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Ripple Effect by SabreCMC (18k) - After the events of Infinity War, Steve is sent back in time on a desperate mission to find the Tesseract. Instead, he meets up with 21-year old Tony, still reeling from his parents' deaths. Who, naturally, tries to climb Steve like a tree. Somehow, this fixes everything.

Rated: Teen? It's a chapter in a large fic, but I'd say Teen for this one

Warnings: Tony is 21, drunk, and making questionable decisions. Might make some people uncomfortable.

Thoughts: OMG just Steve characterization in this is so interesting to me and very deep. I always enjoy Sabre's fics and this one is just knocked right out of the park. There's so much tragedy in Steve in the beginning when he goes back in time and tries to figure out what to do.

Note: You'll need to be logged into Ao3 to read this one.

#tonysteve #MCU #15to25k #time travel #piningSteve #get together #fixit #teen #kissing #awesomePeggy #sabrecmc #intoxication

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13, because it's my favorite number!

Steve was ashamed to admit it, but he'd never once thought to worry about Tony's health. Sure, sometimes Tony overworked himself, but it seemed impossible for him not to, with his company and SHIELD and the Avengers to work for, and the one time Pepper had mentioned stepping back, he'd shot her a look of such disdain out of the corner of his eye that everyone in the room felt the need to apologize for the suggestion.

And it wasn't like Tony was bad at taking care of himself, at least these days. He attempted to keep to a regular sleep schedule. He had a varied diet, but most times Steve noticed him gravitating to the healthier options anyway. On the days he had nothing but busywork scheduled, he managed to squeeze in an hour at the gym. He even scheduled rest time for himself (and Steve could admit, if he counted their date nights, he had a lot more relaxing time than his schedule reflected).

On top of that, Tony seemed... impossible to knock down? He complained when he was tired, but for the most part, he acted his same old self. He'd never even gotten a cold in the six years Steve had known him.

That was apparently by design, though, and Steve kicked himself for not taking the slight hesitation in Tony's movements before he reached out for Nathaniel, snot and all, to bounce on his knee more seriously.

"The responsibility for my weakened immune system is mine," Tony said, and he sounded so reasonable, but all Steve could do was stare at the oxygen mask covering his nose and mouth, because he was on his second week recovering from pneumonia. His left hand was held between both of Steve's own, and it took everything in him not to squeeze it tight. "Steve. I never told anyone about my health problems. It's not just you."

"I--" Know was on the tip of his tongue. Tony's health information was private. Had been even before Iron Man. But Steve couldn't bring himself to say it. He should have been watching. He should have realized. Tony washed his hands and disinfected things more than anyone he ever knew, but he'd thought that was rich-person eccentricity. Not health consciousness. "You can't die," he finally croaked, leaning down so he could press his forehead to the back of Tony's hand. "Please don't die."

It wasn't what he wanted to say, wasn't the proper way to convey what he meant. But he didn't know the words. All he could think about was waking up to a weak, wheezy, 'Steve, call an ambulance' as Tony burned hot beside him. All he could think about was what if he hadn't woken up. It had barely been loud enough for his enhanced hearing to hear. JARVIS wouldn't have been able to catch it and call for help himself.

He could have lost him.

When he finally lifted his head to check if Tony had fallen asleep, because he hadn't answered, he found Tony simply staring at him, blinks slow and syrupy. He sucked in a sharp breath. Tony didn't need this. He was recovering. Steve should have waited until he felt better to bring this up, wait until he was comfortable back at home--

"You're so young," Tony murmured, and Steve's breath caught in his throat. "I'm sorry I never noticed, Steve. I'll try harder to tell you these things, okay?"

"I don't want you to do something you're uncomfortable with," Steve managed, then bit his bottom lip against any other words.

Tony's mouth curved up into a wry smile. "I think my fiance should know everything about me, even the uncomfortable things."

