#im sorry my english was acting up today and i couldnt remember some expressions GOD

[irontinystar]

im aware that i just sent one in but your writing is so cute and amazing to read so hope you don't mind - what about a duo? 31 and 39?

I’m so grateful you like my writing enough to ask me another prompt, it’s literally so heartwarming to hear!!

Thank you so much, I hope you like this as well!!

prompts 31 and 39 from this list

Near, far, wherever you are

Stevetony, established relationship, fluff, emotional hurt/comfort, 2k words

For their anniversary that night, Tony has prepared the best of dates. He’s gonna cook all afternoon, so that when Steve is gonna come home that evening after a tiring day, he’s going to find a delicious dinner.

Then, after they’ve eaten, they’re gonna watch a movie Steve has never seen and that Tony still can’t wrap his head around the fact he hasn’t.

So Tony comes home early after a series of SI meetings. He has spent the whole conference thinking about what he’s gonna prepare for his husband, not really paying attention to the discussion. He drops the jacket as soon as he gets to the door, unknots his tie and rolls up his sleeves.

“FRIDAY, darling, put on some music” he asks loudly, and his AI complies right away, playing smooth jazz in the background.

Tony smiles by himself, before approaching the kitchen and putting on an apron with the writing ’kiss the cook’ in a fancy font on the front. He meddles around with pots and ladles, trying to follow an old recipe he has found out Steve loves. It’s a little difficult, and he’s not that good of a cook himself. Usually, he just gives up and orders take away, but tonight he has decided he’s going to do his best to make it.

Plus, he’s enjoying his time, so that’s really not a problem. He swings around the kitchen singing out loud along Frank Sinatra, pretending to hold a mic instead of a wooden spoon, but he suddenly curses under his breath when he realises the flame under the pot is maybe a little too high for the pasta he’s cooking.

He grunts but manages to fix the thing before it can become a mess.

“FRI, maybe you should tone the music down a little” he calls, frowning. It’s better if he focuses on the recipe instead of his singing skills.

He’s fixing the last details when he hears the door clicking open and loud steps coming in. He smiles again; even though they’re married for five years, it’s always exciting to see his husband after a long day.

Tony steps out of the kitchen to welcome Steve, and he grins even more when he sees him all ruffled from his rough day.

“Hi husband” Tony greets with a smirk.

Steve turns up his head to fix his eyes on Tony. He beams. “Back at you” he teases, before getting closer.

Tony smiles again, can’t help smiling, and when Steve wraps his arms around him, he leans into his broad chest almost melting. “You should go wash your hands” he warns. “Dinner’s ready.”

He loops his arms around Steve’s neck and mindlessly plays with his hair.

Steve frowns. “First I want a kiss” he complains, and Tony rolls his eyes.

“Na-ha” he denies with a resolute expression. “It’s gonna cool down.”

“But I’m legitimately obligated to kiss you” Steve claps back, even more resolute than Tony, and his eyes fall on his apron.

Tony follows his eyes and looks at the piece of clothing too, chuckling lightly. “You’re a shrewd man, Rogers” he jokes. “One only” he then states, leaning into Steve and leaving a light peck on his mouth, so quickly that Steve can’t even reply to it, before dodging away from his embrace.

“Hey!” Steve calls, but Tony is already heading to the dining room. “That wasn’t a kiss!” he moans, followed by Tony’s laughter.

“First, dinner. Then, kisses” he orders, and Steve rolls his eyes with a fond smile.

They eat chatting about this and that, joking and laughing like they always do, and Tony finds himself grinning again, at the thought that it’s always been the same between he and Steve, every moment seems like their first date, like their going out before they even were a thing, every time they’re at ease and just so in love it doesn’t look like a single day has passed.

“What are you smiling for?” Steve asks stuffing his mouth with food, a wondering expression on his face, and Tony giggles a little embarrassed.

He shrugs, feeling his neck blushing. They’re married, for god’s sake, he shouldn’t blush at that.

“Because I love you” he lets out earnestly, and Steve smiles too, his face softening right away.

“I love you too, baby” he assures with an adoring voice, reaching out with his hand to take Tony’s one resting on the table. He strokes his fingers before entangling them with his own. “Forever, right?” he asks brushing at the gold ring around Tony’s finger.

Tony smiles and cocks his head. “Forever” he grants in reply.

Once they’ve finished eating, Tony pushes Steve to the living room, too excited for the rest of the evening.

“I’m not gonna watch The empire strikes back again, I’m telling you” Steve states, letting Tony lead him to the couch. “I mean, I love you to pieces, but not to the point of watching that movie another time.”

Tony laughs heartily. “No, honey, I promise it’s not Star Wars.” He props up a dvd case to show it to him.

Steve frowns. “Titanic?” he asks dubiously.

“Titanic!” Tony repeats but with a loud voice. “You still haven’t seen it and it’s unacceptable” he scoffs.

Steve rolls his eyes. “There are a lot of things I still haven’t seen” he points out taking a seat on the couch. He raises one arm so that Tony can crawl next to him, before putting his hand on his opposite shoulder.

Tony looks up at him. “I know, and we’re going to fix it” he assures nodding.

Steve leaves a kiss on the tip of his nose, making Tony scrunch it. “Alright, I’m in your hands” he concedes.

Smirking, Tony giggles. “You sure are.”

