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Part IV: Interlude
"C'mon, Steve, play with me here, keep your eyes open."
Part V: Battle Royale
Steve stepped in close, moving one arm up as he moved, and god, Tony didn't even flinch. In one swift, graceful moment, Steve pulled Tony closer, his fingertips digging into Tony's neck, his thumb firmly on Tony's cheek, and Tony, damn him, didn't resist for a single second. That was fine. It suited Steve fine. He met Tony's defiant gaze with his own and kissed him.
Part IX: Distraction
"This is why you fight," Steve said.

Part XI: Return
Tony flipped the page of the sketchbook, still smiling in amusement, and then his smile faded a little, flickering into sympathetic pain. He looked up at Steve in almost shock. "Is this—?"
Steve nodded, sadly, as Tony's eyes lingered on the same picture that Morgan had found, weeks ago. He'd passed it off as faces he'd seen in a dream. Sometimes his stolen life felt like that, someone else's dream.

Part XII: Together
"By the way," Tony muttered into Steve's chest, "on the topic of dating and good communication…"
"Yeah?"
"I love you," Tony said. "I figure it's probably a thing we should say more than once. Y'know. Here and there."

Bonus:
Steve living his best life in the arena AKA shirt-ripping! It's just a sketch, but I couldn't not add it here.

