It's amazing how fast and how slow a year can feel, all at the same time. There are days when he can't believe that it has already been a year, that they have survived this long. He and Steve have been doing a good job rebuilding their relationship, mending whatever hurt and sore spot their two year separation had left in its wake. Those are the good days, when he feels like they have made progress despite how different everything is now. During the bad days, though, especially in the beginning, Tony would find it hard to even get out of bed. On those days he just wanted sleep until he could face the day again. Sometimes his nightmares would leave him rattled enough that he'd wake up almost violently, but even on those days it was easier to just sleep. At least Peter was still there. At least there he could try to fix things, when trying to do so while awake felt like an impossible feat.
Things are getting easier now, though. It had taken months before he felt inspired to work again, until his thoughts and ideas no longer felt muddled, but about three months ago the garage had been converted into a mini workshop. In their little library he now has a hologram table where he sometimes works on designs or projects that he wants to work on. He hasn't done anything too crazy - most of the time he finds one reason or another to work on something else ('The toaster needed fixing,' or 'didn't you hear the microwave making a weird noise? I'll put it together soon'), but lately it's as if that's slowly changing, too. He's finally using his tablet more often than not, typing code or sketching a new design as he starts new projects. Maybe one of these days he'll actually finish one.
While Steve cooks breakfast, Tony takes his time getting out of bed. Not because it's a bad day, but for the first time in what feels like forever he had actually gone to bed later than Steve. He had been installing some updates to the hologram table, and one thing led to another before it was suddenly 2 AM and he needed to get to bed. It's weird, how once upon a time that would have been early for him, but well...after going to bed at a reasonable time for almost a year, and actually sleeping, now apparently 2 AM is late and it makes it harder to wake up.
Steve's breakfast makes it easier to rouse him out of bed, though, and after making the bed he had taken a quick shower before changing into a pair of jeans and a soft long sleeve shirt. As he fixes his hair, he can see some grays starting to peer through - something that once upon a time would have distressed him, but he has earned those damn things. At this point it's no longer a bad thing from a vanity perspective, it's almost like another scar - it's a sign that he has been surviving despite not feeling like he even should, so he just lets them be.
Hearing their bedroom door open, Tony walks out of the bathroom and smiles at Steve. "Good morning. Sorry, did you call? I was in the shower."
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Things are getting easier now, though. It had taken months before he felt inspired to work again, until his thoughts and ideas no longer felt muddled, but about three months ago the garage had been converted into a mini workshop. In their little library he now has a hologram table where he sometimes works on designs or projects that he wants to work on. He hasn't done anything too crazy - most of the time he finds one reason or another to work on something else ('The toaster needed fixing,' or 'didn't you hear the microwave making a weird noise? I'll put it together soon'), but lately it's as if that's slowly changing, too. He's finally using his tablet more often than not, typing code or sketching a new design as he starts new projects. Maybe one of these days he'll actually finish one.
While Steve cooks breakfast, Tony takes his time getting out of bed. Not because it's a bad day, but for the first time in what feels like forever he had actually gone to bed later than Steve. He had been installing some updates to the hologram table, and one thing led to another before it was suddenly 2 AM and he needed to get to bed. It's weird, how once upon a time that would have been early for him, but well...after going to bed at a reasonable time for almost a year, and actually sleeping, now apparently 2 AM is late and it makes it harder to wake up.
Steve's breakfast makes it easier to rouse him out of bed, though, and after making the bed he had taken a quick shower before changing into a pair of jeans and a soft long sleeve shirt. As he fixes his hair, he can see some grays starting to peer through - something that once upon a time would have distressed him, but he has earned those damn things. At this point it's no longer a bad thing from a vanity perspective, it's almost like another scar - it's a sign that he has been surviving despite not feeling like he even should, so he just lets them be.
Hearing their bedroom door open, Tony walks out of the bathroom and smiles at Steve. "Good morning. Sorry, did you call? I was in the shower."