Our Perfect Never •||• stony

Part XIX - Forget

-=Steve=-
It has been three weeks since I said I wasn't leaving.

Scout came back to the apartment a week after he was brought to the vet.

Chayse seems to trust me more.

We go for jogs in the morning.

Have breakfast at home.

Some random activities during the period before lunch.

Lunch out.

Then spend the rest of the afternoon at home.

I like being normal with him. Sometimes I forget what my job is when I kiss his soft lips.

Forget my responsibilities when I run my hands through his wavy hair.

Forget my past when I hold his small frame when he feels insecure.

I love him.

**

"We've got a mission," Tony calls me ruffly past midnight, his voice gravelly from lack of sleep.

"What?" My mind awakens from that sentence, not long after it processes.

"You heard me." He doesn't bother repeating himself.

I look down at Chayse, his warm breath on my side spending shivers up my spine. Smooth arms wrap around my hips loosely, just giving me enough room to move around.

"Does it have to do with you-know-what?"

"Of course." He replies as though it should be obvious.

"I'll explain when you get here." He adds.

I can tell by his tone of voice and short sentences that he has been awake for a very long time.

"Are you okay, Tony?"

I hear silence.

"Did you just nod?" I question, stifling a chuckle.

His glare burns through the phone, then he hangs up.

I place the phone back on the nightstand and gently shake Chayse's bare shoulder. He grunts then his eyes open slowly, meeting my gaze.

"What's wrong?" He questions, unwrapping his arms from my waist and sitting up.

"I've got somewhere to be," I mumble to him, grabbing his hand and pulling him out of bed.

"Wait, why are you getting me up then."

"Because you're coming."

**

The blinding headlights catch every corner of the mist clinging to the road, making it seem like the particles are dancing in the air.

Chayse clings to my waist, the direction we head is one unknown to him. The asphalt splits into two paths, one disappearing into a large forest and one continuing forward.

Arms tighten around me when I turn down the direction swallowed by flora. Most things go dark besides the occasional light embedded into the roadside.

The sounds of the world are blocked and all we can hear is the whizzing of the air along our bodies and our very faint heartbeats.

**

-=Tony=-
"Speedy, you comin' with us or what?" We all stand in my lab, deciding who would be coming on the mission.

"If Wanda is." He says simply, moving into the room more and sitting on the armrest of his twin's chair.

"But she isn't." Clint speaks up, "This is a stealth mission Pietro, and Tony thinks you would be a good choice to help."