No Worry 'Bout the King or Crown

One

Tony was well aware that a good number of the men in his company didn't like him. It had everything to do with his accent of course. He was an Italian-American fighting in the American Army against Italy. It is ironic really but Tony didn't care. He had loyalty to America, no matter what others think. He was aware that some thought he was a spy, despite proving otherwise multiple times. They would figure it out eventually.

He looked up as one of the doctors walks past, not even looking looking over as Tony reaches out and taps the center of the doctor's palm. The doctor glances over with the tiniest hint of a smile and repeats the movement himself, onto Tony's palm. Tony grins and moves on to the mess hall to eat. Suppressing his smile, he finds Sam Wilson and makes his way over.

"Hey Sarge." He grins and sits down.

"Stark." Sam smiles a little. "What's got you in a good mood lately?"

"It's nothing. I'm just glad it's a bit quiet around here, knock on wood." He raps his knuckles against the table twice.

"Yeah well, I was just told we're moving out tomorrow."

"Is it safe to move the medical stuff?" Tony asked, confused.

"No, Tony, we are moving out, the medical staff are staying here because they are bringing in some more wounded but they need help on the front line. This place will be a medical base."

Tony felt his heart sink. He can't leave yet! He had to-

"Okay I have to go." He stands up abruptly. Sam opens his mouth to question him but Tony was already making his way out the door.

Tony makes his way to the medical tent and pushes inside.

"Strange?" He calls, looking around.

"He already left." Another doctor, Wong, answers.

"Do you know where he is?" Tony asked.

"Probably taking one of his walks. He should be back soon though."

Tony nods, leaving the tent. He knew exactly where Stephen was. Tony makes his way through the forest, to a clearing hidden by thick trees and moss covered rocks. The tall dark haired doctor sat on the ground, eyes closed and head tilted back. The white streak in his hair stood out almost brightly in the light of the sunset. Tony stands still, watching him for a few moments. The sight was.....calming, considering what he had just been told.

"Are you just going to stand there or are you going to kiss me?"

Tony laughs softly, moving forward and dropping to sit beside him. Before he could get a word out, Stephen presses a kiss to his lips. Tony was pretty sure the sound of his heart breaking was audible.

"Stephen, I need to tell you something."

"I know." Finally pulling back, Stephen looking him in the eye.

"We're-I'm-leaving tomorrow. We're going to the front line."

Stephen's always steady hands started to shake.

"Tony-"

"I don't want to-no, I can't- leave you. I won't do it. I'm not going to leave you. I love you to much."

"Tony." Stephen's voice broke just a little. "You have to. You'll be arrested if you don't."

Tony is quiet for a moment.

"Marry me. And then let's run away. Together."

Stephen stared at him. "Excuse me?"

"Marry me. Right here. Right now."