Tony Stark

❝𝑮𝒊𝒗𝒆 𝒎𝒆 𝒂 𝒔𝒄𝒐𝒕𝒄𝒉. 𝑰'𝒎 𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒓𝒗𝒊𝒏𝒈.❞ >>> Literate. >>> Descriptive as you. >>> A work in progress >>> 21+ >>> Triggering >>> Bisexual (No lean) >>> Ships with chemistry >>> ↺ & ♡

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" Go away and let me sleep Rodgers." Tony also rolls his eyes, knowing full well that sleep isn't even on his mind.

" I haven't even done anything! I'm just having a nice quiet drink." Lifts his glass up with a light smirk.

Takes the drink from him, taking a small sip instead of downing it in one gulp like he would usually do. "Go to bed Steve. Relax."

" But today is not that day." Tony remarks, sitting himself up in his bed, head resting against the headboard.

Happy Easter.

" Ooooh you called me Anthony. You really are serious. Now go and fetch me my much needed drink!"

" Whatever you say daaaaaad. " Pft, ad if Tony tskes Steve seriously.

" So, why not bring me the bottle that way I won't have to move."

Now that is true. K owing Tony he would go down to his favourite place. "How about a scotch instead?" He asks, rolling over on his large comfortable bed, kicking off his shoes.

" Woah, Steve, you know I can walk." Tony grumbles but for a change he isn't putting up much of a fight.

" Ever considered I'm extremely tired?" As per usual Tony is sleep deprived, having not slept for a little over three days. So yeah, he's a tad snappy.

" See that's much better. No one, me, has to look at your junk just flapping around out in the open." Shudders. "Thanks for the nightmares, Steve."

" You know I dont thi I like that anymore Steve. Jeez, at least put some fucking shorts on." Cue Tony rolling his eyes at him.

" I don't care how comfortable you are, some of us don't wanna see your naked ass body, Rodgers."

Can't you put some damn clothes on?

// Completely forgot this account existed.

" There we go. Welcome to the party." Tony grins happily. At least now he doesn't feel too bad about drinking .