Steve packed up the picnic in a hurry, the neat sandwiches not so neat once they were stuffed in his bag. But he carefully put away the bread. "That's real nice, Mr Stark. I-I'm glad you're okay," he told him seriously as he paused in the doorway. "I gotta run."
And boy did he ever run.
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It was still hardly dawn when he emerged from Natasha's room, the house was quiet and dark as Steve, in all his thirty something glory made his way back to his own room. The clothes he wore were ridiculous, ripped and he peeled them off as soon as he was inside and the door was closed behind him. The lump in the bed that was his boyfriend didn't move and Steve was quiet as he slid into his spot beside him.
For a moment he lay there, just looking at him. But he couldn't wait for him to wake, holding his cheek gently in his hand he placed a kiss against his lips. Then another and another, obviously intent on waking him.