cap_ironman | Tradition

Title: Tradition
Author:

evieapple
Pairings: Steve/Tony
Universe: I'm going to say Movies.
Rating: pg13
Warnings: Mentions of war and sad things.
Beta: None
Word count: Sadly only 299
Summary: It's raining, and Steve has his traditions.

Steve hated rainy days. They always reminded him of things best forgotten.

Cold. Freezing. Can’t move. So cold.

Yelling. Screaming. The pound of artillery. Men running through the mud, just trying to survive getting to the other side. Cold. Wet. Muggy. Never ending.

Frozen faces lying in the snow. Suddenly everything is too quiet.

When he was younger, after he had gotten extremely ill after spending too long playing outside in the cold, when it was raining or just very cold his mother would wrap him in as many blankets as she could, mittens on his hands, scarfs wrapped around his head. Bucky always said he looked like a snow man, ‘cept warmer. She would sit them both down and read to them until the rain stopped. It soon became tradition.

Bucky even tried to re-enact it one night in France when it was snowing heavily.

Bucky. So cold. Lost.

Steve had woken up this morning to find rain hitting the window and a sky hiding behind mournful grey clouds. Carefully moving out of bed, he headed to the kitchen to grab some breakfast. After finishing a bowl or two of cereal, he grabbed a cup of coffee and headed back to his bedroom. Shuffling through the door, he set the mug down on the bedside table.

“I brought you a coffee.” A shuffle under the sheets was the only indication he had been heard. Hoping back into bed, he snuggled close to the warm body lying there.

Turning over, Tony snuggled into his solder, mumbling, “What you doing back in bed, Mr Early-Morning-Runner?”

“Tony, it’s raining.” Pulling Tony close, Steve just held him and soaked in his presence, his warmth. They remained that way until the rain stopped.

He had new traditions now. They had new traditions, together.

Tradition

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