( a happy sigh is emitted at the comfort of steve's arms around him. )

got a lot of my mind, it just won't stop. nothing new, really.

( tensing a little at first, as he doesn't expect it, but then relaxing back into it with a small smile. )

hey stranger.

it comes with our line of work. i worry about you too, but we can't let it consume us, right?

( he pulls steve close, or rather, himself closer almost in sync, sensing it's what steve might need. )

besides, you're not getting rid of me that easily, rogers.

we both know it'll take you all the way and back, sugarplum.

flattery will get you far here, captain. 😏

i don't blame you for feeling that way, after all you've lost.

( he hesitates then adds. )

if you're worried about me dying, all you have to do is look at my track record. i'll always come back.

( an attempt at humor, but also not a lie. )

( tony nods, silent for a beat, thumb caressing his cheek. )

you know you're not alone right? I'm here for you. with you. i want to help.

↩️

( his hand gives steve's a squeeze, the worry doesn't leave his eyes though. his free hand is reaching up, calloused fingers cupping his chin and lifting it, wanting steve to look at him. )

talk to me.