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Tony had his share of sleepless nights. It was nothing new. But he would at least be doing…well…something to fight off the tiredness. Fighting and punching villains. Flying around in his armor. Teasing his team.
Sure, the whole day he was fighting villains, which kept him awake for a while. But that was at the brink of dawn, where he wasn’t able to grab not even a drop of coffee. It was now late in the night, where Steve and Tony were at their third meeting. And even after this meeting, he had Stark Industries work to do…
Three meetings in the spawn of four hours? Without coffee? This is how Tony died.
The first meeting was in the Avengejet, between the Avengers. Not bad, where Tony had lived off the high of being able to punch the Red Skull in the face, holding this fact over Steve the whole time—and probably for the rest of their lives.
The second meeting was with Director Fury, which lasted longer than it should have. Steve did all the talking, though Tony added a few quips that trailed off when Tony felt the shadow of a blanket of tiredness approaching him.
This third meeting was just between Steve and Tony, the two co-leaders. Steve was enthusiastically talking about how successful the plan went, all his focus on the holograms he was now effortlessly navigating.
Usually, Tony would be happy for Steve and his ability to now use tech like Tony does. Maybe give him a kiss on the lips as a congratulations. But the blanket of tiredness threatened to smother Tony as he leaned heavily on Steve’s shield, his armor anchoring him to the spot.
The room went quiet as Steve cast a glance over his shoulder to stare at Tony, concern shining bright in those azure blue eyes.
Tony lifted up his faceplate, fumbling for an excuse. “Um. You’re done? Almost?”
Steve’s eyebrows scrunched together in now even more obvious concern.
Hell. Can’t even form sentences at this rate. I probably sound insane. Tony sourly thought as he attempted to smile, though it felt more like a wince.
After a few more awkward seconds, Steve replied softly. “Yeah, I’m done, Shellhead. Let me get something first.”
“Don’t be too long!” Tony responded cheerfully, half-joking as Steve gently removed himself from Tony, walking away.
Okay. Tony could wait. Take off his armor…which, never mind, it was too difficult to even move any of his limbs. Was it tiredness or the armor weighing him down? Both?
Tony swore he blinked for only a second until Steve appeared in front of him, where Tony gave a smile as he said, “You’re finally back, beloved. I should—oh!”
Tony tilted his head downwards to stare at Steve’s hands, which were holding Tony’s mug…filled with…filled with—
“Surprise, dearest!”
Coffee.
The armor felt weightless as Tony stumbled forward, one gauntleted hand closing over the mug while the other gently cupped the side of Steve’s face. That’s when Tony leaned into him, planting a quick kiss on Steve’s face as Steve squeaked out an adorable “Oh!”
Tony then covered both gauntleted hands over his mug, sighing contently as he inhaled the scent of coffee, closing his eyes. He mumbled aloud, “Marry me,” before sipping the coffee, a smile escaping his lips. He would love for Steve to prepare him coffee every single morning and night.
Steve’s soft voice snapped Tony out of his reverie as he felt the mug slip from his hold, barely hearing the mug crash to the floor and barely feeling the puddle of coffee forming at his feet—well, he wouldn’t feel it anyway…as he was still encased in his armor…save for the faceplate…but…
I said that out loud? Kill me now.
“Tony!”
Tony squeaked as Steve gathered him in his arms—being able to carry Tony despite being in his armor—and dragged him away from the broken mug. “I’m fine, Winghead.”
An unimpressed Steve stared at him, making Tony squirm as he fumbled for more excuses. “I. Um. As dumb as it sounds, I was proposing. To the coffee…?”
The little coffee that entered his body made Tony deathly aware that he also, maybe unintentionally, maybe not, proposed to Steve. His boyfriend.
Tony pulled himself out of Steve’s loving embrace, turning away from those concerned eyes.
Oh. Oh no. Oh no, no, no.
A wave of despair hit Tony, worse than tiredness. He wanted to fly away and let the air blow away the tears he felt were threatening to run down his face. He just had to ruin everything. What if Steve wasn’t ready to get married? What if Steve hated him for this? What if they broke up?
Tony was pulled back and turned around to face Steve, who had both hands gripping Tony’s armored shoulders. Tony felt himself shrink as he avoided Steve’s gaze, refusing to see the anger—or even worse, pity—in those eyes.
“I said yes, Tony. To your proposal.”
“What?” What? Tony blinked, turning sharply to stare at Steve.
Who had the most adoring, in love expression in his azure blue eyes, his hands moving to encase Tony’s armored hands as Steve said ever so fondly, “Let’s get married, Tony.”
Tony was shaking, refusing to believe this was real. He nudged his armored hands out of Steve’s grasp, who first frowned before lighting up with a smile as Tony haphazardly shucked his gauntlets from his hands.
“You said yes?” Tony said breathlessly, grabbing at Steve’s hands, squeezing. This felt real…
Steve squeezed back, his forehead resting against Tony’s as he replied softly, “Yes. I said yes. I will forever say yes.”
Tony closed his eyes, laughing as tears streamed down his face, and responded with a cracked voice, “I’m so relieved. Thought I ruined it all.”
He felt Steve wipe his tears away and then plant a kiss on Tony’s cheek.
“You didn’t, dearest. Though, will this be our real proposal…?”
Tony abruptly opened his eyes, head-butting Steve ever so gently as he muttered, “Don’t take this away from me, Rogers.”
Steve’s hands cupped both sides of Tony’s face, kissing him on the lips before mumbling softly, “Of course not, Tony.”
Tony fell in love all over again.