"Will you marry me?" With Steve and Tony?with fluffy icing on top!!
45. “Will you marry me?”
“Beautiful, isn’t it?” Steve said, coming up to Tony and wrapping his hand around his waist gently, where he was gazing up at the stars in the black night sky on their balcony, half way up the Tower.
“Yea,” Tony said softly, smiling, and putting a hand around Steve in response. Steve had decided to treat Tony to a home-cooked meal for their 1-year anniversary of being a ‘couple’, and he had to think how he could have been so lucky.
Steve kissed the top of Tony’s head, wanting to nestle into his fluffy hair, but he resisted, and pulled away slightly to look at his face.
“Tony,” Steve started, and Tony looked away from the stars and the city to look back at Steve’s adoring face.
“Hmmm,” He replied, smiling. Steve always wanted to talk about mush-nonsense whenever they did a special night like this. Or just any time really.
“I… You know I love being with you, here, in New York, in the Tower,” Steve gestured around them, “And, you’re happy too, right?”
Tony smiled even wider. “Yes, of course I’m happy Steve. I’m with you,” He said, with a bit of a blush, wanting to look away, cause damn if Steve made him say something more sappy. But he honestly didn’t care where he was, as long as he was with Steve, he knew he’d be happy.
Steve was feeling even better about tonight. He should do this soon, he had rehearsed this, but wanted to do it right.
“Tony,” Steve said again, and pulled away from him to hold his hands. Tony frowned slightly. “I’ll never want to be with anyone else,” he said seriously. “And I know that you’ve never really had a long-term relationship that has worked out, but I really want us to work, and I want everyone to know that me and you are forever - and that I plan on always being by your side.” Steve bit his lip inwardly, and smiled nervously, holding onto Tony’s hands.
“Ok…” Tony said, nodding, smiling albeit confusedly. Steve saw this as as good a moment as any.