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Tuesday's Theme: TOUCH

Our theme this week is TOUCH. Come share your thoughts!

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When Steve had left, Tony had seemed just a little tired, tried to pass it off as nothing, but Steve knew something had happened in that last battle. Now he shivered limply on the couch with his eyes glazed over.

“Steve?”

“You should have called someone if it was this bad.”

“’m fine.”

“No, you’re not. The spell is killing you.” Steve clenched his fists. The spell had been meant for him, not Tony.

“It was worth it.”

“There was something Witchfire said before we handed her over,” Steve said, ripping off his glove and reaching over to where Tony was sitting. “I have an idea of what might help.”

Steve placed his hand over Tony’s, spreading his palm over the clammy skin. “Is this okay?”

Tony nodded, staring at where their skin made contact. Soon enough Tony’s labored breathing eased a bit and Steve’s suspicions were confirmed. He waited, holding Tony’s hand like that, but Tony didn’t get any better.

“I think you need more.”

“More?” Tony asked, wide-eyed.

Steve peeled off the top part of his uniform, then after some debate, shucked his pants too, leaving him in only his boxers.

“Oh.” Tony breathed, openly staring at Steve.

Steve tried not to be self-conscious, Tony had seen him like this before, what with some of the quick changes he had to do before missions, but this felt too much like something else. No matter what he looked like now, Steve was still the skinny kid that one looked twice at unless it was to make fun of him.

Swallowing nervously and probably blushing from head to toe, Steve settled on the couch next to Tony. It was only the unhealthy pallor of Tony’s skin that gave Steve the courage to slide closer so that their skin was touching, which was when Steve noticed the slight logistical problem to his plan. He’d been so flustered that he completely forgot that Tony’s clothes would need to come off too.

“Can I?” Steve asked, tugging on the hem of Tony’s shirt.

“Yeah,” Tony said, looking away. His voice was weak and perhaps a little shell shocked.

Steve carefully removed the shirt, but paused at the band of Tony’s jeans. “These too?”

In lieu of an answer, Tony began taking them off himself. Steve helped, sliding them down Tony’s legs with ease. Once Tony was down to his underwear, Steve settled him in his lap.

Several minutes passed like that, and then Tony started wiggling around. “You don’t need to do this, you know.”

“Please just let me save your life,” Steve mumbled into the back of Tony’s head, wrapping his arms tightly around Tony’s middle. “Just stay like this until the others get back and tell us the spell is broken.”

Tony sighed dramatically, but stopped trying to leave. “This is not how I pictured ending up in your lap.”

Comfortable and still exhausted from the day’s battle, Steve began drifting off, only to awaken to the sound of Clint snickering, a while later. He looked around to find that everyone had joined them in the living room. Clint wasn’t the only one finding the situation amusing, as they were soon treated to Thor’s boisterous laugh and even Bruce and Natasha were silently laughing.

“Why are you giggling? This is a lifesaving procedure here!” Tony said as he snuggled closer to Steve.