IronStrange Week 2020

Day Six: Collection of cliches (but it's their anniversary so they're allowed)

Ironstrange Prompt #6, Saturday
Silver/Young
Silver filled.

Summary:
It's their one year anniversary. Literally just mindless fluff.

Notes:
We are drawing to a close. But before that we have day six! Recently watched Endgame and IW again so my ironstrange vibes are off the charts. Enjoy!

“Our one year anniversary is tomorrow,” Tony said casually, sitting on the ground in the cargo bay which doubled as a workshop and messing with some nanobot schematics. He was currently trying to speed up production and make them more resilient. It was slow going.

 

Stephen looked up from the chair he was sitting in, reading a book but staying near Tony just because. “Is it?” he asked, faking ignorance. 

 

Tony hummed and saved his files, but not before implementing the current updates and telling the machines in the corner to start producing. He stood up from the ground with a groan, knees popping a little before walking over to Stephen, who let out a dramatic sigh and closed his book, dropping it beside him on the ground. Tony simply grinned and straddled Stephen’s lap, wrapping his arms loosely around his neck and resting his head on his shoulder. Stephen brought his arms up and held Tony close around his back.

 

“Any particular reason for this, love?” he asked, slightly amused as he began to rub his hand up and down Tony’s back.

 

“Just wanting to be close. You know, you’re the first person I’ve been with this long,” Tony said with an obvious offhanded tone that was meant to draw questions. Stephen was never one to disappoint.

 

“Yeah? Why am I not surprised? You're absolutely insufferable. Yet, I still love you. How nasty is that?” Stephen joked, huffing a laugh at seeing Tony’s pout out of the corner of his eye.

 

“Never realized how lonely I was before I met you,” he said quietly, tightening his grip around Stephen slightly.

 

“I know, love,” he murmured, turning his head to kiss the side of Tony’s head sweetly. 

 

They were silent for a few minutes, both content to sit and listen to the ship’s engines. However, Tony, restless as he was, only lasted for about ten minutes before speaking again. Stephen didn’t really mind.

 

“We should do something,” Tony said firmly, leaving room for no arguments.

 

“Alright. What should we do?”

 

That stopped Tony in his tracks, and they were hardly out of the station at that point. “Er. Gifts?”