Steve woke to the smell of food and coffee, his stomach growling and cramping painfully due to the fact he hadn’t kept up his calories while on his mission. He crawled out of bed and slowly headed down to the kitchen, dropping onto a stool at the counter and watching Tony quietly.
Tony hummed softly, piling up the pancakes and eggs. He heard the stool move and looked over his shoulder, smiling and flipping the pancake he was working on to walk over and kiss Steve. “Good morning, baby.” he said almost silently, leaning into his husband for a long moment. “I made all your favorites and plenty of them.” he promised. “Do you want to go ahead and start eating?”
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