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“I could… I could help you out, if you want?” Steve asks. Tony registers the hushed, almost timid way that he says it, shoulders turned inwards and chin tucked down, before he registers the actual words themselves.
“What?” Tony splutters. At this point he’s thankful for the heat, if only because it means he has a plausible reason as to why his face is so red.
At least Steve doesn’t seem to be faring much better. His face is covered in a splotchy red flush, and his next words are even softer, more unsure of himself than Tony’s ever heard him. “Only if you want. I just… I don’t want you to be in pain.”
“And your solution is, what, to offer your knot up on a silver platter?”
Tony Stark has a big fat crush on Steve Rogers. He's doing really well at hiding it, probably the best anyone's ever hidden anything, like, seriously, if it was an Olympic sport, he'd win the gold medal year after year. The only issue is that for some reason, Steve has been acting, for lack of a better way to put it, super fucking weird lately. All of a sudden, he's going above and beyond to take care of Tony, and it's really throwing him for a fucking loop. Oh well, it’s probably just a fluke. Right?