Steve walked over to the couch, two cups of steaming ho chocolate in his hands. Outside a storm of rain, thunder and lightning raged. Thor promised that he was not causing it.

Placing the cups down on the table Steve lowered himself onto the couch were Tony's eyes were riveted on the TV. It was late night crap TV, humor based on making fun of politicians and actors. Steve shifted the blanket, burrowed under it with Tony and settled himself down to wait for the hot chocolate to cool. Tony wrapped an arm around Steve and gently thumbed circles into his arm. Though a glance at the man's face showed he was still focused on the TV. He was probably doing it subconsciously.

"Oh Captain, My Captain, I love you."

Or not.