#stevetony angst

[ironshieldchild]

the way they look at each other...

it breaks my fucking heart

[thahiree]

Whenever Tony gets a concussion, he tends to lose track of “when” more then anything. It’s almost amnesia but if you press him he’ll remember “future” events, but he’ll act like he’s existing in a different time period until his head clears up.

It would kinda funny if it wasn’t so concerning what with the brain trauma but now the team know both how to deal with it (go along with it once they confirm it’s not actual magic amnesia or something) and know it’s a way to spot a Tony concussion and now he has to go one concussion protocols (cuz no matter how good the suit helmet is, boy gets thrown around a LOT)

Cue angsty version of this happening when a post CACW pre EG Tony gets his head hit and he’s all buddy buddy with Steve like it’s 2014, who now has to “go with it” but also walk the line of not acting SO familiar and buddy buddy that “present” healed from his head wound Tony won’t feel taken advantage of after.

And it keeps happening.

Also even angsty-er, post reconciled Tony getting hit and mentally going back 2016-2024 Tony while Steve is like, living in his house in the present and is all, “I should goooooo please call me when he gets back to normal?” Except maybe healed Tony would feel so abandoned Steve bailed he thought they were friends again…

This is such a good scenario 😲 inspired me to write a little drabble 🙈

"I wasn't going to say it, but man, you look old. Fury's really been putting you through your paces in DC, huh?" Tony asks, slouching on the couch. So far, no one's managed to get him to bed. It's just him and Steve now in the quiet of the shared common room. Steve has no idea where everyone else is, no idea what he's doing here. He's the last person Tony would want around, if he were in his right mind. 

Tony squints at him. Steve has no idea what he's looking for. Or at. Steve's wrinkles, probably. Steve feels like he's aged fifty years in the past year alone. He sighs, folding his arms over his chest. The Tony it's 2022 is on the tip of his tongue, but something's holding him back from saying it. Fury. DC. Tony's thinking, he's thinking it's 2014 then, which. That was a good year. That was before Ultron, that was before—

"Tony," Steve says tiredly, "would you please go to bed. You've hit your head pretty hard."

"Only if you're joining me," Tony replies, with a wink.

Steve has to bite his lip not to let out the ugly sob he can feel crawling up his throat. It's been years since Tony looked at him with anything remotely like—interest. Although Steve knows better than to assume Tony's flirting ever meant anything.

Tony rolls his eyes after a moment, stretching. "It was just a joke, Steve, jeez. Losen up." 

He's up and gone before Steve has a chance to reply.

[chrisevansmentee]

I think i love you but what am I so afraid of.

Steve x Tony stark fanfic.

My first fanfic.

As they walked the path that led to his doorstep, a sudden realisation hit him, so hard he turned to Nat and blurted...

"I think I'm in love with him"

Natasha who was set to knock on the door, froze.

"With who?"

A blush crept up his cheeks and he ducked his head

"You know who"

She scoffed "I wouldn't be asking if I knew"

He took a deep breath "Tony" he exhaled.

"Someone's finally using their words"

"Please wait" he said "come sit with me"

She rolled her eyes but obliged anyway.

"I've never felt anything like this before"

"Maybe it's just hunger"

He glared at her and she snickered.

"I think I'm in love with- I can't believe I'm saying this, I'm in love with Tony Stark"

Natasha clapped him on the shoulder

"Thank goodness you've come to terms with it, now go in there and tell him"

"It's not that easy"

"You really don't know?"

He furrowed his brows in question.

"Jesus Christ! The two of you are just idiots, he likes you, he flirts with you, what other confirmation do you need?"

" He hates me"

"Where's this coming from?"

"Last month at his birthday party, I was watching him and suddenly mr Stark comes, drags me to the balcony, and threatens me to stay away from his son" Steve paused to wipe tears from his eyes.

Nat hugged him "I'm sorry" she said quietly.

"He said, my mother and I were poor and I was a- he called me bad names, homophobic names at that, he said his son wasn't into men and that if I came any closer to his son, I'd lose everything including my scholarship"

Natasha couldn't hide her disgust.

"He's an asshole, Tony tells me, one time he hit him because he wrote the wrong formula in his assignment, Tony didn't come to school that whole week, he bunked at mine... It's probably wrong to say this and Tony might be mourning him but thank God he's dead"

Steve sighed "what good is it?"

"Tony is free, he still has his momma and he's got us and you especially and you don't get to worry about your scholarship so stand up, get in there, help your mourning crush, tell him your feelings and " she shrugged "I dunno - kiss? Whatever"

She walked to his door and knocked thrice before Steve had the opportunity to protest.

The door swung open to reveal a very tired looking Tony (that's something you don't see everyday) this Tony had eye bags and a tired looks, this Tony was sad and Steve wished he could take it all away. Also this Tony was fixing Steve with a cold stare.

"What is he doing here?"

"Relax, he brought all your assignments for you, pep couldn't make it, Rhodey's grandma is sick, he seemed like the only option available"

With his eyes still on Steve he said "but I told you what he did"

"He's here to apologise, now are you gonna let us in or what?"

