Avengers: Dummy the Matchmaker, Part 10
Title: Dummy the Matchmaker, Part 10
Fandom: Avengers, Iron Man (movie-verse)
Rating: T
Summary: Iron Man was hit in battle but didn't seem to retain any damage.
Notes: Written for iu_fanfiction WC # 44: Kink Bingo | Prompt: rough | future!Steve/Tony
The next week saw the team facing a particularly vicious attempt by Loki to defeat the Avengers and take over once more. Unfortunately, Iron Man was struck down in the process of getting a couple of civilians into safety. But he assured the rest of the team through their link that he was fine-the armor protected him after all. And they took his word for it since his voice was steady and, from where they were, they could see that the suit wasn’t much damaged beyond a small dent on an arm.
So, Steve was puzzled when, hours later in Tony’s workshop, Dummy put a first aid kit in his lap and poked his chest.
“Why are you giving me this, Dummy?” he asked, setting aside his sketchbook to give the robot his full attention. He glanced at where Tony was, immersed in repairing minor damages to his armor. “Is Tony hurt?”
When Dummy made a nodding motion and pointed at the kit, worry flooded Steve.
He stood up and made his way towards Tony with the box in his hand. When he was close enough, he called, “Tony?”
“Yes, Steve?” the genius replied without looking up from his work.
“Are you hurt?”
That got Tony’s attention, making him turn towards the blonde with furrowed eyebrows. “What?”
“Are you injured anywhere from earlier?” Steve asked, his blue eyes scanning his figure.
“Whatever gave you that idea-” He stopped then glared at something behind Steve-which he assumed to be Dummy. “What been telling Steve, Dummy? Didn’t I say not to bother him when he’s drawing? Do you seriously want me to donate you for dissection?”
It was then that Steve noticed that Tony’s sleeve-covered right arm seemed to be a bit bulkier than his left. That was about the place where the dent on the armor was-and the dent was probably more than it appeared to be.
Steve schooled his expression into a scolding one. “Tony, haven’t we agreed that no one’s supposed to hide any injuries?”
“I’m not hiding anything,” Tony argued stubbornly, turning his glare towards the super soldier. “Do I look injured to you?”
The captain narrowed his eyes. “What’s that on your right arm then?” Before Tony could make an attempt to hide it, Steve grabbed his wrist, eliciting a small grimace from the other male. As gently as he could, Steve pushed up the long, black sleeve, exposing a red-dotted, messily applied bandage on Tony’s forearm. He looked back up at Tony, disappointment evident. However, the man was resolutely looking away. Steve sighed.
“Tony, this is a serious matter,” he said with exasperation. “Hiding your injuries isn’t responsible of you. What if it ends up getting infected?”
“I’m not stupid.” Tony would deny it but Steve was positive he was wearing a pout.
“I’m not saying that you are,” the blonde patiently returned. “I’m just saying that you could spare yourself the pain and the risk of it getting any worse. You know that I-we worry about you,” he corrected himself hastily. “We don’t want our friend getting hurt.”
Tony was silent for a moment before sagging in defeat. Still not looking at Steve, he grumbled, “Just fix the bandage so I can get back to work.”
It wasn’t much, but, considering Tony was actually accepting his help, Steve considered it as a win.
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To be continued.