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Snitches Get Stitches

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WEDNESDAY, FEBRUARY 7th

“Tony, just hang in there, Sweetheart. Please stay awake for me, just a little while longer. TONY!”

Despite the heaviness of his eyelids, Tony stared up at Steve’s worried expression and at the anguish and concern marring his face. He could see the stars slowly passing over their heads as he was jostled as gently as the super soldier could manage while executing a bridal carry as Steve ran full speed toward the waiting QuinJet. Tony was only vaguely aware of his surroundings and his body as he came down from the adrenaline high; the burning in his side and tightness in his chest were minor annoyances as he gazed at Steve. Confusion clouded his mind and his heart pounded against his rib cage in a way reminiscent of arc reactor failure as his left arm flapped against Steve’s side and his right arm hung in front of him. He could hear Steve continue calling out assurances to him between pants as he ran.

“I need Bruce, now! Something’s wrong,” Steve said into the air, alternating between watching as he ran and glancing down at the limp body in his arms.

As they made their way into the QuinJet, Tony felt more than saw as Steve laid him down on the small medical bed. Everything was blurry as tears formed of their own accord in the chocolate eyes that once had such sparkle. He could barely make out Steve as he saw him move his left hand to his ear and speak again, whatever was said into the comms lost to his comprehension. His body felt heavy and beaten, but his head felt floaty. He was so, so tired and he wanted more than anything to succumb to the darkness that was starting to creep into the edges of his vision.

So tired…

 

“May I have this dance?”

Wise men say
Only fools rush in

That smile- that billion dollar, mega-watt smile that Steve seemed to save only for him turned on in an instant as his love heard the beginning bars of Elvis Presley begin to croon from their bedroom speakers. Tony couldn’t miss the sparkle of surprise in Steve’s eyes as Tony stood up from his seated position next to him on the bed, song lists scattered on the bedspread, and held out his hand.

“You were expecting Black Sabbath as the song for our first dance as husband and husband?”

“I honestly wasn’t sure what to expect when you called me excitedly and said you’d found the ‘perfect song.’”

 

“What happened!?”

“He collapsed, he’s not responding…”

 

Shall I stay?

Steve moved to the other side of the bed and stood with the grace befitting a scientifically enhanced weapon of mass seduction, and slowly made his way over to his fiancé.

Would it be a sin
If I can’t help falling in love with you?

Tony had a mischievous glint in his eye as he said, “the Black Sabbath/Francis Scott Key mash-up is for when we dramatically enter the reception.”

 

“Steve, call the others back, we need to get him to a hospital, ASAP. I don’t have everything here that I need…”

 

Like a river flows
Surely to the sea

“I’d expect nothing less,” and a smirk. That smirk will be the death of him.

Darling so it goes
Some things are meant to be

 

“...cardiac arrest…”

“… en route…”

“ETA?”

“9 minutes…”

 

Take my hand
Take my whole life too

As one calloused mechanic’s hand slid smoothly into the larger, calloused soldier’s hand, the world melted away ‘til only two remained. The soft glow of the late morning sun shone like a spot light on them as Tony slowly moved into an enveloping embrace of warmth and love that in all his years he never thought he’d ever have for himself. The room muted gold, as flecks of dust floated in the light. He looked to where his right hand was held gently in Steve’s left, at the vibranium ring that held pieces of the shrapnel pulled from his heart just a few years ago and the blue diamonds that matched the color and vibrancy of his retired, life-saving arc reactor, glinting as they slowly swayed to the music.

The ring…

For I can’t help falling in love with you

 

“We don’t have 9 minutes…”

“... fly faster Clint...”

 

Like a river flows
Surely to the sea

The ring, on the floor.

Darling so it goes
Some things are meant to be

My heart. Oh, God, it hurts. Can’t breathe… Steve… please…

 

“Tony, can you hear me? Tony, if you can hear me, squeeze my hand…”

 

Take my hand
Take my whole life too

 

“… called ahead, they’re expecting us…”

“… flat-lining…”

 

Steve. It hurts. Please… Can’t breathe…

 

“We’re losing him…”

“Tony, please, oh God, please… I’m so sorry. I’m so so sorry, Sweetheart. Please, stay with me…”

 

Steve…

For I can’t help falling in love with you
For I can’t help falling in love with you