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From the moment he was born, Tony grew up in perpetual isolation. He never went outside, didn't have any outdoorsie activities with his family and friends, and his whole life basically revolved around his room, his kitchen and the rest of the block.
The poor kid grew up a weird one, as his friends called him. He used to have these small panic attacks every time he went outside. His mother and father thought if they exposed him to people as much as possible he might possibly get over it. But as he grew older, Tony got aggravatingly worse to the point where he never got out of the house for literally anything.
He was pretty much used to his lockdown life and at fifteen all he did besides finiking with his father's inventions was staring out the window. One day, as Tony stared outside his window he noticed a new family moving into the next door for sale house. He was watching through the window when he noticed a boy his age inside a room undressing and dancing alone.
"What a weirdo," Tony told himself before the boy dancing on the other side turned and locked eyes with him. Tony jumped in fright and pulled his curtain closed. He waited a few minutes, listening to his pounding heart and when he calmed down, he opened the curtain to look when, "Jesus Chronicles!" He found that boy whom he saw dancing standing right at his window, grinning widely.
Tony opened the window in irritation. "What the hell do you think you're doing? You could give someone a heart attack!" He hissed.
The boy nonchalantly climbed through Tony's window, still maintaining his startling grin and gave Tony his hand. "Hey pervert. How are you?" He replied, forcefully taking Tony's hand and shaking it.
Tony frowned. "Pervert? Who are you calling a pervert?" Tony pulled his hand back and crossed his arms.
The boy, who was blonde and taller than Tony, smirked. "The pervert is you my friend. I just came here to find out what perverting weirdo would be ogling little old me while I'm undressing and I am glad to say you're a hot pervert." He gave a nudge to Tony's shoulder that was not enough to knock him over but did anyway.
"Ow!" Tony cried. "You hit me!"
The boy reached down for Tony, lightly chuckling. "Woah there, featherweight. You alright?" He helped Tony up.
Tony reached to his feet and aggressively shoved the boy away. "Don't touch me. I don't know you." He frowned and hugged himself.
The boy raised his hands and took a step back, flicking his hair. "Okay. You're right. Let's fix that. I'm Steve Rogers, and I've just moved here today. Nice to meet you." He took a little bow and smiled.
Tony gave Steve a blank stare until Steve's smile turned into an awkward one. "Uh, this is the part where you tell me your name."
"I don't wanna tell you my name." Tony bitterly replied.
Steve chuckled in slight amusement. "Why won't you tell me your name?" He asked.
Tony sneered. "I am not interested in sharing it with someone who just climbed through my window, obviously."
Steve then chuckled again and asked, "So you would prefer it if I called you Pervert instead?"
Tony chewed on the inside of his mouth debating his options. It was either he gave this boy his real name or start being called Pervert. Plus, this boy was new here and Tony was never going to go out to associate with him so there was no harm in giving him his name, right?
"T-Tony." He stammered and looked away.
Steve wore a mischievous smile and stifled a chuckle. "T-Tony hey? Well, I am glad you were the first person I met coming here. You seem like an interesting dude. That your phone?" He snatched it off of Tony's drawer and turned it on.
"What are you doing with it?" Tony asked uncomfortably.
Steve smiled and typed something into it. "I'm giving you my number since we're friends now. Call me when you feel like it." He placed it back on the drawer.
He gave Tony another pat on the arm and while Tony fell over, Steve exited out the window and ran to his house. Tony got up and reached for his phone. That thing was password protected. How on earth had this weirdo managed to bypass it without even trying? He checked into the contacts and found out Steve had saved himself as "your hot neighbor." Disgusted, Tony changed it to "lunatic" and tried forgetting all about this Steve.
A few hours later, Tony and his friend Natasha were sitting in his room, Tony helping Natasha with her geometry homework when they heard a knock on the window.
"Get back, I'll save you." Natasha boldly declared as she shoved Tony onto his bed and stomped to the window. She pulled the drapes aside and stood still for a second. "Uhhhh, Tony? There's some blonde guy behind your window. He's cute and smiling at me."
Tony's eyes widened. "Oh no, don't let him in!" He exclaimed but was too late for Steve pushed up the window and let himself in.
"Hi there," Steve said to Natasha. "I'm Steve, Tony's new friend." He smiled at her.
Natasha smiled back at him. "I'm Natasha." She stepped aside and let Steve walk up to Tony's desk and sit at his chair. "You and Tony are friends?" She asked, giving Tony a questioning look.
Tony rolled his eyes. "No. We're not. What are you doing here?" He asked Steve in annoyance.
Steve leaned back in the chair. "You took too long to call so I came for a personal visit. How you doing?" He tried to make conversation.
"What do you want?" Tony groaned.
Steve smiled. "Um, I'm going to a new school tomorrow and I was wondering which one you went to so maybe we could walk there together. Hm?" He gently swung round in the swivel chair.
