Tony was NOt pouting. Sure, it was frustrating not being allowed to go to his own lab but he couldn't have walked if he wanted to. Tony's knee was out of sorts from some fight or another and nos he couldn't move it enough to stand let alone walk without pain. It would be fine, were it not for one thing.
"do you need anything Tony?" Yes. There it was. One Steve Rogers was acting like mamma-hen over Tony and while he was...... Flattered by the effort, he wasn't a child! If he needs something, he would get it.
"no Steve, I am completely fine." Steve came into the room anyway. Tony was in a spare room he reserved for guests laying across the bed. Smiling he took the remote from Tony's hand and set it down. "hey! That is my remote!" Steve looked down at Tony his blue eyes sparkling with laughter.
"nope, I need to feed you." Tony rolled his eyes.
"I'm not a kid Steve! If I get hungry I'll go get food myself." Steve just shook his head.
"no take out. You're hurt and you're body needs proper food to heal itself." Steve revealed a tray with a sandwich, a soda, and some kind of leafy green that Tony didn't want to think about.
"what's that Steve? Are you trying to kill me?"
"Salad." Was the short reply. Tony looked disgusted.
"I am not a rabbit Steve! Don't try and feed me crap like this!"
"it's good for you! You're going to eat if."
"no. No I am not. Mom"
"if I was you're mother, you would definitely have to eat it."
"Steeeve!" Steve held up his hand to end the conversation. "You will eat it. You will like it. End of story." Tony crossed his arms and Stuck out his lip. "meaney" Steve laughed again and dwt the tray down. "bón appetitè" Tony pushed the unappetizing food around on his plate before resolutely chewing a piece. Rabbit food, yuck. He managed to choke down the salad and enjoy the sandwich before he ran out of soda. Steve offered to get him another but Tony waved him off. Standing shakily, Tony hobbled to the mini-fridge. He got out his soda and turning to fast, started to fall. A pair of strong arms caught him and he was turned around. "Okay there Sparky?" Steve said his blue eyes glinting again. Tony couldn't really speak. Not thinking, he leaned forward and pressed a kiss to the tip of Steve's nose.
"I'm good." Steve giggles lightly, a light tinge to his cheeks. "Okay then" Tony might have kind of clung to Steve on the way back to the bed. And he might have held on a little to long to him when he sat back down. But Steve wasn't complaining. Tony decided that being hurt wasn't so bad, when you had Steve Rogers to take care of you.
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