outofthedome (outofthedome) wrote in chances_rpg, @ 2022-11-17 18:41:00 |
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Entry tags: | !gamewideplot, marvel animated: tony stark, mcu: steve rogers |
Thread: Tony & Steve
Who: Tony Stark (Animated) and Steve Rogers
Where: An unknown motel room
When: Thursday, November 17, 2024
What: Reunion
Rating/Warnings: PG
Status: Completed via GDocs
It said a lot that the first person Steve called when he woke up in a strange place was Tony.
It said a lot more that what should have been a sixteen hour drive was somehow a fraction of the time, but Steve really didn't care when he heard a hurried knock on his motel door, opened it, and found his boyfriend there. The fear when he'd first woken up on the floor—stiff, knuckles bloodied, in only his skivvies with a threadbare sheet twisted around him—took a momentary backseat to the relief of having Tony right in front of him. He could barely choke out a "Hey" without feeling like he might cry. "Thanks for coming."
Tony didn’t know how Steve wound up in a motel in Montana, but he was just glad to hear from the man. He would have flown his suit, but figured Steve would be more comfortable in a car. Still, he broke several speeding laws getting to his boyfriend. “Oh, honey,” he said on seeing the state Cap was in. He immediately stepped forward and wrapped his arms around the man.
Steve's flinch at the sudden movement toward him was minute, but probably noticeable. That didn't mean he hesitated to hold onto Tony like the lifeline he was. "I don't know how I got here. I read over the network, so I have some idea what happened, but the last thing I remember was talking to the you who wasn't you in the kitchen, and now waking up in—in St Regis, Montana." He experienced a second of doubt, pulling back slightly to look at his love's face. "You are you, right? I'm assuming so, but at this point I kind of have to ask."
“I’m me,” Tony assured Steve. “I changed back a few days ago. I’ve been so worried. We were talking and then you just…it was like a switch turned off and next thing I knew you were gone.” Tony gently released Cap and took his hand. “Come, sit down,” he said, gesturing to the bed he could see just past the doorway.
"You remember?" That made it even more disconcerting that he couldn't, but Steve didn't resist being led to the obviously untouched bed in the slightest. He sat heavily, tired in a way he usually was after a protracted fight. His knuckles were healed, however, so he didn't know if the dried blood was his or someone else's. "Do you— I saw my messages with James. Do you know if I ever met up with him, like we'd arranged? Is he—is he okay?"
Tony winced. He knew Steve would ask about James, but he also knew James wanted to pretend it never happened for Steve’s sake. “You did meet,” he said quietly. “He’s fine. He’ll be happy to see you.”
If Steve had been turned away, he might have missed the expression that flickered across the face he adored, but he hadn't, so he didn't. Jagged, icy guilt dropped through him, and his gaze went fearfully down at his knuckles and then back again. "Tony." He stopped, swallowed thickly. "What did I do?"
Tony brushed his knuckles against Steve’s cheek. “It was an accident. He put his hand on you and…I suppose it startled you and you didn’t realize your strength. His hand is bruised, but I took him to the doctor to get checked out. No lasting damage.” He looked at Steve, worried about the other man’s feelings.
A low keen of pain passed through Steve's parted lips, and his eyes pricked with tears again. "Oh, God," he groaned, and bent forward, elbows planted on his knees and face in his hands. "I don't know what's worse: the not remembering or knowing a thing happened, but the whole thing is left to my devil of an imagination. Are you…are you sure he's okay? And there's no one else?"
Tony rested his hand on the back of Steve’s head. “No one else to my knowledge. You were awaiting orders, whatever that means.” He looked around the motel room. “I guess you spent most of your time waiting here.” It was a blessing if that was the case. No one else got hurt.
"Cold comfort." The word choice cut him to the bone, and Steve shuddered and then twisted to the side so his arms were around Tony's waist and his face was buried in the warm, familiar scent he'd woken up missing. "I'm beginning to understand how Bucky felt. Feels. I hate it."
“I’m so sorry, my love,” Tony replied as he held Steve close. “But it is over now. We’re going to get through this.” He rubbed Steve’s back and kissed the top of his head. “Don’t feel rushed to get on the network either. I’ll let everyone know you are safe, but they don’t need more than that.”
His thanks were murmured with the tone of someone in desperate need of about a week's sleep and several years of therapy. "And thanks for looking after our son. I don't know what I'd do without you here. Even just that time when you woke up and weren't, y'know, you was bad enough." Steve felt the need to uncurl himself just enough to press a light kiss to Tony's jaw, and did so. "When did you come back?"
“A few days ago,” Tony replied. “I’m just glad I knew James and our worlds weren’t that different.” He could just imagine the stress the poor kid would have been under if both his fathers didn’t know him. He kissed Steve back just as gently as Steve kissed him. “I missed you.”
"I missed you too." Steve wasn't sure how, but he knew it was true. "Can we stay here for a couple of hours, maybe get some food before we go back? I know I woke up here, but I feel like I haven't had slept a wink or had more than half a ration in days."
“Of course,” Tony agreed quickly. “Did you want to rest first or for us to find food?” Honestly, cuddling his boyfriend while he slept sounded divine to Tony, but he definitely wanted Cap to eat too.
Steve gave it no more than a glancing thought. "Rest first. I wanna be in your arms for"—ever—"a while at least."
Tony easily slid backwards on the bed and peeled the quilt down. “Come here.” He settled back, taking Cap in his arms. “We have all the time in the world.”