Stony Oneshots (Requests open)

You're still Mine

REQUEST:

One where Steve and Tony are together but Loki tries to steal Tony from Steve and Steve catches them kissing or something? And Tony has to try and get Steve back - iamlightening125

hope you like!

I couldnt write for the life of me, sorry :( 

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You’re still mine 

“I’ll be home soon baby,” Steve promised down the phone and his heart ached as he heard Tony nodding on the other end, before telling him that he loved him and hanging up. Steve stared at the phone in his hand, wiping his hand across his cheek and under his eye “I miss you so fucking much.” He muttered and started as a figure in the doorway appeared, leaning against it.  

“Are you okay?” Natasha asked as she walked into the room and sat down next to him and with a furious nod, he smiled wanly.  

“Of course I’m fine why wouldn’t I be?” Steve countered back and Natasha shot him a look and laid her head on his shoulder.  

“Because you’re trailing the winter soldier who happens to be your childhood best friend and you’re missing the love of your life,” She stated simply, not expecting Steve to say anything. “You’re allowed to not be okay, Steve for numerous reasons. We’ve been away too long from the others Stark’s getting restless and the reappearance of Loki is making Clint antsy, Bruce is moments away from leaving every single day and we’re not a even close to finding Barnes.” Steve huffed, a long drawn out breath filling the silence as the two of them sat there, wrapped up in each other before Steve turned to Natasha.  

“Are we allowed to go home?”Steve asked, ‘now’ hanging silently in the air but Natasha heard it, she always heard everything, saw everything and she agreed, jumping to her feet and complied to his request like it was nothing.  

“I’ll get the jet up and running, we’ll leave in an hour.”  

Steve smiled at the lady that had become one of his best friends, flopping down backwards onto his bed and pinched the bridge of his nose, breathing in deeply. Honestly Steve wasn’t sure if he was happy about not running after Bucky, but he’d spent so long getting blown up, shot at, having sleepless nights without Tony beside him and it was slowly killing him inside.  

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The Quinjet touched down on the Stark landing pad on top of the tower and Steve stepped out onto the tarmac, wrapping his jacket closer around himself as the blustery New York wind chilled him to his bones. It didn’t surprise Steve that Tony wasn’t there to greet them; he was probably tinkering down in his workshop or hopefully curled up in bed, deliciously warm.  

Steve opened the roof hatch and first made his way to the elevator, looking away from Natasha as Clint dropped in front of her, his arms immediately going around her as she sunk into them, burying her face into his neck.  Clint gripped onto her equally as tight, his shoulders shaking as she comforted him in Russian.  

There was no point in going to their room, so Steve took the elevator downstairs to Tony’s lab, walking down the extra floor and looked through the glass windows. Tony was stood there, silhouetted by the blue holograms, covered in grease and oil, arguing with Dummy. Steve smiled at the loving scene before pressing his thumb to the print canner and letting himself into the lab.  

Tony didn’t move so Steve picked his way through the lab and made his way over to where Tony was stood arguing with Dummy and with a smile he inched his arm forward and placed his hand gently on Tony’s shoulder. Startled, Tony jumped under his touch and spun around, his mouth opening to yell, his eyes screwed up but then his face relaxed and his mouth dropped open.