It’s still dark out. Dawn hasn’t decided to rise and Tony has no real need to get out of bed. Not even for coffee. He watches Steve’s progress, watches him carefully as if looking for cracks in the foundation. There are a few but nothing structurally dangerous anymore. Patches will work for awhile, until he can actively work on repairs. He had a feeling that he lied to Steve in the shower. He doesn’t need love so much as a project, one that isn’t going to leave him, even after construction is complete. Maybe that’s all love is sometimes, a desire to offer support and guidance—
What a ridiculous thought, Tony doesn’t need to poison himself with those.
He gathers up the papers into a pile fit for a man with latent and recovering OCD, sets them to the bedside table, and crawls back up towards the pillows to finish what’s on his plate.
He could use something else, something sweeter, but the cart is too far away and besides, he likes the show.
“So we have six hours before we have to leave to get back over there.” Six hours isn’t a lot of time when they have four days until an invasion and a complicated plan involving a lot of unknowns. Tony doesn’t care. He can probably build a plane with sand and cactus needles if he has to, do why waste a perfectly good bed while they’re both here?
Tony drops his voice noticeably, the tone a deeper register.
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Date: 2018-07-10 11:00 am (UTC)What a ridiculous thought, Tony doesn’t need to poison himself with those.
He gathers up the papers into a pile fit for a man with latent and recovering OCD, sets them to the bedside table, and crawls back up towards the pillows to finish what’s on his plate.
He could use something else, something sweeter, but the cart is too far away and besides, he likes the show.
“So we have six hours before we have to leave to get back over there.” Six hours isn’t a lot of time when they have four days until an invasion and a complicated plan involving a lot of unknowns. Tony doesn’t care. He can probably build a plane with sand and cactus needles if he has to, do why waste a perfectly good bed while they’re both here?
Tony drops his voice noticeably, the tone a deeper register.
“Come back to bed.”