Stony One-Shots

Injuries

Steve's POV

It's been a year since the Avengers moved into Stark, now Avengers, Tower. Which means it's been a year since my little crush on Tony started. I can't help it. He's just so cute when he's rambling about science or technology. I know he'll never feel the same way and that makes me feel like crap, knowing that it's unrequited.

Even so, it doesn't mean we can't be friends. To prove that point, I'm currently sitting on the couch in Tony's lab, drawing while he is sitting in a swivel chair with a screwdriver in right hand with his hand encased in its respective gauntlet off his suit, claiming it needs repairs.

As I finish my drawing, (it's of Tony working.... don't judge me) I stand up and put my sketchbook and pencil on the coffee table in front of me. Stretching my arms above my head, I try not to stare at Tony's muscles, which just so happen to be showing because of the black tank top he has on.

"I'm gonna go make lunch, you coming up?" I question him, coming out of my daydream and walking backwards towards the door. Tony looks up from his work suddenly and turns his chair to face me. "Sure, just give me a few minutes to change," he says back to me before lifting the hem of his shirt to wipe the grease and sweat off his face.

Still walking backwards and making sure Tony can't see me staring, my eyes travel down to his slightly defined pecs. I can see beads of sweat gathering in the small crevices. Taking another hurried step backwards, my shoulder smacks right into the door frame. I gasp and grab my right shoulder with my left hand before kneeling on the floor. I may be a super soldier but that still hurt. It didn't help that I was walking backwards quite fast.

Tony looks over at me suddenly, dropping the hem of his shirt and, seeing me with a pained expression, runs over to me, kneeling so he can see my shoulder. Tony removes my hand gently and examines the break in the skin on my right shoulder blade, now leaking blood down my shoulder and blending with my shirt. I manoeuvre myself to be leaning against the table next to the door.

After a few moments of him examining it he starts to mumble to me. "Honestly Steve can't you look where you are going. I never actually thought that Captain America was this clumsy. I didn't even know the door frame was that sharp. Pass me that towel from the bench your leaning on."

I reach up and grab the towel he asked for and hand it over. He takes the towel and holds it firmly on the broken skin. After a minute, he lifts the towel, only for the wound to start bleeding again. "Ok. I have to take you down to the med bay so Bruce can stitch you up," he says, holding onto my right elbow and pulling me gently off the floor with him. As we walk, I notice he's still holding my elbow with his right hand and his left hand is holding mine to keep me steady. Slightly blushing at the kind gesture, it takes everything I have not to start confessing my feelings on the spot.

Down in the med bay, Bruce takes a look at my shoulder and decides to stitch it a little. Tony doesn't leave my side the whole time and because I couldn't have pain killers, he lets me squeeze his right hand in my left when it hurts.

2 Days Later

After my shoulder is fully healed, I'm allowed out of bed. I was told not to use my right arm for anything unnecessary to help it heal. Tony took care of me the whole time. He brought me food and helped me eat when I needed 2 hands. He helped me out of bed when I went to the bathroom and even tried to help me shower but I was too embarrassed so I denied it. I will admit, it took a lot of energy to say no and I even saw a hint of sadness in his eyes when I told him.