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𝘚𝘭𝘦𝘦𝘱 𝘐𝘴𝘴𝘶𝘦𝘴 [001]

Steve silently walked down the stairs and entered Tony's lab. Only one small lightbulb was lit, and Steve heard the sound of music playing quietly in the background. He blinked his eyes and walked to the light source.

Tony was sitting in his chair with his head tipped forward, resting on his chest. His eyes were closed, and his breathing regularly, indicating he was asleep.

The engineers hands rested on his lap, a pencil still in his right fist. The desk was filled with diagrams, sketches and papers full of notes and questions. Steve wondered to himself why Tony had been using paper instead of his computer as usual, but he didn't think to much of it. The super soldier looked back at the sleeping man and smiled lightly to himself.

Tony always looked really peaceful when he was sleeping. The man never allowed himself much sleep, which created situations like this, where he would fall asleep on random locations.

Steve vaguely remembered that one time, he had even fallen asleep during an Avengers meeting. Natasha had been the first to notice, to no-one's surprise, and had motioned everyone to quietly hide under the desk. She had walked up behind Tony, slamming her hands on the wooden furniture, and yelled at him: 'THE ALIENS ARE BACK!' Tony had jumped up in utter fear, falling off his chair and rolling over the ground a few times. Whilst everyone was laughing their butts off, Tony had silently retreated to his own room. Steve had given Natasha a stern look before following the embarrassed man.

Natasha would later learn from Steve that Tony was still struggling with PTSD from the alien invasion, and that after he had left, almost had had a panic attack, if it wasn't for Steve to calm him down.

The super soldier kneeled down and slowly stroke Tony's hair with his hand, waiting to see if he was going to wake up or not. The brunette didn't show any sign of consciousness, and Steve chuckled slightly. When Tony was asleep, he stayed asleep.

Keeping an eye out for the papers scattered around, Steve gently lifted Tony under his knees and back, bridal style, and carried him upstairs. Tony's body rested against Steve's sturdy chest, his hand twitching every once in a while. Steve inhaled and bit his lip, entering the apartment. Tony must be dreaming, he thought, and he hoped it was a good dream. The billionaire was haunted by nightmares, which was the reason he refused to sleep much. He would frequently wake up screaming, instantly falling into a panic attack, unable to breath. It hurt Steve to see him like this, and he was trying everything in his power to stop this from happening. His presence seemed to reduce the nightmares, but they were yet to completely stop.

Steve reached the bedroom and used his elbow to open the door. The room was dark, but Steve's eyes quickly adjusted and he approached the bed. The super soldier gently laid Tony down and placed the blanket over his shoulder to his chin. He turned around to walk to the other side of the bed, pulled his shirt over his head and sat on the matrass next to his lover.

Steve gently moved his fingers through Tony's brown curls, and lowered himself under the blanket. Tony, who was still sleeping, slightly rotated his body and relaxed his head on Steve's bicep, his hand resting on Steve's chest.

The blonde smiled to himself. He placed his arm around Tony in return and gave him a gentle kiss on the forehead before burying his nose in the brunette's sweet hair.

Embracing his lover, Steve closed his eyes.

'I love you, Tony.'

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