Stitches⚣Stony

Six

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There's a silence in the room that follows soon after Tony has announced the finished product that is the heart monitor, the only sound that carries throughout the room being the soft chime of a bell at every beat of Tony's heart. There's a proud smile that casts over Tony's face, cheeks full of grease and meat as he looks down at his finished product in proudness that he was able to fiddle around well enough to create a sound that didn't give him a migraine.

Steve looks on in amazement, holding the backpack in his hands as he stares between the heart monitor that continues to lay on the bed in front of Tony and Tony, the teenager who isn't even aware of Steves amazed eye and continues to eat his Burger. He wasn't even aware that a heart monitors sound could be alerted, or maybe it can't and that's the amazement that Tony is able to form.

"You did that?"Steve finds himself asking before he's able to stop himself, and for fuck sake, what a stupid question because of course he did! Steve has been watching him fiddle with the monitor. Tony looks up with a start as if he had forgotten that Steve was still in the room, pushing his glasses back up his nose with the back of his hand, smearing grease from his cheeseburger over his forehead as he does so.

"Well I don't see any other electrical engineering students around here, do you?"Tony raises an eyebrow, bringing his cheeseburger back up to his mouth and taking another bite, once again letting out a delightful moan at the wonderful taste that attacks his tastebuds. Whatever the medical staff in this hospital were trying to feed him was not food, Tony knows his food and food does not have fur.

"I-Uh, I just mean that's really, um, impressive."Steve blurts.

"Thanks..."Tony's voice trails off, looking at Steve skeptically as if he was waiting for the backlash that was yet to come. Nobody ever commented Tony's work, even his professors just expected for his work to be the best of the best and yes okay, Tony lives up to that role but it doesn't mean he doesn't like to hear a 'Well Done' or 'That's impressive' every once in a while.

But then again, he can say that he's use to it, it would explain why he always gets this bubbling, unfamiliar feeling in the pit of his stomach every time that Rhodey says thank you for buying the pizza that week, or when Steve tells him that his work is impressive. He doesn't get that at home, he never has. Since the moment he was able to toddle and babble, Howard has been expecting great things, and in some ways he has achieved a son that has all the brains and good looks, but is still a fuck up in the eyes of a father.

"I'm not joking!"Steve says a little too urgently, noticing the way that Tony's voice flatters in unsureness. Tony flinches at the loud voice, finding himself reeled back to reality."That's really fucking impressive, I mean, like wow. That most I can do is fiddle with a television whenever the screen gets all scrambled, and even at that I have to get Bruce or something to fix it for me. I'm terrible at technology but you- you have a gift."

"Um, Thank you."Tony manages a smile, ducking his head to hide the blush that coats his cheeks and instead taps his fingers on the heart monitor."That's the first anyone has ever said that to me...and meant it. I mean apart from Rhodey, but he rarely sees anything I work on so that's a rare occasion. So thank you, really."

"D-Do you need me to help put that back?"Steve asks, setting the backpack down onto the bottom of Tony's bed.

"Would you? These drugs are making me weak and sleepy as fuck, I can barely keep my eyes open nevermind lift this back."Tony sighs sleepily, falling back onto the pillows with a heavy grunt. The pillows were obviously from home, soft to lay on and silk in touch.