It was one of those dreams that you knew was a dream, but you were in it so there was no going anywhere else until it had run its course until the program was complete and the dream had fit whatever crazy pieces of your day together in the way the dream decided to make sense-- like here, Tony knew DUM-E wasn't a dog and he knew this dog was DUM-E, but it was very far away and looked like a bad picture on an old tube TV from where Tony sat on a bakingly hot sand dune. He wasn't panicked about it, even though he knew he was very far from help, and only Raven was there holding one of his hands behind his back, telling him without talking how all of this used to be the Tower before she came and took everything. That was weird, the Tower was a lifetime away, she must have meant something else. He could feel the sweat run down his back, her hand on his stomach mirroring it down to his groin, and she thanked him for being so good at keeping up with his friends. Tony still wasn't panicking, even though the air was getting hotter and he knew someone was coming, very close to finding him with her, letting her kiss his neck, hand between his thighs--
No wonder it was so hot. The spot where Steve had been laying still radiated with residual heat, and Tony's skin where Steve touched felt like it could melt. He gave a huff of a laugh, not awake enough to do much more and committing all of that first dry start of energy to a lazy smile and drawing his knee up the bed, encouraging Steve to make himself comfortable. When he did finally open his eyes, it was quickly aborted, his nose wrinkled as he gave a creaking stretch of his arms over his head, back arched, then sank back into the blankets where he landed, one hand thrown over his head and the other pressing his knuckles against his brow to squint the other eye open cautiously. Tony could get used to this. In fact, this was a much more sensible routine than Steve's morning run-- not only was he still there when Tony woke up, they could get some healthy stretching in before starting their day. It wasn't that he didn't want to sleep with Steve; Tony didn't want to wake up without him. Waking up was hard enough. "Sweet dreams?" he murmured finally, voice thick and raw from sleep and still struggling for a good reason to come out of it.