"Oh, Tony is home schooled." Natasha spoke up. "He was just helping me with my homework because he is kind of a genius and a weirdo. He doesn't do outdoors though." She smirked.
"Oh." Steve nodded in understanding. "That's cool. Guess I'll walk with you then." He nodded at Natasha.
Natasha blinked several times. "Uh, sure. You're Tony's friend so you're now my friend." She noticed how Tony gave her a very disapproving look.
Three days later, however, Steve had met all of Tony's friends. He was a nice boy, easy to like, and even though Tony did not seem to like him, he seemed to like Tony very much. He made the whole coming to him through the window a habit of his. Tony's parents also became friends with Steve's parents, knowing that Tony did not go outside and Steve had become allergic to doors.
Steve also seemed to need some intense tutoring from Tony he practically lived in Tony's room. They were in the middle of a tutoring session one day when Tony noticed Steve was completely out of the conversation. Tony shook him. "Steve!" He yelled a little loudly.
Steve winced and turned to Tony. "Do you have to yell?" He attempted unplugging his ears.
"You were not concentrating. Again." Tony leaned back into his chair.
Steve got up from the study table and jumped to the snack table, grabbed some packaged chips among the cheeseburgers and started shoving them down. "Mm bored Chony." He said through a mouthful and dropped onto Tony's bed. "Uh wama go oushide." He chewed open mouthed.
"You're being gross, man." Tony grimaced at the other boy.
Steve swallowed and exhaled. Looking up to Tony, he gave him a pleading look. "I'm bored Tony! I wanna go outside." He whined again.
Tony sighed and lowered his head. This was not the first time Steve had asked Tony to go outside with him, and though Tony always gave the same answer, it seemed like Steve was a bit hard of hearing. Tony had not told him about his panic attacks when he went out in public so it was understandable Steve would still persist. But Tony did not want to have to explain to him all about it. And it was not that he did not want to tell him because he didn't want to tell him everything, he was just afraid Steve would not stick around anymore unlike Natasha, Clint, Sam and Rhodey after they found out.
"Steve, I told you, I can't go outside." He simply said.
"Why?" Steve whined, shoving a handful of chips into his mouth. "Ever since I met you you've been cooped up in here, you don't go to school and you don't take walks! It's dead-ass boring in here!" He shoved down more chips.
Tony's eyes widened. "What? It's not boring in here. I've got all the entertainment I need. I've got tech and state-of-the-art machinery." He argued. "That's entertainment!"
"Yeah. When you're a mechanic!" Steve exclaimed, clearly frustrated. Then he sighed. "You know, I really thought my last day with you would be less dreadful than I knew it would be."
Tony shot him a look. "Last day?" He sounded more surprised than he thought he was.
Steve nodded. "Yeah, I'm going away for a while and I was hoping to spend some time with you but you insisted we study. I was gonna tell you..." his voice trailed off as he noticed the sudden heartbreak on Tony's face. "You... okay?" He asked him.
Tony fluttered his lashes and sank into his swivel, barely trying to hide the slowly forming anguish. "You're leaving?" He mumbled.
Steve smiled. "M'well, yeah. For the weekend at my aunt's." He noted the look of surprise and relief on Tony's face. "Wait, you didn't actually think I was leaving for good, did you?" He giggled.
Tony tried to hold himself together. "What? Of course not. I-It's Friday today and I might not go to regular school but I still know the date." He grasped onto the swivel's arm rests.
Steve grinned and then giggled. Thirty minutes later, he was gone, and Tony got to feel how he did not want him gone despite how much Steve got in his face and annoyed him a bit. Saturday came and Tony realized Steve was indeed away for the weekend which kinda felt weird because he'd been around for almost four months and was practically glued to Tony. Spending the whole Saturday alone made Tony realize just how much he enjoyed Steve's annoying presence.
He missed the way he flicked his hair, he missed the way his coral blue eyes were so curious, how they swept over his tech, and how they sometimes lingered on Tony about sixty percent of the time. He even missed his voice. Tony was a bit surprised by how much he was missing Steve. So he reached for his phone and the minute he turned it on he realized he didn't have his phone password protected. Very perplexed, he went to the contacts and just so noticed that he had never not once called Steve. It was only Steve who made the calls and initiated the texts.
Hovering his finger over "lunatic," he hesitated for several moments contemplating whether that was the best decision. His finger fell on the screen on its own and Tony panicked but the phone dialled anyway. He had no choice but to listen to it ringing and wait.
And wait...
And wait some more.
"Rogers."
"Steve?" Tony jumped, a little excited and nervous at the same time. "S-Steve, hey." He stuttered.
"Hello?" Steve's voice said. "Hello?"
Tony frowned. "Steve?"
