A/N: based on this post, each number is set in a different time/universe. i’ll do the other 50 soon.
“Tony,” Steve says for what it feels like the billionth time. “Stop, you’re tired,”
“Am not,” Tony answers like a child, eyes trained on the road, hand still on the steering wheel.
“You’re tired, Tony,” Steve huffs, tracing his fingers on Tony’s knuckles. “Pull over, let me drive for a while,”
And with the simplest of words, touch, and care, Tony pulls over and smiles tiredly at Steve once he starts driving.
“Are these-“ Steve squints at the items in his hands, “-coasters?”
Tony hummed, not looking up from his phone, “It reminded me of you,”
Steve ducks his head and smiles, eyes glued on the handmade coasters that had the Brooklyn landscape sketched onto it.
“No,” Steve says as he lifts Tony’s credit card higher up his head so he can’t reach.
“That’s not fair!” Tony whines as he jumps occasionally to try to catch the card in his hands, “Captain America is a dirty cheater,”
“Captain America just wants to pay dinner for his best guy,” Steve says rolling his eyes.
Tony huffs and stars to pull out his wallet again, and he’s about to give the waiter cash before Steve grabs his arm, “No, no, it’s my treat,”
Steve pouts as he stares at the broken toaster just at the same time Tony comes in.
“Did you break that?” He asks teasingly and Steve pouts even more.
“No,” He answers, “I came in and it was already looking like that,”
Tony chuckles “Come here. Let me fix it,”
“I’ll walk you home,” Tony Stark said, the Tony Stark said as he suddenly catches up with Steve on his way back to his house.
He’s still sweaty from football practice, his hair is messy and he’s breathing a bit hard, but he’s looking at Steve like the answer to everything is inside his sickly thin body and he finds that he can’t say no to him.