imagine tony hiding his face in steve’s neck when he’s sick or tired or sad. just coming and dropping his face there without saying anything, pressing into steve’s skin and twisting his hands in steve’s shirt and breathing shakily.
and steve says softly, ‘oh, darling,’ and puts his arms around tony and holds him close. he doesn’t ask what’s wrong, not yet, just holds tony there and pets the back of his neck with a gentle finger and rocks him a little bit. one hand sneaks under tony’s t-shirt to find the warm soft skin, and steve draws light comforting little patterns there with his fingertips.
it doesn’t really matter if tony’s here because he’s sad or sick, or just tired of everything. what matters is that steve’s there. he’s always going to be there, as long as tony needs him.
he kisses tony’s hair, and tony curls in even closer to the heat of steve’s body. ‘i’ve got you,’ steve says. ‘i’ve got you.’
(more ficlets under the 'stevetony ficlet’ tag on my blog)