Steve leaned against TOny but didn’t even try to argue with him. He was exhausted. He was so tired of everything. He finally slid off the stool and put his now emtpy cup in the sink. “Come back to bed with me?” he asked in a small, vulnerable sounding voice. “I don’t want to be alone right now…”
Tony finished his tea and went to walk with Steve. “You’re not alone. I’m right here.” he swore, linking his arm with Steve’s and lacing their fingers together. “Do you think you could try to sleep? Or should I try to do something else?” he asked, eyes looking up at Steve as they went back to their room.
“I should be able to sleep again,” he said, though he sounded hesitant about it all. He crawled back into their bed and lay down, curling up against Tony once his husband was beside him. He nuzzled the other’s neck and cheek, kissing him there softly before settling down and closing his eyes, trying to slow his breathing as well.
Tony curled up beside Steve, arms encircling him and fingers running through blonde hair. He gave a soft hum as Steve kissed his neck. “Would it help if I sang a little? Or distracted you somehow?” He asked, his voice soft. His husband needed a break, and if he had to take Steve and just vanish for a while, he would. He fully intended on having it out with Fury in the morning, but now his focus was his husband. “How does a vacation sound?”
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