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SNOW DRABBLE: Shoveling and Falling (Marvel)
Title: Shoveling and Falling
Author: tarotgal
Fandom: Marvel CMU
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: Not mine! SO not mine! I make no money from this!
Summary: When Tony collapses, Steve blames himself.
Notes: Written as a snow drabble on January 25, 2016
“Steve, just let it go. You couldn’t have known.”
He raises his head from his hands and there’s grief and guilt across his face. He folds his hands and lays them on the wooden kitchen table, not knowing what else to do with them. “He told me.”
Clint turns his chair around and sits backwards in it, crossing his arms across the top. “Yeah, but he’s Tony, so how were you to know—“
“He said he didn’t want to be out in the snow shoveling because he was feeling sick, and I just laughed at him and told him it was a nice try.” Steve bends forward, burying his face against his lower arms. “And then he went and collapsed in the snow.”
“Tony’s all right,” Bruce announces, coming in and immediately making for the kitchen sink to wash his hands. “Or he will be.” He speaks up over the rush of water from the tap. “He’s got one heck of a head cold there. Monster of a fever, and he was dehydrated from the shoveling and the battle earlier, obviously.”
“Some safe house this turned out to be,” Steve grumbles.
“But it really is only a cold. His lungs sound fine and the snow cushioned his fall. He probably won’t even have a bruise.” Bruce turns off the water then turns and leans against the cabinets. “He’s awake if you want to see him.” Then, before Steve can beat himself up about it anymore, “Because he’s asking to see you.”
Without a word, Steve rises to his feet and heads in the direction of the bedroom. The mission would have to be called off, obviously. But perhaps there was more than that at stake. There was the Avengers; a captain who didn’t even listen to his team was no captain at all. There was friendship as well; Steve hoped he had not lost Tony’s trust for good. And there was… well…
“Hatchuhh! hahShuhh! Hah-hah-Shuhhhh!”
“Tony?” The door is cracked open, so all Steve has to do was to ease the door all the way. “Can I come in?”
Tony is uncharacteristically quiet. Then the sound of nose blowing fills the silence. Steve takes it as an invitation. Tony’s tucked up in bed with a tissue box and two pillows under his head. He looks… well, he looks better than he did lying in the snow.
“Hey,” Steve says from the doorway.
Tony rubs his nose and looks up at Steve with all seriousness. “I have an important question.”
Steve takes a deep breath. “All right.” He feels as ready as he can.
“Did you guys finish the shoveling?” And he grins. It is the grin that warms and calms Steve the way Clint’s and Bruce’s reassurances had not.
He takes a seat at the end of the bed and pats Tony’s legs through the blankets. “Clint finished. I carried you inside. Bruce looked you over. And…”
“And you sat outside the room brooding and worrying about me?” He grins again. “I’m fine, Cap.”
“That’s what Bruce said. But…”
Tony rolls from his back to his side. “But you know what it’s like to fall into the snow and ice. So you won’t believe it until you get into bed with your arm around me and keep me from falling again?”
Steve wastes no time in crawling in. He spoons Tony, linking a leg over and wrapping an arm around him. “I… Steve… hahhhShuhh! Hah-hahShuhhhh!” The bed shakes, but Steve holds tight. He blesses Tony. He kisses Tony. And he settles in for the night with Tony.
Author: tarotgal
Fandom: Marvel CMU
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: Not mine! SO not mine! I make no money from this!
Summary: When Tony collapses, Steve blames himself.
Notes: Written as a snow drabble on January 25, 2016
“Steve, just let it go. You couldn’t have known.”
He raises his head from his hands and there’s grief and guilt across his face. He folds his hands and lays them on the wooden kitchen table, not knowing what else to do with them. “He told me.”
Clint turns his chair around and sits backwards in it, crossing his arms across the top. “Yeah, but he’s Tony, so how were you to know—“
“He said he didn’t want to be out in the snow shoveling because he was feeling sick, and I just laughed at him and told him it was a nice try.” Steve bends forward, burying his face against his lower arms. “And then he went and collapsed in the snow.”
“Tony’s all right,” Bruce announces, coming in and immediately making for the kitchen sink to wash his hands. “Or he will be.” He speaks up over the rush of water from the tap. “He’s got one heck of a head cold there. Monster of a fever, and he was dehydrated from the shoveling and the battle earlier, obviously.”
“Some safe house this turned out to be,” Steve grumbles.
“But it really is only a cold. His lungs sound fine and the snow cushioned his fall. He probably won’t even have a bruise.” Bruce turns off the water then turns and leans against the cabinets. “He’s awake if you want to see him.” Then, before Steve can beat himself up about it anymore, “Because he’s asking to see you.”
Without a word, Steve rises to his feet and heads in the direction of the bedroom. The mission would have to be called off, obviously. But perhaps there was more than that at stake. There was the Avengers; a captain who didn’t even listen to his team was no captain at all. There was friendship as well; Steve hoped he had not lost Tony’s trust for good. And there was… well…
“Hatchuhh! hahShuhh! Hah-hah-Shuhhhh!”
“Tony?” The door is cracked open, so all Steve has to do was to ease the door all the way. “Can I come in?”
Tony is uncharacteristically quiet. Then the sound of nose blowing fills the silence. Steve takes it as an invitation. Tony’s tucked up in bed with a tissue box and two pillows under his head. He looks… well, he looks better than he did lying in the snow.
“Hey,” Steve says from the doorway.
Tony rubs his nose and looks up at Steve with all seriousness. “I have an important question.”
Steve takes a deep breath. “All right.” He feels as ready as he can.
“Did you guys finish the shoveling?” And he grins. It is the grin that warms and calms Steve the way Clint’s and Bruce’s reassurances had not.
He takes a seat at the end of the bed and pats Tony’s legs through the blankets. “Clint finished. I carried you inside. Bruce looked you over. And…”
“And you sat outside the room brooding and worrying about me?” He grins again. “I’m fine, Cap.”
“That’s what Bruce said. But…”
Tony rolls from his back to his side. “But you know what it’s like to fall into the snow and ice. So you won’t believe it until you get into bed with your arm around me and keep me from falling again?”
Steve wastes no time in crawling in. He spoons Tony, linking a leg over and wrapping an arm around him. “I… Steve… hahhhShuhh! Hah-hahShuhhhh!” The bed shakes, but Steve holds tight. He blesses Tony. He kisses Tony. And he settles in for the night with Tony.