[ The two of them have always had something special when it came to physical touch, and how easy it is to get lost in each other. The right touch or rake or stroke has always been enough to transport them somewhere private — a place only the two of them can go, together, and it's something Steve's desperately missed himself. In a world in which they're always ready for battle, Tony had been his only true place of comfort and escape.

Even now, after two entire years, Steve can feel the way Tony responds. It answers the question he asked earlier in another way. When Tony's hand tries to push him away, Steve's free hand moves up to cradle it against his chest. ]

I could promise you it won't happen again— [ His voice is hushed as he feels the way Tony's skin warms to his, and Steve can't help but plant a gentle kiss on his cheek. ] —but I can't ask you to believe me.

[ And as much as Steve doesn't want to pull away, the way both their bodies are reacting to this is starting to feel unfair. Steve isn't here to seduce Tony to say yes again. So, reluctantly, like this might be the last time he'll be able to feel Tony like this again, he lifts his head. It's just enough to stay close, but not so close that they're touching. ]

Do you still love me, Tony? [ He asks it again. But this time, as he searches Tony's eyes, there's more he wants to say. ] It's a lot to ask. But if you still do, let me stay. Let me come home and be the husband I should've been two years ago.