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Tony’s been busy in the workshop all afternoon, but as soon as FRIDAY gives him the head’s up, he drops everything and is out of there. This is, for the most part, not that different from his usual routine when an away team returns after a mission, but the eagerness of his steps has taken a new flavor as of late.
Steve is just coming down the Quinjet ramp when Tony makes it up to the hangar. Tony quickly notes that all teammates are upright and mobile, and expends the minimal amount of effort to be polite in acknowledging them. That done, he immediately turns to Steve and says, “How we doing? What’s our status?”
Steve tucks his helmet under his arm and smiles wryly. “Hello to you, too, Tony.”
“Going to take that to mean that there’s no serious injuries, but no telling on the less serious.” Tony immediately starts touching Steve, pushing at his combat suit here and there to show where it’s damaged, because the armor at least won’t lie.
“Minimal, I promise,” Steve says.
“Good, good, good. How’s your adrenaline?” Tony says. “Riding high?”
“Okay, out of here,” Sam says as he quickly walks past.
“Don’t mind him,” Steve says, just as Tony is about to snark at Sam. “Did you have a good day?”
“Yep, very productive, but not as productive as it’s about to be.” Tony loops his arm into Steve’s and pulls. “Hut hut, time’s a-wasting! We got a full afternoon ahead of us, and there’s baby-making on the agenda.”
“Wow, all right,” Steve says, though he lets himself be dragged along. “That’s very romantic. You’re not going to make an effort for me?”
“Please,” Tony scoffs. “You want me no matter what I look like. Or say.”
“Ah, guilty.” Steve follows Tony into the elevator – just the two of them, the rest coincidentally deciding to hang back – and watches with an amused eye as Tony jabs at the button furiously as if he didn’t program practically everything in the building. When the elevator starts moving, Tony exhales with relief, and then with fond annoyance when Steve presses his nose against Tony’s neck, scenting him. Steve continues, “But it sounds like you’re stressing yourself out, and that can’t be good.”
“Pfft, this is the opposite of stress. This is energy, this is readiness! Anyway, I made a chart, so now we roughly know when it’s mostly likely to take and…” Tony trails off when Steve pushes at him suddenly, crowding him against the wall of the elevator just when the door opens to their personal quarters. Tony huffs a laugh, while warmth thickens down below in response to Steve’s proximity, but he puts his foot down. “Okay, yes, but not here.”
Steve pulls back. He silently wraps a hand around Tony’s wrist and steps out of the elevator, drawing Tony with him. Tony blinks up at him in confusion, because Steve’s lightly indulgent demeanor has gone, replaced with a strange alertness.
“Well,” Steve says slowly. “I don’t think you need to worry anymore.”
Tony sighs. “I love you, Steve, but I am not getting any younger and…” He trails off as he takes in Steve’s expression, which Tony now recognizes is of surety and surprise. “You’re fucking kidding me.”
“I’m not a hundred percent—”
“Serum or not, you can’t smell that on me, not this early!”
“I just really know your scent,” Steve says. “It’s… very specific, when it changes.”
Tony looks down at himself. He doesn’t feel any different, which kind of offends him. Surely he would know before Steve does, right? He pats himself, just in case, and Steve’s hands come to rest on top of his.
“I just thought I should tell you,” Steve says, almost nervously. “I won’t bed you under false pretenses.”
“I’m married to a man who still uses ‘bed’ as a verb,” Tony says wistfully. “This is the guy I’ve chosen to have a kid with.”
“Thank goodness,” Steve says. “So, uh. Do you want to check, or do you want to…”
Tony considers his options. He does want to know for sure, but on the other hand he has been worked up about this all day. Plus Steve, no matter that he sounds calm about it, does have a slightly shell-shocked wideness to his eyes that makes Tony think that having his dick sat on for a bit will help him process that they’re going to be parents. Plus going at it one more time would probably be good for morale in general.
“Right.” Tony hooks his hand into the harness by Steve’s shoulder and drags him along to the bedroom. “Test can wait.”