He puts on the dvd and the movie starts playing. Tony shifts a little on the couch, so to rest his head on Steve’s chest more comfortably, before beginning to comment out loud some scenes here and there. It is something that their other teammates had always hated during movie night. Tony still remembers the glares Clint would direct at him when he complained about the inaccuracies in the movies, but Steve once told him he loved to hear his opinions, so Tony never stopped doing it.

And now that it’s just the two of them, he comments loudly without holding back his thoughts.

Steve hums along him, asking some questions when he doesn’t really get what’s going on, and Tony is more than glad to explain it to him. It gives him such a bust of pride to be of Steve’s help.

“You might want to try this sometime” he teases when the scene of Jack drawing a naked Rose comes on. He turns up his head just in time to see Steve blushing all over.

“Shut up” he scoffs embarrassed, and Tony grins.

For the rest of the movie he can see Steve is really entertained. His eyes never leave the screen, and his lips are slightly parted in the way he always does when he’s focused on what he’s watching. Tony steals glances of him and feels his chest growing bigger with fondness.

He almost startles when he hears a couple of muffled gulps over his head. He frowns in confusion and looks up to see Steve tearing up. Slow tears are running down his cheeks, while he tries to avoid it by sniffling.

Tony’s immediate concern softens: on the screen Rose, laying on the relict of a door in the middle of the ocean, is trying to wake up a frozen Jack. That scene would always make him cry too when he was younger, but he has to admit he’s seen the movie like a dozen times, so now his chest just tightens without him tearing up.

Apparently, Steve really has a soft heart, what will all this young desperate lovers have to part because one of the two has frozen to death.

Tony suddenly stills in mild panic.

Shit. He has forgotten.

He has totally forgotten about Steve’s past. Oh god, how could he have been so dumb? Of course Steve is crying his heart out- he literally lost Peggy in an accident just as soon as they had professed their love for each other, and good god, he literally fell into the ocean and froze to death.

“Steve-“ he tries, brushing his fingers on Steve’s hand around his waist.

Steve sniffs. “Don’t worry about me” he bubbles with thick voice, but Tony has already stopped the movie.

“Hey” he calls again, looking up at him with concern. “Don’t cry” he whispers. He reaches up with his hand and settles it on Steve’s jaw, and the man leans into it.

“I’m sorry” Tony murmurs. “I really am.”

Steve shakes his head firmly. “Don’t worry” he repeats, but when he threatens to cry again, Tony shifts their positions, making Steve lay down with his head in his lap.

“Shh” he hums cradling his head. “I’m sorry, sweetheart, I’m so sorry. We can change movie.” He damns himself. This had to be a perfect night and here he goes ruining it because he’s inconsiderate and can’t even remember such an important thing as Steve’s past.

He trails his fingers through Steve’s hair, and the man sniffs another time.

“It’s really not a problem” he reassures, but he curls up on Tony’s lap, nosing into his stomach.

“I should have known this could trigger you” Tony murmurs, and it’s not even a justification, but mostly a reproach against himself, how terrible of an husband he actually is.

Steve looks at him from under his wet eyelashes. He frowns. “What?” he asks in confusion.

Tony’s jaw twitches, as he keeps on stroking his thumb on Steve’s scalp. “Yeah, making you relive the freezing thing- I should have thought about it” he makes his eyes wander around, not really able to look at Steve, seeing on his face the evidence of his disappointment, but Steve frowns even more.

“Tony, no” he calls. “That’s not- I didn’t cry because of that” he states, and Tony gets even more confused at the blush on his cheeks.

“Even though it actually seems a more appropriate reason” Steve bubbles turning down his eyes.

“Then what is it?” Tony asks with concern, his fingers lifting Steve’s chin to make him look at him.

The other man smiles sheepishly, his eyes still veiled with tears. “I just-“ he trails. “I can’t lose you, Tony” he admits.

His hand comes up too, covering Tony’s still resting on his face. Steve brushes his ring like he did during dinner. “I love you so dearly” he confesses. “Whenever we part for a meeting, or we have a mission- I’m always afraid I’m gonna come back home without you- it scares me so much, the thought of losing you.”

His fingers keep on mindlessly caressing the metal band on Tony’s hand, his smile faltering on his forlorn face.

“Hey” Tony calls again softly, raising his chin another time. “You won’t lose me” he states.

Steve smiles, but it’s a sad smile. “You know you cannot promise that” he claps back. “You may not leave me willingly, but with the lives we live-“

“Then I can promise you that I’ll do my best not to make it happen” Tony blurts out boldly. Deep in his heart, he knows Steve is right, he cannot promise that, but that doesn’t mean he’s not going to try it anyway.

Steve smiles once again, and this time it’s a little more hopeful. “Okay” he whispers. He grabs Tony’s hand and brings it in front of his lips, before leaving a kiss on the ring. “I promise that too” he affirms with a steadier voice.

Tony lets himself linger in the moment, until he feels like he could cry too, so he clears his throat.

“Well, then we can finish to watch the movie, what do you think?” he asks.

Steve gets more comfortable in his position, but keeps his head in Tony’s lap anyway.

“Alright” he concedes, and Tony reaches for the remote. “But once it ends, you have to let me try the naked-drawing scene.”

Tony chuckles loudly, and even though Steve has turned to face the tv, he can spot a grin on his face.

“Whatever you want” he says fondly.