
[ I really, really look up to your portrayal of Tony. You know him in so much depth with really amazing comic book knowledge. Your threads are always creative and I really enjoy the dynamic between 616 and 1610 Tony! I love to thread with you. ♥ It’s a joy to read your writing. ]

[ I can’t believe this dork stole my shades. I want to say more and I will do somewhere else. The best Scott Summers, in real life and online. I couldn’t ask for a better friend in my life. They are the best if you aren’t following then follow now for perfect in character cuteness. ]

[ The first Steve to ever talk to me on this account… 2/3 years ago? I love your Steve bby. Thank you for sticking by me all these years throughout month long hiatuses. Your icons are so pretty too! I love our threads and how tough your Steve is on Tonio. Tough love is the best love. Thank you for being you! I always see you around and it makes me smile so thank you for making my dashboard a happy place ♥ ]

“Steve and I, talking about feelings? 10 years ago, maybe
but talking doesn’t seem to be on the Captain’s agenda.”

[ Thank you nonnie! I’m perfectly fine with Concrit though :D ]

[Thank you nonnie! ]
Tony was fast asleep by his desk when he felt a pen marker trace
over the hair that was just above his lip. It felt funny as a strange
sensation rubbed over. His mouth twitched before he opened his
eyes and blinked, staring wide eyed at the young lady.

“Are you really trying to draw a moustache over my moustache?!”

Their relationship was odd. But what one of
Tony’s relationships wasn’t odd?
His hand went for her, placing it just under her chin
to lift. That was when he leaned closer to her lips and
placed the most gentle of kisses upon them. His lips
smoothed against her own, drawing back only after a
while. Perhaps he had enjoyed that more than he had left off.
“If there’s a ban on office relations in your contract I’m
sure I’ll erase that– tomorrow morning.”

He was dreaming.
Being bed ridden often meant that he had a lot
of time to sleep and dream. To allow his thoughts
to consume and control his mind.
He was dreaming of her. Of her dark hair, her red lips,
her deep brown eyes. As he lay in that very hospital bed
he could feel himself moving; the dream itself felt all too real to deny.
His body twitched and the next thing he could feel as he
imagined kissing her was his lips meeting warmth. For
a second he wondered if it was real, then he heard something.
Tony’s eyes darted open and he stared at the figure that he
had apparently kissed on the cheek, his palms shoving the man back.
“Why are you THAT close to me?!”

Steve arriving at his lab late at night meant one thing,
and one thing only. Each time though, he had loved when
the Captain would visit him. The company of robots, despite
Tony’s constant preaching that it indeed was enough, wasn’t enough.
When the blond leaned over to peer at the screen that Tony was
working on, Tony turned, locking lips with Steve without a single
ounce of hesitation. Then he pulled back, swivelling away on his
wheeled-chair. Casually.