Steve is a lot. He’s heavier than Tony would have expected, filled with more substance than he had given him credit for. More than that, however, Steve feels too much. The stoic soldier out of time on the battle field and the guy who was always quick to smile over pizza but rarely talk about himself has more emotion in him than Tony thought possible for a human being to have. It’s oppressive, to have that force directed at you.
Tony’s never shied away from a challenge though. While he might have agreed that Steve is a lot, ‘too much’ are words that don’t compute. Nothing is ever too much for him. He can handle everything.
Tony shakes his head, water flinging itself against the shower walls. “I can take you,” he says, hinting at the double entandre. “Already did and I can do it again this time too.”
They’ve lost so much that this feels like a rush patch job. Nothing’s been sanded, nothing’s been left to dry. It’s not solid, but it’s their only game plan to push forward with. They needed this. Tony needs it.
They’re still playing a game of chicken, he realizes, but the stakes are insane and the odds are dismal. It’s his sort of challenge. “Don’t hold things back from me.”
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Tony’s never shied away from a challenge though. While he might have agreed that Steve is a lot, ‘too much’ are words that don’t compute. Nothing is ever too much for him. He can handle everything.
Tony shakes his head, water flinging itself against the shower walls. “I can take you,” he says, hinting at the double entandre. “Already did and I can do it again this time too.”
They’ve lost so much that this feels like a rush patch job. Nothing’s been sanded, nothing’s been left to dry. It’s not solid, but it’s their only game plan to push forward with. They needed this. Tony needs it.
They’re still playing a game of chicken, he realizes, but the stakes are insane and the odds are dismal. It’s his sort of challenge. “Don’t hold things back from me.”