his eyes roll at stephen's demand. he's never been one for doctor's orders, anyway, but somehow coming from stephen, he's less inclined to obey them.
suddenly and without warning, his resolve softens with a rush as a warm hand meets his skin. strange's hand touches his back with such care, like a bridge between the two of them that tony's been afraid of crossing until now. even then, afraid is the wrong word; it's something similar to... waiting to cross. he's been waiting on one side of the bridge, wishing earnestly that stephen would cross it.
and he has.
once the sudden rush of realization passes, tony lifts his head to ask friday for lights, but she's one step ahead of him.
sure thing, doctor.
his mouth closes and his lips purse while the warm lighting rises, and the fluorescent light above the table flicks on unceremoniously. tony sighs and follows stephen's lead, a little too defeated now to try quipping back or resisting. the fact that he even got stephen's help is a big deal, he shouldn't look him in the mouth. tony hefts himself up onto the table as requested, and suddenly the metal of it is a little too cold, the room feels a little too open.
switching to prose but you don't have to match!
his eyes roll at stephen's demand. he's never been one for doctor's orders, anyway, but somehow coming from stephen, he's less inclined to obey them.
suddenly and without warning, his resolve softens with a rush as a warm hand meets his skin. strange's hand touches his back with such care, like a bridge between the two of them that tony's been afraid of crossing until now. even then, afraid is the wrong word; it's something similar to... waiting to cross. he's been waiting on one side of the bridge, wishing earnestly that stephen would cross it.
and he has.
once the sudden rush of realization passes, tony lifts his head to ask friday for lights, but she's one step ahead of him.
sure thing, doctor.
his mouth closes and his lips purse while the warm lighting rises, and the fluorescent light above the table flicks on unceremoniously. tony sighs and follows stephen's lead, a little too defeated now to try quipping back or resisting. the fact that he even got stephen's help is a big deal, he shouldn't look him in the mouth. tony hefts himself up onto the table as requested, and suddenly the metal of it is a little too cold, the room feels a little too open.
"that bad?"