Light of my Life (STONY)

Capsicle

Tony woke up the next morning in an unfamiliar bed, with a glass of water and some aspirin next to him. His left arm was hurting, so he looked down and saw the bandage, and the nights events came rushing back to him.

"Rogers," he muttered. Tony looked up to see him leaning in the doorway.

"Tony, just take the fucking pills. Please." Tony rolled his eyes but took them with a gulp of water.

"I'm sorry. About what I did. I didn't think anybody would care enough for me to do anything." Steve shook his head and walked over to Tony.

"I wouldn't sit up if I were you," he said.

"I'm a master at hangovers, c'mon Capsicle."

"Capsicle?"

"Well, you're Cap and you were laying like an popsicle for 70 years. You're a Capsicle." Steve smiled.

"You hungry?"

"I don't need to be taken care of. We can pretend this never happened, I have a call to make."

"Is it important?"

"Well, yeah."

"Can it wait?"

"Steve, it's important, it can't wait." He just wanted to leave, get out, preferably get to the lab. Steve handed Tony some clothes.

"I hope you don't mind - I got them out of your closet." Tony clapped Steve on the shoulder.

"You're a good guy, Cap. I can see why my dad chose you." Steve smiled and Tony walked into the bathroom to get changed.

"Hey, Capsicle, can I shower in here?"

"Can I at least get you a fresh towel?" Tony laughed and replied with a yes and waited for Steve to come back.

It was nice, having someone care about you.

Once Steve came back, Tony hopped into the shower and washed away anything that could show he'd been drinking. He didn't need everybody to know about Pepper, not yet. He wasn't ready for that. He got out and wrapped the towel Steve gave him around his waist before looking at his face in the mirror. In short, he looked dreadful - his under eyes were darker than ever, his eyes were still red and his cuts were irritated because he took the bandage off before getting in the shower - getting water in them hurt. He quickly got dressed and towel-dried his hair, unlocked the door and walked back into Steve's room.

Nobody was there, so Tony took a look around. He knew he shouldn't, but he wasn't going to do anything harmful. Just looking. He didn't open any cupboards or drawers or go and search through everything, no. Just... looked at the pictures he'd drawn that were laid across the desk. Steve was a good artist - he guessed back in the '40's you would've needed a hobby.

"Tony, what are you doing?"

"You're a good artist, Steve. Never would've anticipated that." Steve looked a little pissed off. "Look, I'm sorry, but you must know by now I have no self control."

"It's okay. Yeah, it's fine, actually. I should've put them away. Anything else you've looked at before I get mad?"

"No, this was the first thing." Steve layered all of his drawings together, placed a bullet clip on them and placed them back into a drawer. Steve looked at Tony's arm.

"Why did you take it off, Tones."

"What? Oh, the bandage. Right, yeah..." he said, looking at his hand. Then he looked up and Steve. "It was annoying me."

"I'm gonna need to disinfect it again."

"It's just had water on it-"

"And certain bacterias cling to water, c'mon, Tony, you should know this." Grumbling angrily, Tony shrugged and Steve made him sit down in his desk chair at the end of his bed. Cap then grabbed the disinfectant and sat cross-legged on his bed opposite Tony.