#trouvaillles

   Steve disappears - no message, no mission - it’s like he drops off the face of the Earth--- it’s hard to hide the disappointment that curls in Tony’s stomach. Weeks pass and as he’s ACCIDENTALLY listening to Fury’s and Maria’s conversation - he hears Steve’s name mentioned.

   It had taken quite a bit to get even the basic the information out of Fury as to what happened - Tony still suspected, the director did not share all the information with him, but right now, it was the most Tony was going to get. Knowing where Steve was, he took a flight down to Washington the same afternoon. For once he decides to keep it low-key, so when he strolls into the hospital, he's wearing just a pair of jeans along with a t-shirt and a hoodie - sunglasses still sitting on his nose even after he passes through the door. He approaches the receptionist and with a wide, charming smile that perfectly hides how anxious he feels. 

   After showing her his SHIELD identification - to which he briefly glances at him surprised before mumbling Steve's room number. "Thanks." Stark says with a blinding grin before heading off. It takes him a while to find the exact place, but when he does he’s suddenly too nervous. He sucks in a deep breath before knocking on the door and peeking in, just to see Steve asleep soundly on the hospital bed. There's a half-empty coffee mug on the side table, but Tony ignores it as he walks towards the chair to sit down. 

REALISTIC HALLOWEEN STARTERS

Accepting

one word prompts || accepting. 

                 this is sam’s off day, damn it to hell in a handbasket, let him rest. let a man know a thing or two peace outside of battle, something outside of war and the end of the world every other god damn day. phone turned off and otherwise hidden away from the world; it’s the perfect plan, so of course shit’s bound to go wrong. ( if he was a wiser man, sam would know better, but considering he's the kind of guy to strap wings to his chest and plummet off a cliff, well. the rest speaks for itself ). there’s a rap rap rap at his door and sam’s mid curse as he stumbles to open it, “ listen, i already told you, tony i need a hot break  __________________”

kiss the boy: { accepting! }

“Isn’t the point of sparring to actually teach me how to fight, rather than just constantly landing me on my ass?”

Tony squirmed under Steve’s monolithic weight, the blond’s hands pinning his wrists to the ground. They were both sweatier than Tony considered strictly necessary, and it made Steve’s shirt cling to his chest in a way that was incredibly unfair.

“Are you tapping out?” Steve asked, with a cocky smile, and Tony decided the only way to win was maximising his tactics.

          It’s been probably a year since they last spoke, which is a year too long for her, but they live in a very different world than a few years ago. There’s a moment or two when Sharon gives Steve a long look, before scooting over a cup of coffee to him.