» AVENGERS FIC: routine (g)
.routine
tony never thought he would break his routine for anyone, before steve.
Tony has fallen into patterns with Steve, patterns that scare him more than they should, because the only routine Tony’s used to is the set one he’s had since he was fourteen: coffee, mechanics, more coffee, eats a slice of what seems to be rotting pizza; digests it anyway, somewhere around three p.m. he breaks out the booze, and then he goes back to his plans and sketches and talks to JARVIS-JARVIS didn’t come around until later, but the sentiment is still there-about possibly creating a new blueprint for that outhouse he’s always wanted. And then he might possibly sleep for a few hours before starting it over again.
This is not the routine him and Steve have fallen into recently.
“You work too much,” Steve tells him one day, offhandedly, running his fingers through Tony’s thick brown locks that always end up tangled after a long day of working in the basement. The thick scent of motor oil is coming off of him quite strongly, but it still doesn’t stop Steve from pressing his lips to the nape of Tony’s neck, sucking a mark that his hair will hide.
Steve says he works too much so Tony starts working less, starts spending time out with the team, and finds, remarkably, that they’re not as bad as a group like he initially thought.
Now instead of spending anywhere upwards of twenty hours a day in his workshop, working mindless blueprints and new upgrades for his Iron Man suit (upgrades that he doesn’t actually need), Tony might spend a couple here or there, sometimes he rarely goes in at all.
Tony has fallen into this routine with Steve, where Steve sets him on the path that many people have tried to set him on before, but have mostly failed. He sends him on the path to normalcy, and somehow, Tony can’t find it in him to complain.
Tony has fallen into a set of patterns with Steve, and when he lies awake, pressed into Steve’s side with his head pressed into the crook of his neck, Tony can’t bring himself to mind.
tony never thought he would break his routine for anyone, before steve.
Tony has fallen into patterns with Steve, patterns that scare him more than they should, because the only routine Tony’s used to is the set one he’s had since he was fourteen: coffee, mechanics, more coffee, eats a slice of what seems to be rotting pizza; digests it anyway, somewhere around three p.m. he breaks out the booze, and then he goes back to his plans and sketches and talks to JARVIS-JARVIS didn’t come around until later, but the sentiment is still there-about possibly creating a new blueprint for that outhouse he’s always wanted. And then he might possibly sleep for a few hours before starting it over again.
This is not the routine him and Steve have fallen into recently.
“You work too much,” Steve tells him one day, offhandedly, running his fingers through Tony’s thick brown locks that always end up tangled after a long day of working in the basement. The thick scent of motor oil is coming off of him quite strongly, but it still doesn’t stop Steve from pressing his lips to the nape of Tony’s neck, sucking a mark that his hair will hide.
Steve says he works too much so Tony starts working less, starts spending time out with the team, and finds, remarkably, that they’re not as bad as a group like he initially thought.
Now instead of spending anywhere upwards of twenty hours a day in his workshop, working mindless blueprints and new upgrades for his Iron Man suit (upgrades that he doesn’t actually need), Tony might spend a couple here or there, sometimes he rarely goes in at all.
Tony has fallen into this routine with Steve, where Steve sets him on the path that many people have tried to set him on before, but have mostly failed. He sends him on the path to normalcy, and somehow, Tony can’t find it in him to complain.
Tony has fallen into a set of patterns with Steve, and when he lies awake, pressed into Steve’s side with his head pressed into the crook of his neck, Tony can’t bring himself to mind.