prompted thread for @reactxr
Knowing Tony, he always knew that the older man mostly preferred to blast out the metal music whenever he was working on his projects down in his workshop. Muffled noise of bass or guitar solo usually could be heard when Steve approached the said workshop, even if most of the room layered with soundproof wall.
But not this time, strangely.
Entering the workshop after putting a sequence of numbers on the panel, Steve furrowed his brows. It was eerily quiet and he didn’t exactly like it. Maybe Tony was going outside? But it was odd, because pretty sure Tony would tell him if he needed to go outside for work or whatever the reasons were.
“Tony?” he called, slowly walking into the room and looking around to find him. Workshop was as messy as he remembered, and he gave himself a mental note to clean this place up later when he found his boyfriend. “Tony, are you here?”