Steve lets out an exasperated huff. “It’s just, I can’t shave.” It’s such a small thing to be upset about, and yet here he is, fighting the urge to tear his bandages just to look clean-shaven again.
One glance at Tony shows that he’s surprised by Steve’s admission, eyes now fixed on the days-old scruff covering the bottom half of Steve’s face.
(In which Tony helps Steve with shaving, and the close proximity leads to so much more than either of them anticipated.)
Post EG handwavy fix-it future fic, pining Steve and getting together
Summary:
Steve lets out an exasperated huff. “It’s just, I can’t shave.” It’s such a small thing to be upset about, and yet here he is, fighting the urge to tear his bandages just to look clean-shaven again.
One glance at Tony shows that he’s surprised by Steve’s admission, eyes now fixed on the days-old scruff covering the bottom half of Steve’s face.
(In which Tony helps Steve with shaving, and the close proximity leads to so much more than either of them anticipated.)