“Steve, this blanket is gonna give me hives.”
At the sound of his voice, Steve tore his eyes away from where the sun was just coming up over the buildings across the horizon, bathing the world in a golden, pinkish glow. He looked down at Tony, who was draped across Steve’s chest with one arm slung over his torso, clinging to him. From this angle, Steve could see clearly the way Tony’s eyelashes framed his eyes perfectly.
“You’re such a drama queen,” Steve informed him, but the accusation lacked heat, due to the fact that he punctuated the statement by kissing Tony’s forehead. “Want me to wrap you up in my jacket?”
Tony wrinkled his nose. Steve laughed.
“You sure?” Steve continued, bumping his forehead against Tony’s. “I could make you into a leather clad Tony burrito.”
“You’re such a dork,” Tony accused. He buried his face into Steve’s neck, snuggling closer. Steve’s chest warmed a bit when he did that, and his arms tightened where they were wrapped around Tony. “I’m gonna tell everyone that Steve Rogers is actually a complete dork. It’ll ruin your bad boy rep.”
“You wouldn’t dare,” Steve countered, faux offended. “No one will believe you.”
Tony breathed out a soft laugh. “I can be very persuasive. Also, leather isn’t comfy, Steve.”
Steve snorted. “I’ll remember that the next time you hint that you want to wear it whenever we go out.”
“Shh,” Tony grumbled, the sound buzzing pleasantly against Steve’s neck. “You’re not supposed to know that.”
Steve smiled, bent over and pressed a kiss to the top of Tony’s head. “Okay. I didn’t say a word.”
“Good,” Tony murmured.
They sat there in silence for a few moments, sitting there and enjoying the sun cresting the horizon, the moments of peace they had to themselves. Then, Tony shifted, tightened his hold around Steve, and spoke in a soft, painfully honest voice.
“Wish I could stay here with you,” he said, his voice barely over a whisper. “Don’t wanna go back.”
Steve’s heart broke a little bit as he hugged Tony closer. “Me neither.”