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Tweak says, "you sank my battleship!"

Steve Rogers (captainhandsome) wrote in snapthread,
@ 2019-03-12 15:07:00

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steve rogers (mcu), tony stark (mcu)

WHO: Steve Rogers and Tony Stark
WHAT: Midnight stuff
WHERE: Their house
WHEN: March 11
RATING: PGish

It was good to have routine. In times of great stress Steve took solace in it, in having something to do, somewhere to go, tasks to complete. The longer they were here, the more people arrived and the more people needed. Steve liked to be able to help people who needed, it was something to focus on, a way to put a foot in front of the other. Everything before felt too big and instead he could think small, like food and fires, on a change of clothes and washing the spare. There was actually a calmness to him he hadn't felt in a very long time, like hunting and the like suited him.

The house he'd claimed looked better by the day, the more they collected and the more they didn't talk about the fact they were creating a fortress of sorts. Of course Steve was happy to share what he had, but he also wanted to make sure it ended up back with him. After not seeing Tony for such a long time, it was strange how quick and easy the transition had been to living in such close quarters.

The beds that Steve had made them grew more comfortable with additions and he'd moved Tony's to where there wouldn't be a draft after they'd talked about being cold. It was actually Steve's favourite room, the floor was stone but he'd found old rugs to cover parts of it, so things echoed less and heat had something to cling to.

Even if he didn't really get cold, Steve still recognized it was cold. He'd been laying there for a while, not really thinking but not asleep and he got up to take a leek outside. When he returned Steve headed for the fireplace, quietly moving back the grate to add another large log to keep it burning through the rest of the night.

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allaboutego
2019-03-12 04:40 am UTC (link)

Routine might have suited some people -- most people, in fact -- but Tony wasn't really sold on the idea of it. The amount of tech he had was limited at the moment, and he'd used most of his spare parts for getting the wiring up to par and the electricity going. Lights were one thing, but he'd need more than what he had for heating and all the rest. Fuel would be needed, maybe. An arc reactor would be better, if he could get his hands on the parts and tools necessary to make another one. He'd have to go scavenging soon, maybe get lucky behind one of those mystery doors.

But for now -- well. There was routine. Working throughout the day to get things better (if they couldn't figure out leaving, at least staying should be comfortable), until it got too dark for it and then he moved on to other stuff. Like fiddling with his phone, or lamenting the lack of coffee and or liquor around here.

Sleep was hard to come by, even though he always tended to bunk down when Steve did because -- well. They shared this room. It was probably unnecessary but there was something comforting about it. Kind of like that night back in Iowa. Forever ago, now.

Still, because it was an every night thing now, Steve must have been well aware when Tony actually was or was not sleeping. "Not planning on sleeping?" he asked, in lieu of anything more poignant to say.

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captainhandsome
2019-03-12 05:30 am UTC (link)

They were both big strong men, but that didn't mean he hadn't slept with one eye open until Tony had moved in. There was safety in numbers and there was something about waking up and seeing the curve of Tony's shoulder when his heart hammered in his chest and sweat dripped down his temple. Not dust. Solid flesh.

There were more rooms but it seemed wrong to split up, a touch codependent but Steve was used to close quarters. Even if routine relaxed him he was still ready for anything, he'd been fighting for so long, running for so long that it seemed impossible to stop. There was a lot of hurt, a lot that remained unsaid and things were balanced somewhat precariously, but there was trust. They were on the same team and Steve could finally sleep.

He knew Tony was awake which is why he was being quiet but not tiptoeing around. Not that he snored Steve just knew when the tension went out of him and he finally slept, even if it wasn't enough it was some and some of the time. "Trying," Steve said with a shrug as he rolled the log deeper into the fire with the poker. "Just making sure there's enough fuel to keep us going," he added.