Fandom: Avengers, Captain America
Pairings: Bucky Barnes/Steve Rogers, Tony Stark/Steve Rogers
Warning: Partial nudity
Disclaimer: The characters in this piece belong to Marvel Worldwide, Inc. The situations herein do not depict any sort of reality, and no harm has been intended in the creation of this piece. This work is purely fictional and done strictly for entertainment purposes. No profit is being made and no copyright infringement is intended.
Notes: Created for avengers_rbb. A huge thanks to my beta team: K, mythicbeast, aesires, and Miguel for saving the first piece from utter disaster.
Go read the lovely, lovely fic by the wonderful pollitt on DW | LJ | AO3 [SPOILERS FOR THE FIC UNDER THE CUT]
"Captain," Tony said, squeezing his arm. "Why don't you go into his room. Fury and I here can parse the doctor speak and you look like you're going to jump out of your skin if you don't go in there. And while I’m sure any S.H.I.E.L.D. facility is insured to the hilt and ready for superhero eventualities, I think the hospital would probably prefer not having to scrape Captain America from the walls.”
When Tony pulled back, he coughed once, sniffed, and then continued, "Because I don’t trust that our mutual employer will be providing adequate transportation, I’m going to insist that you take one of my cars. But, what with the whole Jarvis prediction thing, I won’t be loaning you one of my favorites. Also, Pepper won't let me. Apparently I am too reckless in offering my toys when I know they won’t come back.”
James was asleep, or doing a good job faking it, when Steve came back from the bathroom. The second bed was untouched, and Steve could have slept on it, but instead he climbed onto the bed and fit his body behind James’s, curling his arm around James's chest.
Before he fell asleep, he felt fingers lace with his own.
Steve bumps his foot back, and before they know, it they’ve descended into ridiculousness, bumping their feet against one another, laughing and wearing stupid grins. They cough back their laughter and still their feet when their server stops to refill the coffee before retreating back to her place behind the counter.
“Man, I missed you,” James says, rubbing his hand over his face as if he were trying to wipe away his smile. It doesn’t work.