"What, you're more of a Hemingway kind of guy?" He teases gently. "I know you don't read Proust. You wouldn't be able to sit still long enough."
Steve can't sit still long enough, either.
But it takes one to know one, Tony. The impulse to risk life (or throw it away) isn't new to Steve. One might even say it's part of his personality, ever since he was 5'4" and asthmatic and desperate to join the military; it's just that with depression on top of it, it's taken an even darker turn of late. He can't be sure, but he thinks Tony has that same streak of madness within him, and maybe it's been there since he was a kid, too. And he knows Tony's hurt, as badly as Steve or worse. Their backgrounds are wildly divergent, their worldviews are a century apart, but their reactions are terribly close parallels.
He's not going to push his point, anyway. Heart to hearts can come after the mission's done, or trickle out even more slowly over the course of the next few years, if they live that long. With any luck, they'll have time together.
"Sir, yes, sir," he says with a smirk, accepting the bottles, and follows Tony into the shower. He doesn't get much of the spray, himself, but standing behind him and watching the water trickle down his skin is plenty rewarding. It would be nice, he thinks, to just kneel down and catch some of those droplets with his tongue...
But they'll never get anywhere if he doesn't control that kind of impulse.
"I'm sure you're not shocked to hear this," he tells him, pouring conditioner into his palm, "but you're awfully easy on the eyes."
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Steve can't sit still long enough, either.
But it takes one to know one, Tony. The impulse to risk life (or throw it away) isn't new to Steve. One might even say it's part of his personality, ever since he was 5'4" and asthmatic and desperate to join the military; it's just that with depression on top of it, it's taken an even darker turn of late. He can't be sure, but he thinks Tony has that same streak of madness within him, and maybe it's been there since he was a kid, too. And he knows Tony's hurt, as badly as Steve or worse. Their backgrounds are wildly divergent, their worldviews are a century apart, but their reactions are terribly close parallels.
He's not going to push his point, anyway. Heart to hearts can come after the mission's done, or trickle out even more slowly over the course of the next few years, if they live that long. With any luck, they'll have time together.
"Sir, yes, sir," he says with a smirk, accepting the bottles, and follows Tony into the shower. He doesn't get much of the spray, himself, but standing behind him and watching the water trickle down his skin is plenty rewarding. It would be nice, he thinks, to just kneel down and catch some of those droplets with his tongue...
But they'll never get anywhere if he doesn't control that kind of impulse.
"I'm sure you're not shocked to hear this," he tells him, pouring conditioner into his palm, "but you're awfully easy on the eyes."