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It must be Tuesday. This week that means that Steve and Tony are hiking through the Savage Land, getting progressively sweatier. Tony is walking backwards in front of Steve, undeterred by the uneven path, an complaining extravagantly.
“Let’s just go see if we can find the plane wreckage, Tony. It can’t be farther than over that ridge, Tony. Okay, Tony, maybe not this ridge, but the next one. No, there won’t be a Tyrannosaurus Rex, Tony,” Tony says, jabbing Steve occasionally in the chest with a metal forefinger for emphasis.
“I didn’t expect you to believe me when I said there would be a Neolithic coffee hut on the other side of that creek.”
Tony makes to poke Steve in the star again but Steve grabs his hand before he can. Tony immediately tries with the other hand, so Steve nabs that one as well. Tony struggles half-heartedly, not actually engaging the armor’s strength to shake Steve off. Steve laughs and spins Tony around, hooking an arm around his golden waist and hoisting him over a tree root.
They stare at each other, a little breathless.
“I still feel manipulated,” Tony says, and disentangles himself.
Steve pats him twice on the shoulder — good, that’s a good normal friends-and-teammates gesture — and tries to stifle his grin. This is serious, actually, despite Tony whining to minimize the situation.
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Date: 2020-01-19 03:50 pm (UTC)Here's a teaser and a coupon redeemable for one free Savage Land Steve/Tony h/c fic completed asap!
It must be Tuesday. This week that means that Steve and Tony are hiking through the Savage Land, getting progressively sweatier. Tony is walking backwards in front of Steve, undeterred by the uneven path, an complaining extravagantly.
“Let’s just go see if we can find the plane wreckage, Tony. It can’t be farther than over that ridge, Tony. Okay, Tony, maybe not this ridge, but the next one. No, there won’t be a Tyrannosaurus Rex, Tony,” Tony says, jabbing Steve occasionally in the chest with a metal forefinger for emphasis.
“I didn’t expect you to believe me when I said there would be a Neolithic coffee hut on the other side of that creek.”
Tony makes to poke Steve in the star again but Steve grabs his hand before he can. Tony immediately tries with the other hand, so Steve nabs that one as well. Tony struggles half-heartedly, not actually engaging the armor’s strength to shake Steve off. Steve laughs and spins Tony around, hooking an arm around his golden waist and hoisting him over a tree root.
They stare at each other, a little breathless.
“I still feel manipulated,” Tony says, and disentangles himself.
Steve pats him twice on the shoulder — good, that’s a good normal friends-and-teammates gesture — and tries to stifle his grin. This is serious, actually, despite Tony whining to minimize the situation.
“Sorry about the big lizard,” Steve says.