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[text: Commander America] You won’t believe who I just got the shovel talk from

[text: Commander America] Actually you will believe it. Guess who just showed up at my place

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[Text: Super SEAL] Did you know that some seals can hold their breath for two hours?

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It was raining.

It was snowing.

Visibility was almost zero. Tony could only see a couple of feet in front of the car as he made his way home from work, driving as slowly as he could without pissing off the other drivers. It reminded him too much of another time, another storm, another life.

Visibility was almost zero. From his place in the front seat, Tony could barely see a thing. Mum was driving slow, but that was no guarantee, not with how icy the roads were.

Frank Sinatra crooned through the speakers, but Tony ignored the music, it was mostly habit that had him putting it on anyways. He hated driving in a quiet car, hated the way it felt oppressive, like a prison. Gibbs’ car had always been quiet, no music to be heard. Tony refused to drive like that in his own car.

Mum was talking about the movie, asking Tony his opinions on the actors in her rich British accent, that voice that he loved to hear when it was aimed at him, the way she curled the words. His own accent was thick with Italian, but it was sounding more and more like mum’s each day.

There was a bridge up ahead, one that Tony crossed every day without problem. Still, his hands tightened on the wheel as he knew it was drawing nearer, the memories creeping in on him.

There was a bridge up ahead. Mum didn’t see it before she hit the patch of ice. She lost control of the car, and they went spinning, out of control, hitting the railing, over the side, into the river.

There was another car in his lane, headlights coming towards him. At the last second, Tony swerved, hit the railing, went over the side of the bridge. It was just like that accident, all those years ago, only this time it was Tony behind the wheel, his life flashing before his eyes, and all he could focus on was the thought that he was going to die the same way his mum had.

The car hit the water and he was stuck in his seatbelt, unable to move, unable to get out of the seat. Pain on his right side filled him, but he was too busy trying to fight, trying to get out of his seat, trying to get out of the car.

“Mum, mummy we have to get out of the car! Water is coming in! Mummy! We have to get out of the car! Mummy!”

The last thought he had before everything went dark was that this was going to kill Steve.

“Commander McGarrett?” The voice on the phone wasn’t one that would be familiar to Steve, for all that they were all familiar with the majority of the hospital staff. “This is Leilani Kahale with Queen’s Medical Center. There’s been an accident.”

In the hospital room behind her, Tony was hopeless to do anything, to say anything to stop her from worrying Steve. He was laying in a bed, his right lung punctured by a broken rib- the same rib he’d broken in that accident- and he could barely move without wanting to scream in pain. The most he’d managed to get out of the nurse was a promise that she’d call Steve from his room, so he could hear what she said to his boyfriend.

The fact that she’d insisted on getting on a plane and flying to Hawaii to meet Steve shouldn’t have surprised him. Andie was overprotective like that. She probably wanted to give him a shovel talk to beat all shovel talks, terrify him into being on his best behavior. Tony wouldn’t even stop her. He knew better than to stop his adopted sister when she was on a tear, and she was sure to be on a tear when she met Steve. She’d probably have the poor man spilling all his secrets in seconds. 

They were meeting Steve at a restaurant after work, somewhere neutral, where hopefully Andie wouldn’t be too intimidating. Tony could hope, anyhow. “Please, Andie,” he begged as he spotted Steve at the maitre’d stand, “I really like Steve. Don’t scare him too much, okay?”

Isabella ran through the house, little feet pounding loudly on the wood floor. She squealed when she looked behind her and saw her Daddy coming, trying to run faster. Daddy always caught her, but she was still going to run as fast as she could, to try and get away from him.

I love you so much, Steve. When I'm in that place you're probably the only one who can actually pull me out of the slump besides our kids.

You always know just the right thing to say or do, whether it's challenge me into an argument to vent my anger, or simply take hold of me and allow me to fall apart in your arms. And I trust you implicitly with anything I say and everything I feel, and I know you'll be there for me when it's all over, no matter what. You're my shelter from the storm.

I just hope you know that I feel the exact same way about you. I love you, and will always do everything within my power to keep you safe and happy.

You're my everything and more, and you make my family complete.

“For you, babe, I’ve always got time for something quick and fun,” Tony grinned at the other man, sliding further into his space, slipping into Steve’s lap instead of sitting on the desk. “What did you have in mind? Because I seem to recall a certain super SEAL who promised me a morning of fun and then didn’t deliver.”