❄ but the most special are the most lonely ❄

[letmetakeaselfie]

I. ( tony + steve + bruce )

[ tony's face-plate comes up, all but dragging steve over the threshold. he just has to focus on keeping the super soldier awake so they can get to bruce and get patched up. and then everything will be fine - it'll all be fine. nevermind that cap's best friend is now a psycho killer and is totally on the loose and natasha blew up s.h.i.e.l.d. via the interwebs and put a huge target on all of their heads.

at least he's not panicking.

he has no actual way of knowing how injured he personally is under the suit, either. he's in so much shock and so jacked up on adrenaline that anything is possible. he just hopes it isn't beyond the doctor's scope. JARVIS puts in the passcode wirelessly so tony can carry steve through the door, princess-style. ]

Medic? We need a medic... [ the joke dies on his lips, meeting bruce's gaze across the room. god is he a sight for sore eyes. ]

II. ( tony + steve + bruce + pepper )

[ once tony and steve are cleaned up and back in their street clothes, they may as well get ready for the q&a that's coming. there are a lot of things he's still not willing to discuss - peggy and her husband; his father; bucky... but neither of them are going to get a choice. he loves pepper and bruce with all (both) his heart(s) but this is some heavy shit, so instead he just blurts out the first thing that comes to his mind.

it's also the dumbest. ] Widow will be happy you finally got yourself a date, huh, Cap? [ he nudges the other man's shoulder and looks to everyone else, sorry. that's the best he's got. ]

III. ( tony + steve )

[ tony wanders out to the living room, finding steve out on the couch where he'd left him. he knows just by the unsteady rise and fall of his chest that he's not sleeping. how could either of them after that? without saying a word, he slots his slighter frame in next to him, carefully avoiding both of their injuries and pulling out his phone. ]

I wasn't kidding about that like page, you know. [ he shows cap the facebook fan page that allegedly phil set up. it has a much more flattering image than the twitter. also 14 million something likes. ] You have almost as many fans as me.

[ he's not even being cheeky (much), he has over 19 million. ]

IV. ( tony + pepper )

[ pepper's not up yet and tony hasn't slept yet, which really, if it weren't so commonplace by now might be more traumatic. as it is, he eyes her heels at the base of the bed; she had fallen asleep in her clothes. poor pepper, he'd probably exhausted her and worried her sick with all of this. again, par for their course, but still.

before he can talk himself out of it, he sits on a corner of the bed and goes about trying to get his feet into her shoes. she would totally kill him if she woke up right now, but as they'd established that day they went to the park, it was really hard being short. ] What does she have, elf feet...?

[ he asks the open air, wobbling to his feet and immediately falling to the ground. this wasn't his best laid plan by far. he's just going to lay here for a while. this carpet is soft and his entire body is a bruise. ]

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[letmetakeaselfie]

We didn't even get through a hand, this one is so not on me and my mad skills. [ why u mad peps? ]

[efficacy]

[ She makes a noncommittal hum at that, something amused in the small noise. She keeps carding her fingers through his hair, silent for one contemplative minute. Then, so very softly; ] When do you think we can go back home?

[ It seems silly, maybe, in the wake of everything that's happened; the most important thing is that they're all here, and all okay. Physically at least. But she wants their lives back, and that includes a house that isn't this one, where they have to hide like criminals or something. ]

[letmetakeaselfie]

[ pain floods his gaze and for a second he thinks he might break down again, but he doesn't purposefully rubbing his nose against pepper's. ] Soon. I promise.

Soon. [ he hopes he can keep it. ]

[efficacy]

[ Her soft smile as a touch of sadness to it, as if knowing what he doesn't say -- and to a point, she does. Regardless, she says nothing of it, instead nudging him back before tilting her chin up and drawing him into a slow kiss, lips sweeping against his lovingly for a few moments. ]

Did I tell you how happy I am to have you back? [ Maybe it's codependent or something, but she always feels like a piece of her is missing whenever they're apart, whether it's a mission or a business trip. And this absence had been particularly stress-laden. ] Because I am.

[letmetakeaselfie]

[ his eyes blink closed again, allowing her to draw him into the kiss, languidly returning it and releasing a little sound of contentment against her mouth. he thinks about what he'd discussed with steve -- that pepper had to come with them to defeat the mandarin; that she had to have her own suit. but the words get lost, she'll find out soon enough. once he's back to the lab and his suits and wow, he thinks he's actually starting to miss dum-e. he really is a lost cause.

and then she's speaking and he snaps out of his thoughts, eyes opening and flickering across her features to study them though they're already well-memorized. ] I'm happy to be back. Really happy.

