Ultimately, Steve is remarkably resilient, but his flexibility has been sorely tested these last few years. He's starting to become aware he's acting strange, at least. He Feels a little strange, loopy and intoxicated, like the first time he tried bathtub gin.
He was hungover for days after that, so that may not bode well, but he's regained enough self-awareness to give Tony an apologetic look. He's more than willing to accept the clasp and tug back into bed, and the skin contact makes him feel that much more stable. He huffs out a sigh and tucks his head against Tony's shoulder.
"I'm okay, just...that was intense. Good intense." He makes a loose hand gesture in the air over Tony's chest. "I guess I'm sentimental or something. I did miss you."
His hand drops again to rest gently against Tony's rib cage. "This is so fuckin' weird. Not this, not sex with you, I mean, but being here. This time and place. Again. Every time the world falls apart I end up here."
Okay, so this is only the second time it's happened, but it still feels potentially like a pattern. If Steve had ever seen Groundhog Day he would probably reference it right about now.
"I can get it back together, Tony, just bear with me for a little bit. I'm not gonna leave you alone. I need to be what you need." If they can't take care of each other, they may as well give up right now. In Steve's brain, that's as much the mission now as destroying the Space Gem.
"...And I want to sleep with you again, too," he adds a split second later, as if realizing how his last statement might come across. "Apart from that. We have to stay together. We don't have to sleep together. But I want to. A lot. If you do."
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Date: 2018-06-30 08:57 pm (UTC)He was hungover for days after that, so that may not bode well, but he's regained enough self-awareness to give Tony an apologetic look. He's more than willing to accept the clasp and tug back into bed, and the skin contact makes him feel that much more stable. He huffs out a sigh and tucks his head against Tony's shoulder.
"I'm okay, just...that was intense. Good intense." He makes a loose hand gesture in the air over Tony's chest. "I guess I'm sentimental or something. I did miss you."
His hand drops again to rest gently against Tony's rib cage. "This is so fuckin' weird. Not this, not sex with you, I mean, but being here. This time and place. Again. Every time the world falls apart I end up here."
Okay, so this is only the second time it's happened, but it still feels potentially like a pattern. If Steve had ever seen Groundhog Day he would probably reference it right about now.
"I can get it back together, Tony, just bear with me for a little bit. I'm not gonna leave you alone. I need to be what you need." If they can't take care of each other, they may as well give up right now. In Steve's brain, that's as much the mission now as destroying the Space Gem.
"...And I want to sleep with you again, too," he adds a split second later, as if realizing how his last statement might come across. "Apart from that. We have to stay together. We don't have to sleep together. But I want to. A lot. If you do."