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For @captainneverever, Who won one of my @marveltrumpshate Auctions. This the first of six aesthetics, I’ll be making for Never, for MTH 2021!
Steve Rogers x Tony Stark - Avengers Assemble Inspired.
On Ao3.
It’s been a quiet few days, since they got back — or out of, is maybe the more apt term — from the other dimension or reality of them being villains and Steve can’t help but be glad for them.
Glad that it seems their villains, and the rest of New York, collectively agreeing to enjoy the peace for a short term.
Steve pulls the blanket he’d snagged on his way out to the sun room just off of the main bedroom, and settles it more evenly across his lap and legs before he settles back, squirming till he’s comfortable in the chaise lounge he’d claimed as his this morning to watch the sun rise.
He lets the serenity of the morning wash over him, as he watches the darkness give way to the first rays of the dawn. He smiles as his gaze flickers from the coming pinks and oranges, to the retreating purples and blues of the slowly fading night sky.
“Shouldn’t you still be sleeping?”
Turning his head, Steve feels a small, warm smile curl his lips up at the corners to see a sleep rumpled Tony standing just inside the room's doorway. He sways there, mouth opening to let out a jaw cracking yawn before pulling the comforter he’d obviously pulled from there bed, more tightly around his shoulders.
“Shouldn’t you, sweetheart?” he asks in return, but begins shifting around nonetheless before beckoning Tony to him. “I’d have thought for sure you’d still be out until at least late morning.”
“Can’t sleep without my personal space heater,” he mumbles as he crosses the short room to curl up between Steve’s legs, snuggling into his soft sweater and tucks his face into the crook of his neck. “Got too cold to ignore you weren’t there,” he adds, his lips grazing softly against the sensitive skin of Steve’s neck.
He gives a soft laugh, gently moving Tony’s weight atop him as he does. Bringing his left hand up, he carefully, softly, curls it around Tony’s waist. Before bringing his right up, to slowly and gently card his fingers through Tony’s thick locks. “I’m sure if you’d waited another minute or two, you’d have passed out again,” he murmurs, dropping his head to press a kiss to the nearest part of Tony he could reach.
“No,” he argues, snuggling further into Steve’s bulk. “Can’t sleep without you anymore. Too cold.”
Grinning, Steve closes his eyes, breathing Tony’s scent — motor oil, dried sweat and just the barest hint of a mix of vanilla and orange — and lets his eyes flutter close.
They stay like that, wrapped up in one another for a long moment, before Steve lets his eyes open once again, head tilting back slowly so as to not jostle Tony — who’s now softly snoring in his arms — and goes back to quietly watching the morning come.
He knows this won’t last, knows mornings like these are few and far between one another, so he lets himself bask in the warm, soft feeling for now.
For @onemuseleft, Who won one of my @marveltrumpshate Auctions. This the second of eight aesthetics, I’ll be making for Muse, for MTH 2020!
Steve Rogers x Tony Stark - Mermaid AU.
On Ao3.
Steve smiles as he watches Tony as he sheds the button up he’d stolen from Steve months back and his linen pants before walking gingerly into the ocean naked. As he watches, he drops both pairs of flip flops he’d been holding as he and Tony had been strolling along the beach, waiting for the sun to set, and moves to drop down himself as he waits for his love to return to him.
His eyes stay on Tony, till he’s nearly waist deep before there was a bright flash of nearly electric blue light surrounding him. It’s so bright Steve can’t help blinking, head tilting away for just a second before he looks back in time to see Tony jumping head first into the water, his red tail swishing back and forth before suddenly he’s beneath the water.
Settling back, he moves to rest back against his palms as he bends his legs, digging his toes into the sand and settles in for a long wait. He hums softly, taking a deep breath of the salty sea air and lets his eyes flutter close.
“You should have brought your book, sweetheart.”
Startling, Steve opens his eyes to see Tony bobbing in the water, only about twenty, maybe thirty, feet out from him. “Why?” he calls back, face soft and open, as he smiles. He can barely make out Tony make a face before it settles into something fond, he thinks. “I’ll be fine, doll, don’t worry about me. You enjoy your swim, yeah?”
“If you’re sure,” Tony calls softly. He stays there for another moment longer before giving Steve a little wave with his left hand — the metallic of his band giving a little glint from it’s bright shine in the dying sunlight — and ducks down once again beneath the calm sea.
Settling back into the peacefulness of the little beach they come to when in California, Steve lets himself breath in the air once again, letting it out slowly after a moment and lets the calmness of the ocean let him again find the moment of serenity he’d been in the process of letting take over once again.
He’s not sure exactly how long he sits there, letting himself drift in the serenity of the moment stretched out, but he does know as he comes up, back to himself, that it’s clearly been some time. Chuckling quietly at himself, he blinks once, then again, as his eyes adjust to the darkness of night, of the moon’s light shimmering across the stillness of the water.
Shifting Steve adjusts, letting out a quiet groan as something in his back pops. Reaching around he rubs at his lower back before he pushes himself up. Stretching, he looks around to see Tony’s clothes, and both pairs of their shoes still sitting next to him, before moving his gaze back out to the ocean, flickering it around rapidly before spotting a body cutting through the water quickly towards him.
He waits till Tony’s not far out from where he stands at the waters edge — the coolness of the water lapping at his feet — before he calls out to him, “Good swim?” A grin spreads across Steve’s face as he catches a flash of blue beneath the waves as Tony comes striding out of the water naked.
“Amazing,” he says warmly, only shivering slightly as the cool breeze seems to hit his wet body.
Bending down, Steve snatches up the button up, pulling it open to slip around Tony’s shoulders. It wouldn’t do much for him — even with how his body seemed to run at a normally higher temp than a regular human did — it would still help slightly until they could get back to their beach house.
“I haven’t had a swim like that in too long,” Tony murmurs, letting Steve shift his body this way and that as he helps him redress, so he wouldn’t be making the trek back completely naked and risk one of their possible neighbors from seeing him.
“I’m glad,” Steve says before moving to drop a quick kiss to Tony’s forehead. “But come on, let's get back and dry off. No sense in us risking you catching a cold, even if it’s harder for you to get sick.” He bends to grab at their flip flops in one hand, before sliding his other arm around Tony’s shoulders.
Laughing warmly, Tony nodded, leaning into Steve’s bulk, “Mother hen,” he teases gently as they start making their way back down the beach to where they’d come from.
