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‘Idiots in Love’ photographed by Bucky Barnes

“Why are you looking at me like that, Tony?”

And had a very sad realization (shocking? Not a bit)

Mid-fight with Steve, FRIDAY says “You can’t beat him hand-to-hand,” and Tony replies, “Analyze his fight pattern.” And then we actually *see* FRIDAY run the analysis in real-time. I’m talking:

Analysis of Steve’s fighting form and the shield,

an in-depth scan of the suit, and finally

Analysis of the literal impact force of Steve’s hits. 

You could read into this in a lot of different ways. But I’ll tell you what it meant to me. 

It meant that in every interaction Tony could conceive of with Steve, in every contingency Tony ever thought through, in thousands of possibilities Tony Stark never once thought he’d have to fight Steve Rogers. Not seriously.

He didn’t have a plan for it. He didn’t have a preset protocol for FRIDAY to call up. Not even close.

Because ready-for-everything-always Tony Stark — the creator of the Iron Legion; the maker of Veronica and the Hulkbuster; the guy who installed an instant kill mode in Peter’s suit; the guy who slept with his suit at his beck and call every night for months; the guy who has been thinking about Thanos since before he could put a name to the imminent threat he foresaw; Tony my-middle-name-should-be-paranoid (with good reason) Stark — never once considered that he’d be up against Steve Rogers. 

Steve and Tony break up horribly, and publicly, you know through the events of CACW and never see each other after that.

Except 10 years later, Tony Stark wealthier and more successful than ever, living the ultimate bachelor's life, receives a phone call from Steve Rogers on Christmas night, mentioning he is in town and would like to meet Tony before he goes back home.

Tony obviously ignores him and goes to a Christmas party and meets Stephen Strange there. On the way back Tony helps a total stranger with a lot of money and a phone number to call for a job after the holidays and Strange tells him that he is a good guy and the Christmas spirit might reward him and what is it that he wants? And Tony bursts out laughing, and says oh honey I have everything I want.

And that's how he ends up waking up on the Christmas day, in an ikea bed in a small bedroom in what's apparently a suburban house, wearing Walmart Christmas PJs, with a toddler crying through the baby monitor and a preschooler peeling his eyes open, litterally.

Robber: NOBODY MOVES OR I'LL SHOOT YOUR FUCKING FACES OFF!! NOW PUT ALL THE MONEY IN THAT BACK!!!

Tony, sitting in the back of the shop, sipping on a milk shake: I'm gonna tell him

Ah, it’s not too late friend! I did 12, but have some cold Tony trying to use his husband as a heater <3

17. Tucking their hands beneath the other person’s shirt, just to watch them break the kiss and gasp in surprise at the sensation of cold/warm hands on their skin.

“Steve,” Tony whines, “I’m so cold. How are you not cold?”

They were walking back from a late lunch, and the fall evening was crisp around them. The sun had been bright and warm enough that Tony saw no need for a jacket when they left the house earlier. Steve, on the other hand, rarely got cold unless it was nearly below zero outside. Now, though, Tony was regretting all his choices. 

Steve stares at him. “I told you to bring a jacket! A strong breeze gives you the chills! You’re one of the coldest people I know.” Steve says this fondly, but a worried look immediately replaces his chiding smile. “Cold like temperature-wise, I mean, otherwise you’re, you know…”  Steve trails off with a smile. “You,” he finishes. 

Tony gives him a put-out look. “Unfortunately we can’t all be as hot as you,” he says. “In every sense,” he adds.

“Here we go,” Steve says with a long-suffering sigh. “I love you,” Steve reminds him. “And I’m happy to remind you of that as often as you need. I’ll add an I told you so for the jacket this time, though. Think you can make it two more blocks before the hypothermia kicks in?”

Tony huffs a dramatic sigh as they walk the rest of the way home, shivering a little on the elevator ride upstairs.

“Steeeve,” Tony tries again. “I’m frozen. I mean it,” he says. 

“Come here you big baby,” Steve says affectionately. He pulls Tony in by the waist so that they’re pressed tightly together, and kisses him long and sweet, enough that warmth thrills all the way through both of them.

Tony rests his head on Steve’s chest when they break apart, smiling softly up him as he slips his hands up and underneath Steve’s shirt. He jerks back at the touch of Tony’s frozen fingers with a gasp. 

“Tony!”

“I told you I was frozen!” Tony says, indignantly. “You’re warm, though.” He runs his hands up and down Steve’s sides, and they both shiver, Tony at the abrupt introduction of warmth on his fingers and Steve at the soft, ticklish touch. 

“Using me for my body, Tony Rogers-Stark, how dare you?” Steve murmurs into his neck. 

The elevator dings open then, and Tony takes Steve’s hand in his, unwilling to let him go so soon. He pauses as the door slides shut behind them, drawing his husband in for another kiss.

“Well, I’m no expert, but I think the whole ‘in sickness and in health’ thing includes hypothermia, no matter whose fault it is,” Tony shrugs. “Come on, I think I can make it up to you…”

I am very bothered by the fact

Tony Stark has been dead a whole 3 months and 3 weeks

Marvel crushed Steve’s character development

They killed Natasha instead of Clint because he had a family ( so did Tony).

Hulk and Thanos didn’t have a rematch

The sun didn’t shine on the Odinsons

nat: I heard this one ancient saying that if you can't sleep someone is thinking about you

tony: so who the fuck is thinking about me at 3am?