*slithers on keyboard*

Exploring the library

Tony has an alert for when Steve looks like he could use a hug.

"Sir," JARVIS calls, "the Capsicle's melting."

Well, that's his sign to leave everything and go. ASAP.

"Location, J?"

"Penthouse."

Pause. Then, "Relocated to the bedroom, sir."

"Got it," Tony taps, over his reactor. One, two, three. A beat to rest and another rhythmic three.

Four of that later, the elevator door opens and he lurches out before he stops.

He must not know, he reminds himself. He must not suspect.

A part of him - the rational one - knows that Steve has probably at least suspected by now, but the rest of him is glad to stay in denial. At least until Steve himself brings it up (which is looking like never so -).

He's calm when he reaches their bedroom. His footsteps are deliberately calculated and Tony can sweat over how bad he is at playing dumb because the corner Steve's mouth is twitching. But he doesn't.

Instead, he marches towards the bed where Steve's sat on with deliberate obtuseness and takes a seat.

Then he flings his legs over the mattress with a heavy sigh and a little grunt and a heavier sigh as he props himself against the headboard, pillow behind his back and he says with careful nonchalance;

"Hey honey, would you mind being an extra weight for my legs for a while. They're feeling oddly floaty."

This time, Steve definitely bites back a smile. Swallows it down and he clears his throat, "Are they now?"

"Yes," Tony huffs, rolling his eyes as he brings up a holographic projection of his paused work from the shop. "Chop, chop, before they float away."

"We can't let that happen," Steve says seriously.

"Abaolutely not," Tony concedes, pursing his lips to keep away a smirk as he hears the sheets rustle.

The bed dips and Steve shuffles closer until he's draped over Tony's legs; head on the lap, face mushed up to Tony's hip and nose brushing the bare skin where he'd rumpled up Tony's shirt.

Tony gives him the standard thirty seconds warning before he buries his fingers in soft golden hair.

Steve sinks into it like a deflated balloon. All of his tension bleeding out and knots coming undone as he breathes out a low sigh.

Tony settles in; project pulled out and he gets back to work. One hand consistently playing with Steve's hair and sometimes, while JARVIS is running a calculation or testing a scheme, he'd try to knead those knots out of Steve's shoulders and back.

Sometime later, when the Sun has gone down and he'd thrown two schematics into the trash can, Steve peeks out from his temporary hide out with squinty eyes, creased cheeks and hair standing at odd ends and says, "I know what you doing."

Tony saves his work, shuts it down and asks, "Do you want me to stop?"

Steve looks at him and smiles, sweet and sleepy and he shakes his head, hugs Tony by his hips and buries his nose back into his hiding place and he mumbles something along the line of, "I just want you to know that I love you."

Love this sequence. The bats soft hard side lol

happy national tooth fairy day!

Bit of a throw back to OG Rett and Link lol

What do you mean I've had to much coffee?

Watch my helm!!

Best. Crown. Ever.

Well alright. Someone is a Simba wanna-be. Lol

This is the best ship EVER! hahah, the most hilarious one too… but it is quite sad too…. Anyways do we have any Drapple shippers here? Anyone?

DRAPPLE

That apple though....so sexy.