Tenth Time Lucky
The first time Steve decided to ask Tony to marry him, he made sure to plan everything out perfectly.
A fancy restaurant- Tony’s favourite place, just a few minutes out from the Tower. It was small and no-nonsense and served the best Italian food Steve had ever tasted. He’d set everything up- made sure to inform the restaurant owners and get them to keep away any paparazzi that happened to be lurking around the place, and told Tony to dress fancy.
It was going to be perfect. Steve wanted it all to be perfect.
They’d eaten their desserts, and Tony had been laughing loudly at something Steve had said; his face creased with lines of happiness that Steve adored. The box in Steve’s jacket pocket felt heavy- and he knew that he had to do it tonight. Wanted to do it tonight.
“Tony?” He grabbed at the hand that was resting on the table, mentally steeling himself. He knew that the question would undoubtedly illicit some sort of reaction from Tony- and that reaction would undoubtedly be an… interesting experience to deal with. But hell- Steve wasn’t expecting anything less, and it had been months since anything even vaguely resembling ‘normal’ had occurred in their lives anyway. Steve was used to it.
Tony looked over to him, raising an eyebrow. “Mm?” He replied softly.
Steve opened his mouth, wondering what the hell he was actually going to say. He had planned it all out, yeah- but there was a difference between theorising all this shit and actually asking someone to spend the rest of their life with you.
“Tony,” he said again, and his throat felt dry with nerves.
“Steve,” Tony answered, equally serious, but with an eyebrow raised in amusement. Steve didn’t blame him- he probably looked like an idiot right now, with his mouth working up and down like some sort of stupid fish-
“Listen,” Steve said, “I have something I want to-”
Of course- that was when all the windows blew out.
The world shook and Steve automatically reached out for Tony, pulling him into his chest as they went flying across the room. There were screams heard outside on the streets, and Steve sighed in dismay and tiredness.
Trust aliens to attack right now. If they hadn’t noticed, Steve was kind of fucking busy.
Absolutely fucking typical.
They both landed on the floor with a thump, and Steve rolled them expertly under the cover of a booth. “You didn’t happen to bring your suit, did you?” He hissed into Tony’s hair.
Underneath him, he felt Tony grin against his collar, popping a quick kiss there absently. “Nope. You got your shield?”
“Where the fuck do you think I’d be storing a shield?”
Tony shrugged. “Fair enough. Looks like we’re just going to have to improvise then, aren’t we?” He asked, rolling up his sleeve and revealing his gauntlet watch from under the fabric.
Steve sighed. “Yep. Looks like it.”
Okay. Another time, then. He could wait.
For now, there were plenty of aliens to take out his anger on.
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