[ especially considering he really wasn't sure he was for at least a minute there. ]

[efficacy]

[ Pepper smiles gently, fondly, returning the favor and taking a moment to simply drink him in, enjoying the small bit of calm in the sea of turmoil they've been mired in recently -- thanking every lucky star that he made it back to her. One hand cradles the side of his face, thumb brushing his cheek softly under one reddened eye. ]

Did you get any sleep at all?

[letmetakeaselfie]

Nah. I got Steve to bed a few hours ago but... no. Well, floor-bed. The short answer is 'no.'

[ he makes a face. he hadn't been ready for sleep. it could wait. ]

[efficacy]

Tony... [ She gives him the patented (only not really but it could be!) Pepper Potts Disapproving Eyebrow that usually shames people into submission. ]

[letmetakeaselfie]

I was going to sleep but then I -- woke you up. And now we're here, so hi. Hello. I'll sleep when I'm dead. [ he knew he overused sayings like that, but fuck it he had earned a little leeway here. ]

[efficacy]

Oh, so it's my fault for keeping you awake. [ It's mostly a joke, judging by the slight edge of wryness to her tone. But then she seems to remember something, brow furrowing. ] ...And were you trying on my shoes?

[letmetakeaselfie]

Oh yeah, totally your fault-- [ except she caught him, just like she always eventually does. ] No, what? That's ridiculous.

[ he wrinkles up his face in measured incredulity ]

[efficacy]

[ She's like the world's best human lie detector when it comes to one Tony Stark, it's basically useless for him to even try. She gasps as if scandalized, playing it up a little. ]

You were too, you little sneak.

[letmetakeaselfie]

I was curious. It was a very - scientific - experiment. [ he's honestly trying not to laugh don't look at him like that oh god he'll lose it ]

[efficacy]

Scientific, my foot! Or yours, apparently, since you were trying to shove them in my two-thousand dollar Jimmy Choos. [ oh please u can't fool her!! ] So what were the initial conclusions of this oh-so scientific endeavor of yours, Dr. Stark?

[letmetakeaselfie]

[ yeah all hope is lost he's laughing in short bursts against her ear. ]

That I still have no clue how you wear those things every day.

[efficacy]

[ She snorts, but smiles wryly. There's really no magic to it. ]

With plenty of practice and frequent sore feet.

[letmetakeaselfie]

Remind me to put like 12 foot-rubs on your credit. [ after he's not falling apart sorry :'| ]

[efficacy]

Noted. [ Again with the 12, but she doesn't point that out now, running her hand through his hair. ] How about a shower and a nap? Neither would go amiss, quite frankly.

[letmetakeaselfie]

[ he nods hopelessly, looking down at their rumpled clothes. ] Whatever you say, ma'am.

[efficacy]

[ She gives a small, slightly sad smile, leaning in to press a kiss to his forehead. ] Come on. I'll wash your hair for you.

[letmetakeaselfie]

[ he moves into the kiss, not liking that look on her face even a little. but he's up a second later, ready to follow her lead. ] You're a saint, Pepper Potts.

[ it's his turn to look a little sad. ]

[efficacy]

Hardly. [ She tugs him along by the hand into the bathroom, turning to draw him into her arms when they're there and brushing her lips against his softly. ] I just love you.

[letmetakeaselfie]

[ his arms immediately encircle her waist, kissing her back gently -- almost reverently. ] I know.

Love you, too.

[efficacy]

[ Stroking his back, she presses her forehead to his for a moment, smiling gently. Nudging his nose with hers, she pulls back. ]

Come on, then. [ Conjuring up a sly expression, wagging her brows once, she prompts playfully, ] Get naked. Or should I help?

[letmetakeaselfie]

I think I got this one. [ except when he starts to peel off his shirt, it sticks to him in some especially rough spots and he winces, realizing he's too sore to even pull it off his shoulders. ] ...Or not.

[ if he sounds frustrated it's because he is. he knows pepper will help him without being asked; without it even being necessary. but it sucks that it is necessary so he has to pout about it for a second, holding his hands up and giving her a pleading look. ]