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Steve gasped sharply. He’d just walked into the penthouse after being gone for three weeks on a mission. He was banged up, bruised, sore, tired, and starving but Tony had accosted him as soon as he’d stepped off the elevator and Steve didn’t feel like stopping him.
Tont had been panicked for days, waiting for Steve to come home. “I thought I’d lost you.” He finally said as he tried not to cry. “You went iff radar and I couldn’t find you and…” He cut off, leaning to bury his face in Steve’s neck. “I was so worried, Steve…” He whispered.
“I’m sorry, honey,” Steve whispered softly, sliding his hands along his husband’s back. “I was ambushed. It was… rough, trying to get back to the pick up area. I was afraid Iw ouldn’t see you again. Tony… I uh.. I need to sit down though before I pass out…”
Tony pulled away to help Steve to the couch. “We got you home.” He said softly, sitting beside Steve and helping him undress some. “Let me see if I can help with anything.” His hands were shaking as he spoke, happy to have his husband home but still reeling from the fear of losing him.
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