I'm out of my head - hs AU

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Once Tony told Steve he was going to fall he quickly took ahold of him. Tony's body was limp in his arms as he stood in the hallway, people looked their way. Confused as to why Steve was holding onto Tony. "Uh...he's okay! H—he's just..he's very tired. His sleep schedule is fucked up, and if you don't know this then...get educated!" Steve said to the students that were watching them, they raised eyebrows at him and rolled their eyes and turned around again to do whatever they were doing.

Damn you, Stark. Why would you come to school in this state? Steve thought as he picked up Tony bridal style instead. To avoid more unwanted attention he took Tony to the bathrooms, to await the bell so that students would clear the halls. He was thinking he'd go to the nurse's office, but he wasn't sure he should. He knew very well that Tony didn't want to tell anyone. And that wasn't great. It was unfair to his friends but it wasn't Steve's place to tell anyone, all he could do was promise him that he wouldn't. And he kept his promises.

He'd just use the relax room. A room by the nurse's office that students could use if they had headaches or needed a second to calm down, and maybe just sleep during their free period. A very useful room.

About 5 minutes later the bell rung and Steve picked Tony up again.

"Alright. Here we go, Stark." He said, mostly to himself. He carried Tony down the hallways so that he could get to the relax room, Tony seemed to need it more than anyone. On his way there he felt how Tony nuzzled into his chest and heard how he let out a tired groan, he placed his hand on Steve's chest as well. Steve kept on walking, trying to keep his cool while carrying his newfound few-days crush. He got to the relax room and walked inside where there was a leather couch, a really comfortable one. And..seeing that Steve realized that it was really comfortable he began to suspect it wasn't such a good idea to put Tony there, for different reasons. One of them being that he didn't trust the people his age worth shit, he didn't know what to do then. So he kept on holding on to Tony.

"Wh...where the hell did you take me?" Tony asked groggily, looking around the room. A smile spread on his lips, a smile like he had just began feeling nostalgia creep up on him. Steve tilted his head as he stared down at the brunet, specifically the smile that had adorned his exhausted features. And the slight residual of the black eye Tiberius Stone had given him earlier.

"Ah. The relax room. I think I slept with someone in here last year." Steve clicked his tongue from annoyance, basically asking Tony what the fuck was wrong with him. Which he would also verbally ask him.

"Oh, god—Tony what the hell is wrong with you?" Tony chuckled innocently, regretting to have told Steve that. He seems to have a knack for telling Steve way too personal things without thinking twice, which he usually did. But with Steve he kept it real, too real, surely. Tony looked up at the blond and their eyes met.

"Uh, that was a joke, Rogers. Obviously...I would never do that, don't be lewd. I said that cause..cause—I know—I do know people that have done that." Tony lied. Obviously. Steve rolled his eyes, trying his genuine best to make his eyes just roll back into his head forever. Never to return again. Tony looked away, he bit his lip as he felt like he had fucked up in some way. Much like Steve had done twice already, so Tony squirmed in Steve's embrace. Leading Steve to set Tony down, but still holding onto him because he was unsure if Tony could stand after how he just fell. He just collapsed, luckily he could catch him before he could hit the floor. Tony pushed Steve away and sat down on the very edge, on the armrest, while holding his arm out. Thus in some way telling Steve not to approach him.