Steve blinked at him, frowning. He felt a tear roll down his cheek. He opened his mouth, closed it. Then he choked out, "You did not just propose to me from your hospital bed."

"Is that a no?" Tony asked, brows furrowing together in concern.

"No, we're getting married, no take-backs. I'm just so... So. I'm just fucking so," Steve choked out, bringing Tony's hand up to his face again so he could press a trembling kiss to his knuckles. "I should go get the the chaplain right now. Serve you right to get married in this bed."

Tony laughed, and then he coughed, and Steve decided not to tease him about getting married in the hospital again until he was off oxygen at least.

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Oh oh oh!!! 37 or 73. Dealer’s choice.

Thanks!

I decided to be nice and went with 73 <3

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"I am getting real tired of meeting you here," Tony said, and he looked just as long-suffering as he sounded when Steve looked up at him through the bars of his cell. "I'm also getting real tired of everyone but you calling me for help."

Steve opened his mouth, but he wasn't entirely certain what to say. He's called Tony for help the first time he'd gotten arrested, but Tony had looked so bewildered and... sort of offended when he'd arrived? Steve had decided he'd stop calling Tony and just call on his less judgemental teammates (Bruce was a no-go after the second time) to come bail him out. He had no idea why they, in turn, had called Tony up to take on his bail. He always offered to pay them back, and he always showed up for court.

Come to think of it, the judge was starting to look at him a lot like Tony was, Steve mused, rubbing his hand over his mouth to hide an amused smile.

"You know," Tony continued when Steve said nothing, and the smile dropped from his face when he realized he'd actually been waiting for a response. "I understand you're trying to... figure yourself out, or whatever Natasha said. I just wish--"

"I am not trying to figure myself out. I am punching neo-nazis," Steve corrected firmly. "I do not enjoy punching neo-nazis. In fact, I very much dislike the fact that there are neo-nazis to punch."

Tony pursed his lips, obviously unimpressed. "The pictures the Daily Bugle post show you looking quite happy to punch them. It looks a little unhinged actually and I am officially asking you to fucking cut it out for a month. I have a fundraiser for the Maria Stark Foundation and I don't want to spend the entire thing fielding questions about your disdain for the law."

"I've never been convicted of a crime," Steve began, drawing himself up in offense.

"You're Captain America. Who wants to convict Captain America of a crime when you punch a neo-nazi?" Tony retorted, crossing his arms over his chest. "Stop punching people. Find a different hobby. I hear bird watching and crossword puzzles are popular with your age group."

"I'm telling Natasha you think her crossword puzzles make her old," Steve tried again.

"Her gardening hobby makes her old too. Make sure you tell her I said that," Tony retorted, then stepped closer, pointing at him through the bars. "I'm telling you one last time before I put my foot up your ass, Steve. Do things that make you happy--within the confines of the legal system."

It took everything in him not to immediately answer 'no.' He thought Tony might actually break through the bars and murder him. "Okay."

Tony blinked at him, apparently having expected more argument. Steve normally would have given him one, but Tony had proved very protective over his mother's foundation and all the events it held. Steve didn't feel inclined to push his luck. Especially since he was inside the cell and Tony was not, and Tony could leave him here.

"...Okay," Tony finally agreed. He narrowed his eyes skeptically. Steve tried to look as innocent as possible and was rewarded with a sour, "Don't do that."

"Fine," Steve said, contrite expression dropping. "Can we leave?"

Tony continued to stare at him, considering. Finally, though, he huffed, rolling his eyes. "Fine. I sent your court date to Natasha since you broke your phone on someone's face. Please stop doing illegal shit until after the gala."

Steve sighed. "Fine. Can I take you out to coffee? That's not illegal anymore apparently."

Tony whipped around to stare at him again, aghast. Finally, he managed to bark a confused, "HUH?"

"You told me to find my happiness within legal confines," Steve reasoned. "Homosexuality was legalized in New York in the eighties. I looked it up."

