[ True to his word, Steve doesn't take long. He does need to leave Tony's room, since Steve's clothes and the shower is on another floor. But getting in and out of his uniform, and caring for it, is so routine that it goes quickly.
He showers too, just so he isn't covered in dried sweat and... space dust, or whatever it the residue is that seems to have coated him. But beneath the heat of the water and the white noise of the splatter against granite and glass, all of Steve's thoughts, for once, are completely with Tony.
In the end, only about fifteen minutes pass before he's back, because while he's been gone, he can think of nothing else, no one else. And coming back into the room, Steve meets Tony's eyes, and his own are filled with a nostalgic kind of yearning. There was something he wanted to do when he got off the ship today, and now that it's just the two of them, he closes the door behind him and walks toward Tony, whether he's still on Steve's bed or if he's moved himself to his own.
Then, as long as Tony doesn't give him any cues to back off, he only pauses twice. First, when he's right in front of him, before both his hands move up to cup Tony's face. And second, before he leans in to give Tony the kiss he wished he'd given him two years ago in that glass room with the Accords on the table. If that all goes to plan, then the rest, well, how Steve and the kiss feels is all details. Steve's hair is damp, and the feel of his lips and his hands is even warmer than normal, since he's absorbed more heat from his shower. He's wearing his old pajamas — worn out subtle Iron Man swag he bought at a store when they first got married and has slept in ever since. But with the kiss itself, Steve only has two things he's trying to say.
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He showers too, just so he isn't covered in dried sweat and... space dust, or whatever it the residue is that seems to have coated him. But beneath the heat of the water and the white noise of the splatter against granite and glass, all of Steve's thoughts, for once, are completely with Tony.
In the end, only about fifteen minutes pass before he's back, because while he's been gone, he can think of nothing else, no one else. And coming back into the room, Steve meets Tony's eyes, and his own are filled with a nostalgic kind of yearning. There was something he wanted to do when he got off the ship today, and now that it's just the two of them, he closes the door behind him and walks toward Tony, whether he's still on Steve's bed or if he's moved himself to his own.
Then, as long as Tony doesn't give him any cues to back off, he only pauses twice. First, when he's right in front of him, before both his hands move up to cup Tony's face. And second, before he leans in to give Tony the kiss he wished he'd given him two years ago in that glass room with the Accords on the table. If that all goes to plan, then the rest, well, how Steve and the kiss feels is all details. Steve's hair is damp, and the feel of his lips and his hands is even warmer than normal, since he's absorbed more heat from his shower. He's wearing his old pajamas — worn out subtle Iron Man swag he bought at a store when they first got married and has slept in ever since. But with the kiss itself, Steve only has two things he's trying to say.
Tony, I've missed you. I love you. ]