#thrust issues

Me:

Tony dropped back down into the quiet, easy place within him, falling and falling, and then he realized he wasn't falling at all. It wasn't down. It was up. He was flying, soaring into the sun--

There were tears on his face and he didn't quite know why. It wasn't that it was too much -- except it was too much, but it was that too much was also enough, exactly right, like the way he was built had always been meant for Steve to find his way in, to overwhelm him, to strengthen him.

He hadn't known it would feel like this.

He'd been afraid of intimacy. He hadn't realized what this would be like. He thought he might have feared it, if he'd remembered how to fear, but there was no room for fear in the world now, only an all-encompassing warmth.

Tony wondered if this was what happiness felt like.

Me: what? I don't have thrust issues it just that

Me:..

Me: *waves hands around* don't thrust people