He sighed and opened the door wider for them to enter.

He walked away immediately Steve entered.

Steve wasn't gonna cry, he was a big boy, though he would have burst into tears if Nat glanced at him.

When Steve got into the sitting room, Nat was nowhere to be found, it was just him and Tony and the awkward silence.

"Here" he pushed the books in Tony's direction.

Tony pointed to the table.

"Yeah sorry"

Tony didn't like being handed things.

"I'm sorry" Steve tried again after a moment of silence.

"For everything, you wouldn't believe me but he threatened me and my ma, he was going to hurt me, and I didn't want to-"

"- he's dead" Tony replied coldly

"I didn't mean to do it"

Tony scoffed.

"Please let's go back to how we were, let's be best friends again"

"That what you want?"

"Uh- I don't- I don't know"

"Rhodey was right, you're dense"

"I think I'm in love with you but I don't want this to affect our friendshio, it's ok if you don't want to be anything, I'll just go- mmph"

He was silenced by Tony's mouth on his, he couldn't believe this was happening, he was indeed a good kisser.

Steve's lips parted in a gasp and Tony licked further into his mouth and he closed his eyes and savoured the moment.

They didn't separate until someone loudly cleared their throat.

"Guys, get a fucking room" Nat said

They rested their foreheads on each others and smiled.

Nat made a gaggin sound and went to the kitchen.

"What were you saying?"

"Let's go on a date"

[gavemeahome]

craigslist love stories

[t0nyst4rkssn4p]

"we'll loose."

"Then we do that together too"

[stevetony-quotes]

[starchasersversion]

steve "merry chirstmas" rogers and tony "please don't call" stark

[capsicle13]

New Story!!!

Summary: The last thing Steve expected was to get pregnant so young. He also never expected to become a single parent either. That’s when he gets enrolled into a program that’s meant to help young parents. At first he thinks it’s a waste of time, but then he meets Tony, and they become friends. But there’s something Tony is hiding and it’s not long before Steve learns the truth

[ironshieldchild]

i think i just fucking lost my mind

what if tony carried around the phone every day. every. fucking. day. waiting for the right moment. but too scared to do it.

[hurtspideyparker]

The Other Woman fallacy but it's Bucky Barnes.

Steve and Tony being a solid couple but as soon as Bucky comes back into the picture Steve leaves him for Bucky. Sure, Bucky feels bad for Tony, but it's always been Steve and Bucky; they have a special bond, they go way back, and technically they never even broke up! In a way, Tony was the other woman, not Bucky. So was it really cheating if Tony was only an option when Bucky was dead?

Tony even warns Bucky that Steve isn't the partner he thinks he is. Just because he's choosing him now, doesn't mean he'll always be the only choice. Recalling promises and quoting the love Steve was adamant he shared with Tony, the man warns Bucky not to get too comfortable. Bucky dismisses it because their love is so enduring Steve couldn't possibly have felt this with anyone else, couldn't possibly feel this again without him.

And then Peggy Carter happens.

One moment Bucky is smiling up at his lover while he steps onto the platform, knowing that in a moment their lifelong war will be over and they can settle down somewhere that doesn't feel like imminent loss.

The next thing he knows is being petrified to stone, staring at the figure of a man on a bench.

It isn't fear or loss that pauses him, rather it's the deep burn of embarassment and guilt.

He knows, all too quickly, exactly where Steve has been. He feels ridiculous. He almost wishes Tony were here to say 'I told you so', but knows the man wouldn't say that to his face. If anything, he'd pity him.

The pity would taste worse.

He feels anger next. Resentment hot and scarring. He can't even get himself to walk up to the now elderly man. Steve didn't bother to say goodbye, to end things, didn't show any hesitation, not even a hint of tomorrow not being promised. He reassured Bucky they'd be holding each other in only a breath, with his diplomatic smile and unwavering tone.

Bucky now knows what kind of man Steve Rogers is.

He doesn't go up to him. He isn't sure what he'd even say. Probably be too overwhelmed with the urge to spit in an old man's face to say much of anything.

Instead, he walks away. Trying to be the picture of uncaring. He wishes, so badly, to care as little as Steve does. To move on before the bed has even cooled from his body and into the sheets of his next lover.

He realizes now how naive it was to think that their love was so strong he couldn't even take the time to separate with Tony properly. Standing at that platform, Bucky has no doubts Steve already had plans to visit Peggy Carter.

Maybe there is no "the one" for Steve, maybe there's just "for now"s. Steve was always searching for that part of himself stuck in the past, and he took every opportunity to sink back into that familiarity with no regard for the new life he created to cope.

With the bitter taste of his own medicine in his mouth, Bucky's thoughts are stuck on Tony; of how badly he'd like to make it up to the man, and of how he'll never get the chance.

[massivespacewren]

A small scribbly thing for @ironlawyer Tony got hurt in a battle and after worrying for days by his bedside, Steve now learns that Tony doesn't remember anything... Is Steve even allowed to touch him anymore?

