Fuck Steve. I fucking need you." Tony bucked his hips slightly.

Steve still lay with his head on Tony's chest.

"You better get to work before I make you." Tony worked around Steve's head to pull down the boxers and shorts he was wearing. Apparently Steve was moving too slow for Tony, his hair was used as a tool to maneuver his head down.

"Please don't make me." Steve whined. "Please."

"You're so fucking annoying. Either suck, or I'm gonna fuck you until you can't stand." Steve whined at this, but still refused to move. "Alright. Get up."

"No. Please, no." Steve's whining only added to Tony's arousal.

"Get up. Now." Steve slowly pulled his head off of Tony's chest and Tony moved out from under him.

"Please. Just- no, I'll use my mouth."

"No, too late." Tony stood at the edge of the bed, and grabbed Steve's boxers, pulling them off.

"No. I don't want this." Steve wiggled away, but Tony grabbed Steve's ankle, and twisted hard. Steve let out a quiet moan from pain. Tony took the moment to pull Steve back, and wrapped his arm around his throat, cutting off his air. He pulled Steve's boxers down enough to get all the assess he needed, and forced his way into Steve.

Putting all of his weight on Steve, Tony adjusted so Steve couldn't breath. Using his other hand, Tony held Steve's head in place as he painfully lets bite marks and bruises on his neck and shoulders. Steve's hands clumsily fought to remove Tony's arm from his neck, and he squirmed, trying to get out of Tony's grip. It didn't work, and Steve lost conciseness a few moments later.