Steve Rogers | Tony Stark
There was so many different parts of their friendship, the rocky start, then a coming to an understanding, building a team and realizing the extent of their strength together, then the end. It's like they'd let their own petty bullshit eclipse the end of the damn world, because it was proven that together they were virtually unstoppable.
He didn't know where to go, how to hold his mouth when he wasn't talking, how to hold onto all of what had happened between them and then what had happened all at once. Super strength or not that was a load to shoulder. So they left it, like an uninvited guest who showed up early, ate all the good snacks and passed out in the corner.
A ship, even for scrap, would be a good edition and Steve nodded. There was more to be found, dressers with clothes in them like the t-shirt he was wearing now rather than still being in his full gear. But it would take time and it would be easier now with someone he knew he could trust. Even if it was awkward.
Steve knew what he meant, what they both meant. Things that seemed safe weren't always that way, things that seemed innocent might not stay that way and it was one less side to keep an eye on when you had someone with you. Besides Tony looked like he needed a proper rest, the kind in a bed after a good meal. He grabbed two mugs and scooped some glasses of fresh water from the bucket, before drinking from one and setting the other in front of Tony. "It's clean, pretty comfortable as well, when you're tired enough and I know I have been."