I’d like to thank the incredibly talented @kelslk for this stunning commission of a scene from Celestial Navigation where Steve and Tony have their first dance. I love how well the moment is captured by the art. So much pining!
These are the days of the endless summer
These are the days, the time is now
There is no past, there’s only future
There’s only here, there’s only now
“Shall we?” Steve asked. Tony couldn’t have answered if he’d tried. Instead, he just nodded and stepped towards where Steve stood.
I’m supposed to show him how to do this, Tony thought, feeling a hysterical laugh try to work its way out of his throat. One of Steve’s hands slipped around to splay against the small of Tony’s back, heavy and warm where it settled at the base of his spine. The other encircled Tony’s hand and held it up, just below Tony’s eye level.
Oh, Tony thought, breathing out a long rush of air. Okay. He could do this. Oh, God, how was he supposed to do this? He wet his lips and craned his neck back to look up at Steve, who was looking down at him with half-lidded eyes, mouth slightly parted like he was about to say something, though the silence stretched on until Tony cleared his throat.
“Okay, so, you just sort of can move backwards and forwards, like this,” Tony instructed, shifting his feet against the planks of the deck. “Then to the side.” Steve mimicked the movements of Tony’s feet, picking up the simple steps in no time. “See, you’re a natural,” Tony whispered, voice cracking on the end.
“Just needed the right partner,” Steve responded after a beat in a deep, husky tone that went straight through Tony and coiled low in his belly, filling him with an impossible heat that left his mouth dry and heart pounding in his ears. Tony dropped his gaze to just over Steve’s shoulder, where the canopy of stars spread out over the mountains.
I’m in love with him, Tony thought dizzily as the world tilted in front of his eyes, then righted itself. The idea flooded through him, warming his limbs and sending a spasm through his chest that he realized was what it felt like when you forgot to breathe. It wasn’t exactly a revelation, not really. More like something he’d known, but just now remembered. Like it had always been there, waiting for starlight dances, drawings of his robots and to be told it wasn’t his fault to unlock the memory. Some kind of quest he hadn’t known he was on, and he’d finally found all the pieces.