What's the point of resisting, anyway, or even thinking things through? If they survive the next 48 hours and complete their mission, that's all that really matters. Whatever happens after that happens. Steve is poised to give Tony everything he has left because there's no one else to give it to. Maybe that's not such a great reason, but at least they both know they're the other one's consolation prize. Tony can't have Pepper, Steve can't have Bucky, but they can have this. Now.
Maybe when all is said and done, it can be grown and tended into something better and stronger and realer. If not, if it just finishes the process of breaking them down instead, who cares? The two of them are the only ones who'll suffer the consequences. Steve can be self-destructive even at the best of times. This is actually the worst.
And now that Tony's body is wrapped around him completely, Steve finds the last thing he wants is to be let go. Already he's responding below the belt, body becoming aware of the possibilities here, feeling the warmth and pulse and skin-on-skin. When Tony draws back and speaks, the interruption is apparently too much for Steve; he makes a soft growling sound and buries his face in the crook of his neck. His mouth and teeth are gentle--no biting here--but he kisses and nuzzles against his skin like he can't get enough.
The question has been heard, though. Arms tightening around Tony, he rolls forward a little to get his legs under him and levers himself to his feet. The problem then is that even a super-soldier can't walk across the room with his face pressed against another man's skin, so he ends up just taking a couple steps over toward the wall and leaning into it, pressing Tony between his body and the elegant, neutral-tone wallpaper.
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Maybe when all is said and done, it can be grown and tended into something better and stronger and realer. If not, if it just finishes the process of breaking them down instead, who cares? The two of them are the only ones who'll suffer the consequences.
Steve can be self-destructive even at the best of times. This is actually the worst.
And now that Tony's body is wrapped around him completely, Steve finds the last thing he wants is to be let go. Already he's responding below the belt, body becoming aware of the possibilities here, feeling the warmth and pulse and skin-on-skin. When Tony draws back and speaks, the interruption is apparently too much for Steve; he makes a soft growling sound and buries his face in the crook of his neck. His mouth and teeth are gentle--no biting here--but he kisses and nuzzles against his skin like he can't get enough.
The question has been heard, though. Arms tightening around Tony, he rolls forward a little to get his legs under him and levers himself to his feet. The problem then is that even a super-soldier can't walk across the room with his face pressed against another man's skin, so he ends up just taking a couple steps over toward the wall and leaning into it, pressing Tony between his body and the elegant, neutral-tone wallpaper.