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THE AIRPLANE ride after a mission was usually quiet. People stitching up their wounds, changing into sweats and sleeping, if it was a long trip, or sometimes chatting quietly amongst themselves in slouched positions after tiresome combat.
Steve was unlacing his boots on a bench before Tony plopped down across from him.
"Look Cap, I know you're an old man but you only got to live a few years of your life before the rest of it was in the freezer." Steve looked at him skeptically, too tired to ask Tony exactly what he was rambling about.
"What I'm trying to say is, you're young at heart. Don't waste it. I think you need a girl, ya know? Like that one sitting over there? The one you were fighting back to back with in the field? She might not know it but I see the way you look at her." Tony sighed, closing his eyes and shaking his head at his own advice. Steve offered a glance over to you. His face was contemplative, sweetly laced with affection, watching you converse with Natasha as you stitched a cut on your leg up and she dabbed at a bloody splotch on her arm.
You had been in medical school before you were asked to join SHIELD, and you often times offered medical assistance to the team before you all could reach the medical wing at headquarters.
"I know she said she would stitch anyone up that needed help," Tony lifted his eyebrows suggestively. "So, take off your shirt, ask her to patch the cut on your left side, the one on your twelve pack. That's all I'm saying." With a meaningful stare Tony lifted himself from the bench, heading back towards the cockpit.
"Tony." Steve called softly, stopping Tony in his tracks, "thank you." He nodded once in understanding before continuing the way he was going. Steve heaved himself off of the bench, beginning to peal the shoulders of his uniform off.
"(Y/N)," he called tiredly. "I've got a cut on my side, I don't think I can get a good angle on it, do you think you could help?" Natasha politely stood up to let Steve take his place next to you as smiled to Steve in response. ——— WORD COUNT 400
