Tuesday's Theme: Union

[cap_ironman_daily]

To celebrate the merge of the Steve/Tony Imzy Community and cap_ironman, our theme this week is: union. Reunions, team-ups, begrudging partnerships, civil unions and all its associated sap, marriage of convenience—you name it!

You can write a story, drabble, headcanon, meta, do art, make a video, gif set, poem, fic rec, song rec — whatever creative way you can think of to connect Stony to the prompt is welcome. Have fun!

If anyone has suggestions for future prompts, feel free to leave them in this post!

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[faite]

I've been sitting on a "MCU Steve and Tony get drunk married in Vegas" idea sort-of-deal for a while, so here we go:



(Cue shenanigans.)

[kasdelav]

S/T comm: union!
me: aw!
S/T comm: reunion!
me: MMMMM YES! YES!

Anyway I'm sorry if this is short and clunky and a little bit incoherent. I'm supposed to be grading badly written papers and avoiding screens due a headache, ooopsie.

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The first time Steve puts on his wedding ring after the war, it's been almost a year since he came back to life, and he's still living away from Avengers Tower. He and Tony are on different teams, and Steve's workload as commander is so heavy that there are days that start with a mission and end up with him falling asleep over his paperwork, faceplanting on his bed. When this happenes, he wakes up feeling guilty and with a heavy knot in his stomach-- he's supposed to be working on fixing their relationship and yet he can't even pick up his phone before falling asleep and calling his estranged husband.

Steve misses how things were, before the anger. Before the betrayals, and the violence and dying. He feels guilty that what made him want to try again in the first place it's the memory of Tony's paceful face after putting his brain through a blender and calling it quits.

(He has so many questions and so many regrets and feels so, so angry that sometimes he can't help but be consumed by it. Until he remembers that anger almost drove him to kill the person he loves the most in his life.

So he puts a lid on it and tries.)

And then Tony comes over to his sad excuse of a flat (can an empty place like his be called a home?) carrying a bag of takeout and a tentative smile, trusting and earnest and Steve feels his heart swell with warm and his anger melt a little. Tony doesn't remember the scope of his fury, and doesn't blame Steve for it. He forgets (he made himself forget) and forgives.

(And the guilt in Steve grows and grows but he's so grateful he could cry.)

So he opens the door to Tony, basks in his forgiveness. Accepts gestures of affection, and sleeps his tiredness away, cradled in Tony's arms.

And hopes with all his heart that tomorrow they'll do better.