Tony stared at him a little longer, then let out a reedy, overwhelmed laugh. "What are you talking about?!"

"Let's discuss it over coffee," Steve tried again, and then, "Or dinner? Whichever you prefer."

"Shut the fuck up," Tony laughed, rolling his eyes, and finally turned to leave. "I'll go tell the officer to let you out."

Steve watched him go, stunned. Then he crossed his arms over his chest with a huff. This was why he preferred punching neo-nazis. They, at least, knew what his intentions were. He could probably give Tony a 'will you go out with me? yes or yes' note and he'd just laugh and say he forgot to add 'no.'

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142 for the stony ficlet thing!

Steve hummed as Tony began to shift beside him. Tony was a warm weight on top of his arm, breath puffing softly against his chest. He curled his arm in a little, pulling Tony closer so he could bury his face in his hair.

"Mmh," Tony grunted, and Steve felt his eyelashes against his skin as Tony's eyes fluttered open. "You're still here?"

Steve blinked, frowning, then ground his teeth against a sting of hurt. "Did you really think I'd leave?"

Tony tipped his head back to meet his eyes, eyelids still heavy with sleep. "You'd be the first not to."

Sleep made Tony honest, Steve thought, lifting his other hand to gently press the backs of his fingers to Tony's cheek. He couldn't imagine Tony ever admitting that if he were fully awake. He watched Tony lean into his touch, rubbing his cheek against his fingers like an affectionate cat, and wondered how the fuck anyone had managed to leave a bed with Tony in it.

He wanted to ask. He wanted to know how many people had left Tony to find the other side of the bed cold, hand reaching out for a body that wasn't there. He wanted to know if Tony just expected him to leave because he was used to it, or if he actually thought Steve was the type of fella who'd fuck and run. He wanted to know if there was anything he could do to put Tony's mind at ease, make him realize that Steve was in this to stay.

"Can I kiss you all over?" he asked instead, carefully taking Tony's chin between his thumb and index finger to tip his head back a little further.

Tony blinked at him again, slow and syrupy, and he watched as the question registered in his mind. His hair was sticking up in odd directions, and he had fabric marks on his cheek. It was the most beautiful he'd ever seen him. He wanted to see him like this every morning. He'd wait to tell him that, though, he thought, watching as Tony's lips parted. Until they were a little more settled. Until Tony didn't seem surprised when Steve stayed.

"Of course, Steve," Tony answered, voice soft. His hand came up to wrap around Steve's wrist, holding his hand steady so he could turn and press a kiss into his palm.

Steve slid his hand back into Tony's hair, holding him steady as he leaned in to press their lips together. He thought that was a good place to start, kissing Tony until he was breathless and then trailing his kisses back to his ear, down his jaw and throat, until all Tony could do was gasp and moan beneath him.

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Steve saw Natasha's hand reaching for him and turned so his back was to her with a growl.

"Steve," Tony sighed in his arms. He sounded tired. "You're drunk."

"Am not," Steve said. It only slurred off his tongue a little. He adjusted his arms around Tony and settled him more firmly in his lap. "Not possible."

"You and Thor have been knocking back Asgardian mead for two hours," Tony said, tipping his head back to frown sternly at him.

Steve did not like when Tony frowned sternly at him. He leaned down to pepper his face with kisses, because Tony never frowned when he did that.

"Steve, maybe wait until you get back to your room?" Bruce tried kindly. "Tony, could you maybe--"

Steve growled and turned again. "Go 'way."

"Steve, you can't get jealous just because one of our other friends is talking to me," Tony chided, frowning at him again.

"I'm not jealous," Steve said. He noticed a hand reaching from around him and snarled, turning to snap at it with his teeth.

Natasha grabbed his face tightly, and he whimpered as she glared down at him. "Did you just try and bite me?"

