(Commissioned this beautiful piece from the lovely @mirthandstar and it turned out fantastic so I wrote a thing.)
Inhale.
Steve revels in a single, solitary, sun soaked minute. His grip on Tony’s hand is firm, tanned fingers tangled with his as they sway to music only they can hear. Notes swirling in the air conditioning as Steve hums softly.
Tony’s hair smells like coconut shampoo and motor oil, as Steve tilts his head down to press a kiss to his chocolate curls. Tony leans back to grin at him, smile lazy as he curls against Steve like a flower seeking warmth.
They kiss, a sweet exchange of smiles.
Exhale.
Loving him is as easy as breathing
“One day we fell in love, Now we wonder What we were dreamin’ of…” (x)
So obviously I’m still angsting about Endgame - totally called it, but still. This was me looking for an excuse to draw a moment where a Steve out of time knows what he’s going to lose (knowing what he has lost), to which @starksnack added their sunshine to. Bless <3
