If you would like a prompt: Tony keeping Stephen's hands warm as they walk through a park or something in cold weather? Like fall/autumn or winter? I think it would be super cute.
Also, I love your drabbles and stories! <3
Thank you so much! Tony's a *little* oblivious here, but he gets with the program...
“This doesn’t need fixing, Tony,” Stephen snapped.
Tony froze, hands stuck in an aborted gesture and his words about thermal regulation cutting off. Confusion furrowed his brow. “You said your hands were cold,” he said slowly. “I know that makes your pain worse. You need better gloves. You don’t… want them?”
Stephen ran a hand over his face. Tony saw the world in terms of how it could be made better. Stephen loved that about him, but sometimes Tony just saw too big. “Tony. I wanted you to hold my hand.”
Tony stared at him, bafflement in his eyes. “What?”
“When I said my hands were cold, I wanted you to offer to ‘keep my hands warm’,” Stephen said. “I wanted to hold your hand.”
Tony blinked in confusion. “Why didn’t you say so?”
“I thought I’d been obvious,” Stephen muttered. Not obvious enough, clearly.
Tony took Stephen’s hands with his own. “All right then. Let me try again.” He smiled crookedly at Stephen as he brought Stephen’s hands up to kiss his knuckles. Stephen’s heart melted. “Let me keep your hands warm, Stephen.” He paused, looking conflicted. “I’m still making you better gloves, though. Just in case.”
Slightly domestic ironstrange even through all their hectic life and schedules plus America being a little shit. They weren't expected a gathering of them both each weekdays making America absorb Peter's pranks. Even if Peter isn't in the Sanctum or Kamar-Taj they still couldn't get a peaceful day when America is there
This is probably not exactly what you were looking for, but prompts are prompts and this is what my brain spat out in response to this one. America is a child here because that’s where my brain went.
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“Uncle Rhodey!” America shouts, and runs through the portal, plastering herself to his legs and raising her arms to throw them around his waist.
“Hey, kiddo,” Rhodey chuckles, tousling her hair. He looks up at Tony and Stephen. “I’ve got this,” he reassures them. Then, with a smirk, “You two enjoy your adult time.”
Tony chuckles and waggles his eyebrows. “Oh, we will.”
They chorus goodbye to America and Stephen closes the portal with a wave and a woosh.
The silence in the penthouse just about echoes. Stephen casts a hopeful look at Tony. “Sleep?”