[frankthesnek]

Hello can I get soft kiss 7 for Stony?

Okay, okay so all the other kiss prompt fills have been soft and fluffy and cute. This one gave me angst vibes. I hope thats okay 💕

Come Home Again

Rated G

Prompt: sharing a kiss after not seeing eachother for an extended period of time

750 words

The room was dark when Tony opened his eyes, a dull depthless darkness that was a far cry different from the mystical and star spotted blackness he'd been surrounded by in space.

Right… he was back.

Thinking was normally an easy task for Tony, but recalling the events that led him here was difficult and physically taxing. He remembered landing, remembered clinging to Nebula and limping down the ramp, remembered—

“Steve?” The word was horse and croaking as it left his lips. Steve's hands on his arm and shoulder, too tight and almost painful on his depleted worn out body, the solid heat at his side as Steve had helped him inside—that he remembered, but in a too good to be true dreamy way he wasn't sure he should believe.

“Tony?"

The sound of his name was startling, and Tony flinched harshly before sluggishly turning his head to find Steve sitting off to the side of his bed. His face was shadowed, the plains and angles of it illuminated gently by the subtle glow of the nano tech arc. Why did Steve have it?

“I'm sorry for pushing you like that,” Steve's words were hollow, his eyes downcast to the reactor.

Oh.

Tony closed his eyes against the returning memory. Steve’s questions, his own lunatic ramblings as he fell apart. They had ended on fighting so long ago and wound up the same way this time around. The cold of Siberia seemed better than the chemical fresh chill of the medical bay. He had been left alone and cold and broken hearted back then, but at least his spirit had still been intact. It felt like now he'd lost even that.

“It's fine,” Tony mumbled back softly, opening his eyes to find Steve now looking at him. The reactor's light was obscured by Steve's large palm curling around it, the duller lighting making his face look dark and sad.

“It was selfish,” the other man countered. “I shouldn't have—”

“No. No, no, nonono,” the word tumbled out of Tony in a weak and droning mantra, forcing Steve into silence. Tony went quiet too. Breathing and collecting his thoughts, chasing them like scared animals hiding in the fog of his brain. So much had happened, so much had gone wrong. He didn't want this with Steve. Couldn't handle it—not now. Later, later, there would be time for talking and healing and explanations. All the things they had destroyed and that had been lost between them—it wouldn't, couldn't be forgotten but right now, none of it mattered.

“I don't want to argue. I don't want to fight. I'm done fighting. We lost. We lost so much,” the words were fucking bitter—sharp and painful in his too tight dry throat.

“Tony,” Steve stood and moved to the edge of the bed, placing the reactor on the sheets. Its calming blue a bright contrast to the bland white of them.

“I don't care right now about all of our fuck ups—not yours, not mine. Steve, I just wanna come home.” Tony didn't realize the words had brought him to tears until Steve's palm settled over his cheek. Cupping gently like so many times in the past. Tony turned his face into the contact. “I wanna go home,” softer this time, the words spoken into the battle calloused skin of Steve's palm.

“You are home, honey,” Steve said, sitting on the edge of the bed. “You’re home.”

When Steve leaned down over him, the moment felt too long and drawn out. The few seconds it took for Steve's lips to meet his a back breaking straw on top of all the time they had been apart—all the touches they had robbed themselves of.

Tony pressed back simply, not having the energy for more than the firm contact of a couple grounding pecks. Steve lingered, like he always did. His soft mouth brushed tenderly along Tony's jaw, and he felt his stubble catch against the supple softness of the other man's lips.

“You're home now. Get some rest,” Steve whispered into his cheek.

Tony closed his eyes again, barely registering the dip and shift in the bed, already fading back into exhausted sleep. It was only when he heard the steady thump under his ear that he realized Steve had laid down with him; had shifted them so Tony was curled atop him, head pillowed on Steve's powerful chest.

He was home. It was a broken home—cracked picture frames, and unmade beds, and cobweb filled closets—but the foundation was still there. Strong and sturdy, and everything he needed.

[trashblossomart]

I finally finished the Tony (lowkey Stony) animatic i started a few weeks ago! Hope you enjoy!! 💕

[singratedcheese]

You mean them?

The rage and love he feels for Tony 😭💔

[t0nyst4rkssn4p]

"I'm consumed by frustration Rogers"

Another Episode of taking a single quote from a Stevetony fic and make it my whole personality.

Fic name: Love is written on letters by FernandaShadow on A03

[capricious-bastard13]

Something something put Stony in a zombie apocalypse AU where both are so sacrificial but neither want to admit how afraid they are of dying.

In culmination where they're both trapped, still unable to admit it--but dying in each other's arms? What a way to go because they look at each other and hold the other, the whole world in their arms. No where they'd rather be.

Dancing to music that only they can hear ("What song is playing in your head?" Tony would mumble, and Steve would press the words into his temple with a kiss. Tony, just because, says that he's playing 'Highway to Hell' in his and Steve would laugh) with barely any bullets left, hands chained together, I'm scared permeates the silence, and what is said aloud, every single time, "I love you".