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Steve watched helplessly as Tony plummeted down from the sky like a lifeless doll carelessly dropped off a skyscraper. For a moment, he was perfectly sure that after a second, Tony would regain his consciousness and land himself safely. He was Tony Stark, after all. He’s been through hell and beyond. But seconds went, and seconds were running out, and Tony showed no signs of any awareness to what was happening to him.

"He’s not slowing down!" Thor boomed as he prepared to take off with his mjolinir. Steve, who couldn’t possibly do anything to slow down the momentum of the fall, felt guilt and sheer uselessness. There was nothing at that moment that he wanted more than to be able to do something. But thankfully, the Hulk was able to catch Tony just before he hit the ground. The two crashed onto a car, and before Steve knew what he was doing, he ran towards them as the Hulk set Tony down onto the asphalt. 

Thor threw the faceplate to the side as Steve knelt beside the unconscious man in the iron suit. No, no, no, he thought frantically as his eyes skirted over the expressionless face of Tony. On instinct, he pressed his ear on the solid metal right over Tony’s heart. The suit made it impossible to tell whether or not he was still alive. He must be. He must be alive. It took every fiber of Steve not to cry out Tony’s name, not to speak. He knew if he did, his trembling voice would give him away. 

Steve dragged his hand over the smooth surface of Tony’s chest plate. His heart was beating fast, and he thought it was unfair. Why can’t Tony’s do the same? Dammit, Tony, breathe. Tony. You can do this. Tony. Don’t leave me. “Tony…”

The Hulk suddenly let out a growl that sent a jolt through Tony, making him scream his way back into consciousness. Steve let out a breath he didn’t know was holding as he saw Tony’s brown eyes flutter to life again, feeling as though a weight had just been lifted from his shoulders. He had been drastically wrong about Tony. He didn’t know what he would’ve done if Tony had left this world without Steve getting the chance to start over with him. 

"Please tell me nobody kissed me." 

Actually, Steve wasn’t that wrong. 

He tears his tent apart, his sleeping bag, his backpack. He starts tossing meaningless junk, trying to get to the precious gift within. He cuts his hands on pieces of flint, burns his fingers on fumbled matches. Then rage overtakes him, the cleanest of all the emotions. He starts ripping everything apart. It’s all junk, it’s all worthless, it’s pieces and fragments of things that belonged to another person, a person who isn’t him.

— and he loathes that word because it’s come to mean nothing. There’s no him. There’s no self when there isn’t any thread bridging one moment to the next.

— and he thinks, I could have been anything I wanted.

— and he thinks, All I want is to be him again.

- The Last Love Song of Anthony E. Stark by jibrailis

Time is a Thief: A Steve/Tony ficlet

Here it is! I’m sorry that took long D:

It was an ordinary- ordinary for them at least- Saturday in the Avengers Mansion. Steve sat across Tony in the kitchen table, making sure he wouldn’t run away from his food and into his den again. 

"This is the third time this week that you’ve fainted, Tony, when are you going to believe that you’re not immortal?" 

"It was an accident."

"How can abstaining from eating for 48 hours be an accident?"

"I was talking about the explosion-"

"WHAT EXPLOSION?"

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Indecency (Can't Get My Hands Off Of You): A Steve/Tony fic

A short fluff/smut fic while I’m still working out how to finish the other one. Enjoy \o/

AO3

They’re hiding between the history and autobiography shelves in the small bookstore, kissing, grabbing, stifling each other’s noises with their mouths.

“Steve,” Tony whispers into Steve’s neck, into his mouth, his flushed cheeks.

“We really”—Steve lets out a soft gasp—“have to stop.”

Tony presses his body closer to Steve, pushing him against the shelf. He leaves a trail of kisses down Steve’s neck. “Are you sure?” He whispers against his collarbone.

“No,” Steve laughs without a sound, and Tony looks up just to watch that smile like a sunrise.

“Just a few more minutes then we’ll go back to being decent human beings.”

They were getting lost in each other’s mouths when they heard a high pitched voice say, “You’re in the wrong section.”

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