Stony One-Shots

Love On Ice

"Yeah, yeah, just like that. Yes, you got this!" Steve cheered as he watched his boyfriend glide unsteadily across the ice.

Tony had wanted to try something new for Christmas, and that made Steve recall the years in his childhood when he'd skated across frozen lakes in winter, free and happy; well, as free and happy as he could with all his diseases and everything. Tony had had a busy life, which meant he'd never learned something as "irrelevant" as ice-skating, so Steve had went and stared at the billionaire all shocked-his jaw completely slack and eyebrows practically raised past his hairline-and insisted they were to skate on Christmas day.

Which was why Steve was currently grinning like an idiot after Tony's swaying ass.

"You go, babe!" the soldier hollered, laughing when Tony lifted a hand to flip him off, only to almost fall over from sudden imbalance.

"I hate you!" the billionaire called back, his arms pinwheeling wildly as he cautiously twisted around and inched his way back toward his boyfriend, grumbling unintelligibly.

Jingle Bell Rock was being blasted toward the ice rink by two large speakers standing opposite of each other, and children, adults, teenagers alike were making their merry way around the surface of the frozen lake, some with Santa hats or reindeer antler bands on their heads, some dressed in jackets decorated with tiny mistletoes, and some even going as far as sticking a beard on their faces. It was pretty festive, to say the least, and Steve was enjoying it. A lot.

"C'mon, you can do this," he encouraged, smiling fondly at Tony, who was slowly and clumsily stumbling toward him-Steve really admired how he narrowly avoided completely slipping every time he tripped on thin air-falling into the soldier's arms as soon as they were close enough.

"Ugh, I hate ice-skating. I'm never doing this again," the genius mumbled, his voice muffled by Steve's sweater.

"Really? And I was so sure you were gonna love it!"

Tony pulled away and smacked his arm. "Stop it, I'm not that bad."

Steve couldn't help the teasing chuckle that reverberated through his chest. "Show me," he murmured, pecking the corner of the smaller man's lips.

Tony scowled and pulled away, an expression of pure concentration taking over his delicate features as he determinedly shuffled across the rink, occasionally jumping slightly as children raced past him effortlessly. The man seemed terribly pissed at the fact that he wasn't even half as good as the little kids five times younger than he was, and that, frankly, was hilarious.

Steve couldn't help the wide grin that spread across his face as he leaned against the railing; Tony was just too adorable. The way the little space between his eyebrows creased as he focused solely on his stumbling feet made the soldier feel like melting into a puddle of warmth. Not to mention how the man seemed to curse under his breath every time he was surpassed by someone younger than he was-and that was pretty much everyone in the rink, if Steve had to be honest.

He was staring after his boyfriend almost absent-mindedly, with a hint of a smile on his face, when Tony seemed to trip on air-not for the first time-flailing helplessly as he fell forward and crashed to the ground with a thud.

It happened so quickly Steve barely had time to blink.

"Tony!" The soldier rushed forward immediately, skidding over to the billionaire, who was lying on the ground and desperately trying to get back up.

"Hey, here," Steve said, crouching a little as he extended his hand, trying to suppress the urge to ask whether Tony was okay, because he knew Tony hated it whenever people asked him that.