[He says this with all the drunken confidence he can muster but mostly he knows he's right. He's generally always right about most things except a few huge things we don't need to talk about- but Steve, especially, he knows will say the exact perfect thing when they're standing up there. Not a doubt in his mind.
Steve moving around gets a breathy noise that's mostly a whine that he thinks twice about a little too late because, hey, Steve's getting naked. And he's very all about that, hands a bit overly touchy right before Steve makes a request and since Tony can normally never say no to him he just nods. And doesn't really do much else to facilitate this request because moving seems really hard.
But thankfully he has Steve for that, who gets him upright and the both of them laid down where he then soaks up every physical inch of Steve's space and warmth possible.
Then Steve's asking him something when he was in the middle of drifting, not particularly off to sleep but just comfortably drunk drifting and he has to remember words. Worse yet he has to remember things.]
Jarvis made everything better.
[One of the sunnier spots in his childhood apparently, and one of the things he thinks to say for whatever reason.]
We did a few Halloweens. Maybe three or four. He and my mom would take me out- mom would leave when I wanted to stay out longer but he'd stay for me. They tried. I didn't make it easy.
[One wonders where talk like that comes from.]
I ripped my costume one time right before we were supposed to go out and I thought that meant they wouldn't take me so I made a big deal about it and he busted out a sewing kit right there and stitched it up.
[Thoughts colliding into each other, words in an endless freefall until he stops telling that story. Eyes closed, breathing out a long sigh, quietly he says after that small lapse,]
I miss Jarvis.
[And JARVIS. And his mom. And sure, his dad, too. Siberia wasn't that long ago. He doesn't wanna think about any of this.]
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[He says this with all the drunken confidence he can muster but mostly he knows he's right. He's generally always right about most things
except a few huge things we don't need to talk about- but Steve, especially, he knows will say the exact perfect thing when they're standing up there. Not a doubt in his mind.Steve moving around gets a breathy noise that's mostly a whine that he thinks twice about a little too late because, hey, Steve's getting naked. And he's very all about that, hands a bit overly touchy right before Steve makes a request and since Tony can normally never say no to him he just nods. And doesn't really do much else to facilitate this request because moving seems really hard.
But thankfully he has Steve for that, who gets him upright and the both of them laid down where he then soaks up every physical inch of Steve's space and warmth possible.
Then Steve's asking him something when he was in the middle of drifting, not particularly off to sleep but just comfortably drunk drifting and he has to remember words. Worse yet he has to remember things.]
Jarvis made everything better.
[One of the sunnier spots in his childhood apparently, and one of the things he thinks to say for whatever reason.]
We did a few Halloweens. Maybe three or four. He and my mom would take me out- mom would leave when I wanted to stay out longer but he'd stay for me. They tried. I didn't make it easy.
[One wonders where talk like that comes from.]
I ripped my costume one time right before we were supposed to go out and I thought that meant they wouldn't take me so I made a big deal about it and he busted out a sewing kit right there and stitched it up.
[Thoughts colliding into each other, words in an endless freefall until he stops telling that story. Eyes closed, breathing out a long sigh, quietly he says after that small lapse,]
I miss Jarvis.
[And JARVIS. And his mom. And sure, his dad, too. Siberia wasn't that long ago. He doesn't wanna think about any of this.]
What about your Halloweens?