Entry tags:

marvel: steve rogers (mcu), marvel: tony stark (animated)

Log: Tony & Steve
WHO: Tony Stark 2 & Steve Rogers
WHAT: Reunion after Forget Me Not
WHERE: Their apartment
WHEN: Friday, Nov. 17
RATING: PG - kissing and such

It was like a flood of memories all at once. Tony had been sitting at his desk sketching some designs for a suit upgrade because apparently he didn’t forget that when he remembered exactly who he was. He jumped up and yelled, “Steve! Rapunzel! James!” Did Rapunzel remember who she was too? Tony realized he read that she forgot. “Steve!” He called again, suddenly feeling panicked.

As far as Station emergencies went, this one was relatively mild. No one was actively attacking them, after all.

Even so, Steve hated not knowing why or how long this random amnesia issue would, well, be an issue. The way Tony looked at him—wary, uncertain, without a hint of familiarity—was like a punch to the gut every single time. He left his fiance to his own devices after the first couple of days, not wanting to be pushy. Mostly he watched out for Rapunzel and Pascal and James when he wasn't taking his frustrations out on a canvas.

That's where he was when he heard Tony call out. Steve rushed out with brush still in hand and paint spattering his hands, arms, and cheek. "Tony? I'm right here. What's wrong?"

Tony let out a big breath, like he had been holding it since he woke up not knowing who he was a week ago. “Darling,” he said more quietly as peace overtook him. Seeing Steve looking so familiar with his paintbrush was amazing. He crossed the room and kissed his fiancee’s lips. “I can’t believe this happened to us again.”

Relief almost knocked Steve on his ass. He felt his eyes fill with tears and did nothing to stop them from falling as he met Tony half way and pulled him into a fierce hug. "There you are," he murmured, smiling at the welcome tickle of beard against his chin. "All that matters is you're back. It's a pretty old song, though. I'd like to change the record."

“Me too,” Tony agreed as he brought a hand up to wipe away Steve’s tears. “I love you,” he added. “I think part of me knew that even when I didn’t know who I was.” Steve’s paintbrush rubbed against his shirt, but he didn’t mind. The smell reminded him of Steve.

"Yeah?" Affection bloomed bright and full in Steve's chest. He kissed Tony again. "I love you, too. All I wanted was for you to be okay, and to feel safe even when you didn't know who we were. But I'm so freakin' glad you're back, sweetheart." Leaning back, he finally realized what he'd done with his brush; the bright umber swipe of color against his shirt was more than obvious. "I… will buy you a new shirt. Or beg your forgiveness if it's one of your fancy ones."

Tony laughed. “I don’t need it.” As if to prove his point, he took it off, exposing his undershirt. He crumpled it into a ball so it didn’t smear any paint anywhere and tossed it aside. “I hope Rapunzel is okay,” he said worriedly. “I’m sorry I couldn't help there.”

"Don't worry about it." Steve was proud of the steady way he kept his gaze on his fiance's face. He was not so proud of the way his free hand found Tony's hip and gave it a squeeze despite his best intentions. No one ever said Steve Rogers was a saint. If anyone did, they clearly only paid attention to the press. "We got to her before she could do anything. Pascal's the real MVP here. Anyway, I'm just glad you're back and you're you. Woulda been kinda awkward marrying a stranger."

Tony relaxed into Steve’s touch and pressed his lips against his neck. He nuzzled briefly and then said, “If anyone messes up our wedding, so help me…” They were only planning a small affair, but it was special and Tony was determined to give Steve a good day.

"Hell hath no fury like Tony Stark." Steve chuckled, and let himself put his arm around Tony's waist and pull him close. "What do you say we check in with the kids, then seeing if we can steal a couple of hours for a real reunion?"

Tony chuckled as he let himself be brought closer to Steve. “I say I want nothing more than that in the world.”

~*~

Hours later, bodies cooling and heartbeats slowing, Steve drew aimless lines across Tony's back and dropped kisses wherever he could reach. They were little more than brushes of lips, but they served to remind him that every single one was precious, miraculous. "Do you remember last week? Not remembering? What was it like?"

“I do,” Tony replied as he turned over to face Steve and caress his hair. “It felt like walking around with a target on my back. I knew you wouldn’t hurt me, but what about someone else? What if something happened here? I also felt guilty, you know? Like you are awesome, the kids are awesome, and I just didn’t remember what looked like a great life.”

Steve let out a long sigh and forbade himself from crying over this again. It was done, over. He'd done enough of that on the couch, since he'd let the amnesiac Tony have their room. He probably needed to wash the couch pillows, but there was time enough for that on another day. Today was for following the soft lines of the face he loved with his gaze and trembling fingertips. "We missed you. I know you know that. And we wouldn't have let anything happen, no matter what. I'm so sorry you felt like that. It's a heavy burden under regular circumstances, but it has to be so much worse when you don't know who you are." He huffed a dry laugh and rolled his eyes. "Not that either of us don't have prior experience with this or anything."

Tony pressed close and kissed his fiancee’s lips. “I know you’d never let anything get to me. You are my prince charming, you know.” Steve was Captain America, but he was also Tony’s gentle, artistic love.

Nestling in close, Steve chuckled. He'd never been high a day in his life, but he thought this might be what it felt like. "Does that make you Show White or Sleeping Beauty?"

“Sleeping Beauty. I’d never eat an apple from a stranger,” Tony joked. “Now kiss me awake, would you?”

"Smart. And bossy." Steve laughed and did just that.