Stark Industries, Sunday Afternoon

[imafuturist]

Tony had woken up this morning after some strange, barely remembered nightmares that left him with a sense of dread even without the memories of why. So, he did the only sane thing and went down to the lab to work.

And plan for any conceivable thing that could cause him to feel that way.

And also check in on everyone back home to make sure they were okay. Both completely normal reactions to dreams, right? Right!

[OPEN. I SAW THE MOVIE AND OH MY GOD]

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[heroic_jawline]

Steve came back from his weekly rock climbing like a totally well-adjusted person and paused in the doorway, watching for a bit. "You okay, Tony?" he finally asked.

[imafuturist]

"Yeah," Tony said distantly, flicking through holograms of different plans for any sort of future that could happen to make changes.

[heroic_jawline]

"You seem kinda distracted," Steve offered. "I can come back later?"

[imafuturist]

"What?" He blinked, moving his hands to dismiss the holograms as he finally seemed to really notice Steve. "When did you get back?"

[heroic_jawline]

"About fifteen minutes ago?" Steve said with a fond smile. "You were really into whatever you were working on."

[imafuturist]

"Sorry," Tony said, glancing back at the computers before shaking his head. "Just trying to get my head on straight."

[heroic_jawline]

Steve came in and carefully put his arms around Tony's waist. "What's going on in your head right now?" he murmured.

[imafuturist]

"Bad dreams." He laughed at himself a little bitterly like he was inviting Steve to do the same as he leaned into him.

[heroic_jawline]

Steve tightened his grip instead, and didn't laugh. "What kind of bad dreams?"

[imafuturist]

"I honestly can't even remember," he admitted, resting his chin on Steve's shoulder. Because it was there and broad and perfect for that. "Just the feeling from it. You know those kind?"

[heroic_jawline]

Steve nodded. "Where you wake up scared but don't konw why?" He kissed the top of Tony's head. "So what'd you make to chase the monsters away?"

[imafuturist]

"Got some nano-tech plans made." Tony, no. "Could technically store the suit in my bones if I tweaked Extremis for it."

TONY SERIOUSLY NO.

[heroic_jawline]

Steve hissed in a little breath. "Sounds kinda painful."

TONY NO.

[imafuturist]

"It'd be a good plan." But he made bad plans in order to keep everyone else safe.

[heroic_jawline]

"I don't think it's a good plan," Steve said, clenching his jaw stubbornly righteously.

[imafuturist]

"Made a few other plans." A few dozen more.

[heroic_jawline]

"Any of the others involve potentially painful surgeries on someone I love?" Steve asked.

[imafuturist]

"...does 30% work for you?" Seriously, no.

[heroic_jawline]

"No," Steve said, holding Tony more protectively against him.

[imafuturist]

Which was nice even if Tony was bad at accepting it.

"Even worst case scenario?"

[heroic_jawline]

"Losing you is my worst case scenario," Steve said, baldly honest.

[imafuturist]

"Same," Tony replied in a quiet little voice, clutching at him as the feeling of that dream came back to him.

[heroic_jawline]

"I'm right here," Steve said, engulfing Tony as much as he could. "We're okay."

[imafuturist]

"Yeah," he agreed, fingers digging into the fabric of Steve's shirt. "Yeah."

Tony sniffed, forcing back whatever weird emotions that stupid dream had brought about, laughing at himself again in that same semi-hysterical way. "God, I'm being stupid, huh?"

[heroic_jawline]

"Not at all," Steve said. "Have you called Rhodey or Jan or Carol to check in?"