Steve took a moment to think about it. He was in a very precarious position, probably. She could snap his neck. But! He had a stronger neck than she was used to. Maybe it would be fine. "Nnno," he answered slowly. Just because it might be fine, he was pretty sure Tony wouldn't like it if he had to watch him be murdered.

"Go to bed, Steve," Natasha told him. There was a threat in her tone maybe? Steve couldn't be sure. Her face was blurry.

"...Only if I can take Tony," he decided.

Tony swiveled his head to glare at him. "Of course I'm going with you. The novelty of me getting to take care of you is not lost on me."

Steve immediately popped to his feet, swinging Tony up into his arms like a princess. Prince? He stared at Tony's shocked face for a moment, then nodded firmly. Yes.

"What the fuck are you talking about," Tony sighed, exasperated.

Steve wasn't sure he was talking about anything. "I should eat something," he finally decided.

Tony patted his chest, shaking his head fondly. "I can order pizza."

"I think I'll eat you," Steve plowed on, headed toward the elevator, but didn't make it very far before Tony want back to frowning at him sternly. "Vitamin D."

"WHO TAUGHT YOU THAT," Tony bellowed, and Thor yanked Tony from Steve's arms before Tony could thump him soundly about the head.

Steve scowled up at Thor's blurry face. "Give him back." He put up his fists. "Or else. He's mine."

"I hate it here," Tony sighed as Thor passed him over to Natasha so they could start punching each other. "I should just leave them here."

"Maybe we should order that pizza," Natasha said, easing him down onto his feet, as Steve and Thor fended off the sudden broom attack that Clint went at them with.

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Steve heard Tony start to grumble and got up from the couch so he could go start breakfast. "Your pain pills and a glass of water are on the side table." The grumbling got louder. "Do not swallow the pills dry. The water is to hydrate you, not to take the pills with."

"Mrgh," Tony said behind him.

Steve paused in his work, waiting to hear anything after. He heard reluctantly gulping and nodded to himself, pleased. He was drinking, at least. "What sounds good? Omelette, or pancakes?"

"Mmmm," Tony answered. It sounded slightly distressed.

Steve immediately turned to look at him, concerned. The pills were gone from the table, he noticed, and the glass of water was empty. The pudding cup he'd left out for him in an effort to bribe him into taking the pills was untouched. He hadn't even moved the spoon. Tony looked just as distressed as he'd sounded, looking around the living room warily, mouth a flat line and eyebrows furrowed down in an expression of distrust.

Steve set the carton of eggs down and made his way over to him. "Tony? What's wrong?"

Tony's head swiveled like a bobble-head's, shaky and slow. He blinked up at Steve, eyes going glassy. "Home?"

It almost punched the air from his lungs. "Yeah," Steve answered, hoping it didn't sound as gruff as it felt as he tried not to let out a sob. He knelt beside the armchair Tony was lying on, taking one of Tony's hand's between both of his own. "Yeah, Tony, you're home. We got back from the hospital yesterday, and your leg is in a cast. I'm here taking care of you."

"Home?" Tony asked again, but this time there was a hopeful lilt to it.

"Yeah," Steve answered again, leaning down to press a kiss to the back of his hand. He remembered, suddenly, that the doctor had said Tony could have some adverse reactions to the anesthesia. He'd probably just been confused, and it would wear off more the longer it was out of his system. "Yeah, we're home. Do you want anything, sweetheart? Anything I can do for you?"

"Kiss me?" Tony asked, somehow even more hopeful, as if Steve could ever say no to him. Steve stood again, bending down so he could carefully press a kiss to Tony's forehead. When he leaned back, Tony was frowning at him, eyes wide and liquid. "No lip kisses?" he asked, sounding distressed again.

Steve carefully cradled Tony's face in both hands, thumbs rubbing over Tony's cheekbones gently. When Tony blinked up at him, waiting, he leaned in further and gently pressed their lips together. It was quick, shorter than he'd like, just a firm press-and-retreat, but he was testing--Tony was still obviously out of sorts. He could kiss him again if Tony wanted, but he didn't want to leave him feeling smothered, either.

