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It was only when Steve had walked towards the room and started opening the door that Tony had realized.
“Steve, wait! Don’t go—” But by then it was too late, and Steve had already opened the door. “…there.”
Steve just stood there in front of the room, completely at a loss.
“Okay, wait. I can explain!” Tony started to clamour out. “There is totally a justifiable reason why I have a room filled with your things… I just need to find it.”
Somewhere, somehow, through all the stuff they’ve been through… All the times they had to fake being more than they were. Somehow Tony falls in love with Steve for real.
Or five times Tony and Steve fake being in a relationship and the one time they realize they’re really in one already.
It wasn’t that Steve was pure exactly. After all, someone who was pure wouldn’t withhold coffee from Tony—literally holding it over his head—until he ate something nutritious. Someone who was pure wouldn’t stand possessively nearby when pretty reporters hovered, with a deceptively mild look on his face—a look that somehow told them to back off when they got too close. Someone who was pure wouldn’t kiss Tony, hard, purposefully, while they were both in uniform, wink at him, and then jump out of a plane straight into a battle. Or tell him, in that low, Captain tone, to wait until they got home. Or stand in the back of a summer press conference, slowly and calmly eating a pop rocket while Tony tried to concentrate.
“Steve’s stomach soured at the number of the fallen. He will make it right. He’ll bring them back no matter what.”
(Steve finds himself in space, searching for answers to undo Thanos’ destruction. He winds up in Vormir, face to face with the keeper of the stone. Tony is more help than he knows.)
Steve’s high-school buddies tease him about his college boyfriend, not realizing that their perceptions are totally off, and there’s so much more than they thought.
“Does he know?” Tony asked again. It was the words he could speak, so he spoke them.
Sam’s eyes dipped to Tony’s chest, “Of course he knows. Anyone would.” He cocked his head to the side,
“Just Tony, you bleed blue.”
The bandages were stained. Tony pressed his hand as firm as he could. The color of the skies in the Golden Centaur’s eyes, the color of the skies on his palms.
Captain Neverever 