“If I can save myself, I can save anyone,” Tony outright boasts before Steve kisses him again and they can lose another moment or two locked in this cosmic absurdity. “Even Steve Rogers.” They’ve got to be above their monikers. Captain America and Iron Man exist here already and have been, are, and will be icons into the future. There’s no room for two of each. Tony can’t save Captain America, a badge who needs no saving, even if the world doesn’t know he still exists in the flesh and not simply the mind, but he can save this man.
What better way to test run saving half of the universe?
They’re going to hurt each other from time to time. That’s just life. They might even hurt each other badly. Tony can’t stop it. But he can fill in the cracks he can almost feel in Steve and repaint the fallen soldier to make him almost as good as new. Easy, really, for a guy that transformed a subatomic, cross dimensional particles into a time machine just a short day ago.
Conditioning his hair, Tony decides, is just going to have to wait. He’s given Steve every reassurance he can think of and dwelling in that head space will only undo it all. He hadn’t been lying when he told the blond that he needed him to be the focus of his energy, that he needed to be told he was loved so that he had something to fight for. He’s come to know himself. And without one person to always return to, there’s a good chance that Tony will lose himself too.
Discussion of the plan takes place in boxers to avoid sticking too much to the sheets with cold food and lots of pen-scratched paper between them. Tony has his game face on, plate resting on a bare knee with his fork stuck inside of a meatball he’s utterly forgotten about.
“Yeah, Thanos is still the end game. But we need to reverse the chain reaction where it started. It’s going to be fun, infiltrating SHIELD again. For the first time,” Tony grins. He’s never shied away from word play.
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What better way to test run saving half of the universe?
They’re going to hurt each other from time to time. That’s just life. They might even hurt each other badly. Tony can’t stop it. But he can fill in the cracks he can almost feel in Steve and repaint the fallen soldier to make him almost as good as new. Easy, really, for a guy that transformed a subatomic, cross dimensional particles into a time machine just a short day ago.
Conditioning his hair, Tony decides, is just going to have to wait. He’s given Steve every reassurance he can think of and dwelling in that head space will only undo it all. He hadn’t been lying when he told the blond that he needed him to be the focus of his energy, that he needed to be told he was loved so that he had something to fight for. He’s come to know himself. And without one person to always return to, there’s a good chance that Tony will lose himself too.
Discussion of the plan takes place in boxers to avoid sticking too much to the sheets with cold food and lots of pen-scratched paper between them. Tony has his game face on, plate resting on a bare knee with his fork stuck inside of a meatball he’s utterly forgotten about.
“Yeah, Thanos is still the end game. But we need to reverse the chain reaction where it started. It’s going to be fun, infiltrating SHIELD again. For the first time,” Tony grins. He’s never shied away from word play.