[ Steve tries to quiet down his body, who's indeed, just a little upset that it's not getting any tonight, but it'll play nice. He warms up Tony's side of the bed and then shifts over, holding him close, loosely at first. ]
We can make breakfast together, then. I won't make you run.
[ He might make Tony get Alice ready though. And Steve will wait for everyone to start working to do his workouts, and focus on hosting their guests and getting them anything they might need to get this working. He does feel a little useless still, but he knows what Tony will say and so he doesn't voice that concern of his.
And then he remembers Tony's other request, so he gets his arms wound around Tony and gives him a big bear hug, careful not to crush his windpipe on that ridiculously large chest of his. He's all too aware of how easily things could turn out for the worse. He was so afraid at first, of being too rough with Alice. When she was born, she was tiny, and fragile. Her bones hadn't even set yet. She'd reached out to hold Steve's finger as he sat in a chair searching the stars for her father, and he'd cried himself to sleep by her crib, attached to the bed but with the wall up, terrified that he'd roll over on her and not notice.
That seems like so very long ago, now. And those worries as far away from them as Tony was, now clutched to Steve's heart, where he belongs. ]
How's that?
[ He might've just survived the ice because he's so warm, and Tony will surely overheat like this, but as long as he's happy, Steve's happy. ]
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We can make breakfast together, then. I won't make you run.
[ He might make Tony get Alice ready though. And Steve will wait for everyone to start working to do his workouts, and focus on hosting their guests and getting them anything they might need to get this working. He does feel a little useless still, but he knows what Tony will say and so he doesn't voice that concern of his.
And then he remembers Tony's other request, so he gets his arms wound around Tony and gives him a big bear hug, careful not to crush his windpipe on that ridiculously large chest of his. He's all too aware of how easily things could turn out for the worse. He was so afraid at first, of being too rough with Alice. When she was born, she was tiny, and fragile. Her bones hadn't even set yet. She'd reached out to hold Steve's finger as he sat in a chair searching the stars for her father, and he'd cried himself to sleep by her crib, attached to the bed but with the wall up, terrified that he'd roll over on her and not notice.
That seems like so very long ago, now. And those worries as far away from them as Tony was, now clutched to Steve's heart, where he belongs. ]
How's that?
[ He might've just survived the ice because he's so warm, and Tony will surely overheat like this, but as long as he's happy, Steve's happy. ]