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“Ah, damn. There’s a tear,” Tony pouts as he pokes his finger in the hole of Rhodes’ MIT hoodie.
Like most of the clothes he steals, it’s 2 sizes too large for him, sleeves coming all the way down past his hands giving him sweater paws, long enough to reach his mid-thigh. He huddles in it whenever he needs comfort, whenever he’s particularly missing ‘his Rhodeybear’ or sometimes slips on after a nightmare because he needs something achingly familiar.
Steve hates the damn thing.
Back before they started dating, spotting Tony wrapped up in it would fill him with an irrational jealousy despite knowing that Tony and Rhodes aren’t together - have never been together and were more like brothers.
Not to mention that he had no right to be jealous. Tony wasn’t his, not the way Steve wanted him to be and oh, boy did he want -
And it didn’t fade away once they got their shit together and well, got together. If anything, it made it worse.
Because Tony does steal Steve’s clothes, to a frankly ridiculous degree - Steve’s learned to buy doubles whenever shopping for hoodies - so there’s something about watching Tony reach for Rhodes’ rather than one of his that doesn’t sit right with him.
Tony looks at the rip sadly before carefully folding it and placing it back in his closet. He turns to Steve and gives him a sheepish smile, “Guess it was bound to happen sooner rather than later.”
He gets under their covers, gives Steve a peck on the lips as he wishes him a goodnight before dropping off in less than a minute.
Steve isn’t surprised, par for the course whenever Tony’s been on a binge in the workshop.
He continues reading for a bit - The Turner House, a pretty good read - before calling it a night, Jarvis dimming the lights as he places a kiss on Tony’s cheek before settling in behind him.
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Tony handles the mending of Steve’s suit now. It used to be SHIELD, but once Tony got his hands on it, he refused to let SHIELD get anywhere near any of the Avengers’ suits.
And back before any of this, Steve had been mending his own suit during the war. The USO girls had taught him many a thing while they’d been on tour, not all necessarily useful to him since he got together with Tony, but they did teach him how to sew up a hole so he could fix up his costume when needed.
So while Tony is out shopping with Nat, Steve stitches up the rip - and really, it takes him less than 5 minutes to do it, though he does spend at least 5 minutes just trying to thread the eye of the needle.
When Tony comes home, arms laden with bags, one filled with sweatshirts - “They’re for you, Steve! I didn’t buy all this for me” why is such a lie because Steve will wear them, at best, 3 times before they disappear from his wardrobe - he sees the hoodie on the chair where Steve left it and stills.
“You fixed up the rip?” he asks, finger running over the stitch.
“Yeah, it was an easy fix,” Steve shrugs, sitting on the edge of their bed.
Tony throws it on then settles onto Steve’s lap before stamping his face with kisses.