#nevers mth win

For@captainneverever, Who won one of my @marveltrumpshate Auctions. This the first of six aesthetics, I’ll be making for Never, for MTH 2021!

Steve Rogers x Tony Stark - Avengers Assemble Inspired.

On Ao3.

It’s been a quiet few days, since they got back — or out of, is maybe the more apt term — from the other dimension or reality of them being villains and Steve can’t help but be glad for them.

Glad that it seems their villains, and the rest of New York, collectively agreeing to enjoy the peace for a short term.

Steve pulls the blanket he’d snagged on his way out to the sun room just off of the main bedroom, and settles it more evenly across his lap and legs before he settles back, squirming till he’s comfortable in the chaise lounge he’d claimed as his this morning to watch the sun rise. 

He lets the serenity of the morning wash over him, as he watches the darkness give way to the first rays of the dawn. He smiles as his gaze flickers from the coming pinks and oranges, to the retreating purples and blues of the slowly fading night sky. 

“Shouldn’t you still be sleeping?”

Turning his head, Steve feels a small, warm smile curl his lips up at the corners to see a sleep rumpled Tony standing just inside the room’s doorway. He sways there, mouth opening to let out a jaw cracking yawn before pulling the comforter he’d obviously pulled from there bed, more tightly around his shoulders. 

“Shouldn’t you, sweetheart?” he asks in return, but begins shifting around nonetheless before beckoning Tony to him. “I’d have thought for sure you’d still be out until at least late morning.”

“Can’t sleep without my personal space heater,” he mumbles as he crosses the short room to curl up between Steve’s legs, snuggling into his soft sweater and tucks his face into the crook of his neck. “Got too cold to ignore you weren’t there,” he adds, his lips grazing softly against the sensitive skin of Steve’s neck.

He gives a soft laugh, gently moving Tony’s weight atop him as he does. Bringing his left hand up, he carefully, softly, curls it around Tony’s waist. Before bringing his right up, to slowly and gently card his fingers through Tony’s thick locks. “I’m sure if you’d waited another minute or two, you’d have passed out again,” he murmurs, dropping his head to press a kiss to the nearest part of Tony he could reach. 

“No,” he argues, snuggling further into Steve’s bulk. “Can’t sleep without you anymore. Too cold.”

Grinning, Steve closes his eyes, breathing Tony’s scent — motor oil, dried sweat and just the barest hint of a mix of vanilla and orange — and lets his eyes flutter close. 

They stay like that, wrapped up in one another for a long moment, before Steve lets his eyes open once again, head tilting back slowly so as to not jostle Tony — who’s now softly snoring in his arms —  and goes back to quietly watching the morning come. 

He knows this won’t last, knows mornings like these are few and far between one another, so he lets himself bask in the warm, soft feeling for now.