eddie diaz is a chronic piner, pass it on
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(idk what this is but it’s KIND OF born out of that ask i sent @elcorhamletlive and i couldn’t stop thinking about it and hey! a fic!)
“Can I hold your hand?”
Tony blinks up at the ceiling for a long while before he finally processes that Steve spoke.
“What?” he rasps out, throat dry. His body aches. He can’t really move, still.
“Can I- I just, wanted to ask. If I could hold you?” Steve is talking. Steve is beside him talking with that low, silky voice of his. He also sounds like his throat is dry. Tony tries to look at Steve but his head won’t cooperate with his brain, so he has to strain his eyes really hard to be able to catch a blurry glimpse of Steve from his peripherals.
Steve looks pink. Tony melts a little more, which he didn’t think was possible at this point. Steve looks really, really good when he blushes. All blotchy and red.
“Your hand, I mean.” Steve says, licking his lips, stopping to worry his bottom lip between his teeth.
deleting my dating apps because i want to meet someone the old fashioned way (he uses his super speed and strength to save me from a van that is spiraling out of control)
