he's weirdly adorable when he is being all soft and cute and--
there is a moment where Tony's mind seems to all but bluescreen while Steve actually falls asleep on his shoulder, the action making it really hard for him to process much else about Steve's comment about New Yorkers and mouthing off. Tony is sure that he has something to say about it, probably, but also--
well times like this are not common, even in his universe where he was a great deal closer to Steve. this kind of vulnerability was something else. so needless to say, it was difficult for Tony to get himself out from under the sleeping Steve and off into the rest of the tower where the others were residing. he does at least wait for about twenty minutes, just mindlessly carding his hands through Steve's hair as he mumbles quietly to FRIDAY about this universe and what could be done to make sure that things were stabilised. and who he should go see to talk about multidimensional rifts in time.
then he slinks out of the room, after pulling up a blanket for Steve of course, and goes in search of Peter (who cries on him. a lot. it was a weird experience but he kinda likes this kid, can see why his other self might have kept him around since he is brilliant underneath all the tears). then he finds Pepper (whom he thanks, and tells her that he might not know how things were here, might not be the Tony she was used to, but he would do what he could to help in whatever way possible). then he finds himself some more coffee (leaves the tower, in disguise) before he wanders his way down to where he was informed there was a workshop.
what. it was his safe space okay.
and that is probably where Steve will find him when he wakes up, his undersuit replaced with the fresh clothing (that is still clean, for now), cold coffee just in range, and the schematics of more than one suit flung up around him to tinker with.
oh, and arguing (talking to loudly?) with FRIDAY.)
Are you seeing this? I don't even know where this idea came from, how the hell do you stabalize time travel but not know how to integrate nanite technology into your marrow? How fucking-- ugh, read those specs to me again, FRI, we have like twenty years to catch up on here.
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he's weirdly adorable when he is being all soft and cute and--
there is a moment where Tony's mind seems to all but bluescreen while Steve actually falls asleep on his shoulder, the action making it really hard for him to process much else about Steve's comment about New Yorkers and mouthing off. Tony is sure that he has something to say about it, probably, but also--
well times like this are not common, even in his universe where he was a great deal closer to Steve. this kind of vulnerability was something else. so needless to say, it was difficult for Tony to get himself out from under the sleeping Steve and off into the rest of the tower where the others were residing. he does at least wait for about twenty minutes, just mindlessly carding his hands through Steve's hair as he mumbles quietly to FRIDAY about this universe and what could be done to make sure that things were stabilised. and who he should go see to talk about multidimensional rifts in time.
then he slinks out of the room, after pulling up a blanket for Steve of course, and goes in search of Peter (who cries on him. a lot. it was a weird experience but he kinda likes this kid, can see why his other self might have kept him around since he is brilliant underneath all the tears). then he finds Pepper (whom he thanks, and tells her that he might not know how things were here, might not be the Tony she was used to, but he would do what he could to help in whatever way possible). then he finds himself some more coffee (leaves the tower, in disguise) before he wanders his way down to where he was informed there was a workshop.
what. it was his safe space okay.
and that is probably where Steve will find him when he wakes up, his undersuit replaced with the fresh clothing (that is still clean, for now), cold coffee just in range, and the schematics of more than one suit flung up around him to tinker with.
oh, and arguing (talking to loudly?) with FRIDAY.)
Are you seeing this? I don't even know where this idea came from, how the hell do you stabalize time travel but not know how to integrate nanite technology into your marrow? How fucking-- ugh, read those specs to me again, FRI, we have like twenty years to catch up on here.