Tony blinked at him slowly when he pulled back. Steve waited patiently for his response. "Wow," Tony finally said, and Steve couldn't help the bark of laughter that escaped in response if he tried.

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There were eight 69's in my inbox I just want you all to know.

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"Hey, um, so, hello," someone said, voice cracking.

Steve blinked slowly, not quite understanding. He'd heard that tone of voice before, but never directed at him. Normally Thor, or Bucky, or even Natasha, when she was wearing a tank-top that showed off her arms. Someone seeking help, needing muscle. Steve was scrappy, but he also wasn't the first person anyone ever turned to for help. He turned, raising his eyebrows in surprise.

The man who had sidled up to him was wearing clothes way too nice for the bar Steve and his friends called home base. As he watched, the man shifted, and he saw a peek of a red sole on the bottom of his shoe. His watch looked expensive, too. He bet the guy's buttons were more expensive than some of the liquor behind the bar.

"Hello," Steve answered belatedly.

"I'm gonna be frank with you," the man said, glancing nervously over his shoulder. "My ex is following me. I have a restraining order and the police are on the way but. You know. New York. So. Just pretend to be my date? Please? So I don't look like I'm wandering around helplessly. I need to look like I came here on purpose."

"Okay," Steve answered, the novelty of the request sort of making everything else absorb slowly. Then the rest of what the man said hit him, and he straightened up from where he'd been slouching over his beer. "Restraining order?!"

"You said okay no take-backs," the man answered, eyes darting back and forth as if he was already choosing someone else to ask if Steve really said no. "I'm Tony. Can we hold hands? Or. Like. I can go. Is there a bathroom here? Is there a window in it?"

Tony was panicking, Steve realized. He was about to shake out of his skin. Whoever his ex was, he was really scared. And he should be, Steve figured belatedly. From what he'd been told, restraining orders could be hard to get.

He reached out, bypassing Tony's trembling hand to instead grab Tony's chin, gently forcing him to turn to face him. "I'm Steve," he offered kindly. "Hi, Tony."

Tony squeaked, cheeks taking on a pink tinge. "Hi," he managed, shuffling his feet awkwardly.

"Don't worry," Steve told him, trying to convey that no matter what, here, he'd be safe. If Steve couldn't protect him, his friends were here to take up for Tony instead. "I won't let anything happen to you."

Tony exhaled shakily. Steve took a moment to wonder if it was from relief or if it had anything to do with the shocked blush on his cheeks. Now probably wasn't the time to figure it out, he lamented, even as he stood from his stool to offer it to Tony and subtly waved over at Bucky and Clint by the dart board. They noticed, and Clint got Natasha's attention where she was talking with Maria and Sharon.

Good. Everyone was on alert.

Steve turned his attention back to Tony, giving him a kind smile. "So. Can't say I've ever been someone's first choice when it comes to choosing a fake boyfriend."

Tony swiveled his gaze away from the menu to blink at him, stunned. "Why? You're very cute."

It shocked a laugh out of Steve. "Yeah, but I don't look very strong," he offered.

"...I don't. Want him to go after you," Tony answered after a brief, uncomfortable pause. "He'll just feel sorry for you. That I'm your date. So."

Steve bit back the urge to grip his hands into fists. "...Hmm," he offered, instead of 'what the fuck' or 'lemme at him.' He patted the back of Tony's hand soothingly. "Well. If he says even one thing wrong, rest assured, my fists are up."

"Huh?" Tony asked, but Steve just patted his hand again.

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Just realized all these years later as I scrolled down memory lane that @mirthandstar never posted their truly gorgeous commission they did for me. I hope you're doing well out there. Thank you for my old men, I do infact look at them everyday.

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Day 2 of

✨ THE MARVEL ADVENT CALENDAR ✨

A fanart a day until the 25th, more or less connected to Christmas :P

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