"Hello? Oh wait. This is my voicemail!" Steve's voice exclaimed before bursting into laughter. "Oh I am so sorry about that. If you want to talk to me and you just heard this I guess you know what to do. Leave a voicemail after the... that noise." He giggled and Tony heard a beeping sound.
Disappointed, Tony dropped the phone on the bed and sighed in exasperation. "Really Steve?" And he spent half of the night tossing and turning, thinking about Steve. He even had a dream he and Steve had gone outside after he returned from his aunt's. But when he woke up and found himself under covers, he had a quick thought about it and realized the thought was as equally terrible as really being out there.
He spent the Sunday morning trying to call Steve but none of the calls went through. So Tony got depressed and he stayed in bed all day, moping. His other friends came over to play with him but he dismissed them saying he wasn't feeling well. And when Sunday finally turned into early Monday morning, Tony had convinced himself Steve was never coming back to him.
At about four in the afternoon, someone climbed in through the window and into Tony's room. It was Steve and he had a MacDonald bag in hand. He saw how Tony was asleep at his study table, cheek resting on his arms. Steve thought he looked very cute like that. What the hell, Steve thought Tony was cute all the time! That's why he stuck around next to him all day everyday. But it was more than Tony just being cute. Now that he had gone to his aunt's for the weekend, he missed him. And he missed him more when he saw the attempted calls and texts. It was so unlike Tony and it fuelled Steve's feelings for the nerdy boy. He was weird, the best kind of boy.
Steve placed the MacDonald bag right next to Tony's face and waited for the smell to hit him. It didn't take long for Tony to get a whiff of the delicacy contained inside for he suddenly stirred and slowly woke up, mumbling, "Mmm, cheeseburger..."
He immediately registered the sight of the bag in front of him. "Cheeseburger!" He exclaimed and glimpsed someone at the corner of his eye. He turned to them and nearly had a heart attack. "Steve!" He launched himself into his arms and hugged him.
Steve smiled and reciprocated the embrace. "Woah Pervert. What is up with you?" He noticed how Tony hugged him tighter. "Everything okay?"
Tony released him from the hug and glared up at Steve. "Where the hell were you, Steve? I missed you!" He admitted, earning a little raised eyebrow from Steve.
"Well, that was obvious thanks to the sixteen texts and twenty-five attempted calls you made to my phone which I had left on my bed." Steve smirked.
"Uh," Tony's face adopted a light shade of pink. "Well... I was trying to check if really you were at your aunt's." He cleared his throat and scratched his neck.
Steve didn't miss the blush and smiled slyly. "Okay." He said. "I bought you a MacDee cheeseburger." He pointed at it.
Tony hadn't reacted for a moment, staring at Steve, when he felt his mouth hanging open. He snapped it shut and slurped the drool back in. "Mmmm, cheeseburger. My favorite." He awkwardly sat down and opened the bag. Then he started eating the burger before his face lit up. He shot Steve a look. "Where did you say you bought this?" He asked through a mouthful.
Steve smiled mischievously. Then he began telling Tony of the fascinating world of DriveThru. A few days later Steve asked Tony to go outside with him. Tony shook his head profusely and threw the covers over himself. The following day Steve told Tony another captivating tale of the outside world and pitched the idea of going outside. Again, Tony turned him down.
After trying and failing several times to convince Tony to go outside, Steve sighed and swung round in the swivel and faced Tony who stood with his back against the wall, neck and chin sunk in his turtleneck. "Whyyyy won't you go outside?" He groaned.
Tony stood silently for a while, nibbling on his lower lip, thinking about what to say. Well, now that he had been around Steve seven months he felt he could tell him anything.
"I can't go outside because I can't handle it." He slowly began, noticing how attentive Steve had become. "Ever since I was little, I had these mild panic attacks whenever I went outside. But as I grew older they got worse and I couldn't handle stepping outside even for five minutes. I get disoriented and sometimes pass out." He looked up at Steve who had an enigmatic look on his face.
"Did you see the doctor?" Steve asked.
Tony nodded. "Yeah. It didn't help. A-and my parents also got me a psychiatrist and a psychologist and a therapist and they still couldn't help me." He wore a small and sad smile.
Steve frowned. He flicked his hair, looking away from Tony and sighed. Then, he stood up, approached Tony, peeled him off the wall and curled his arms around him, hugging him.
Tony, nuzzled into Steve's chest, stood with wide eyes, his heart pounding his chest. "Wha... what are you doing?" He whispered.
Steve held him closer and sighed. "Trying to make you feel better." He whispered back, his own heartbeat matching Tony's.
Tony struggled to keep his breathing in check. He had hugged Steve a couple of times before with no feelings attached but it was never after telling him something very personal to him. It felt odd, it felt good, it felt... intimate. He loved being in Steve's arms. They were so comfortable and safe.
Steve then laid back on trying to convince Tony to go out for a couple of days until after Tony's dentist came over.
"C'mon!" He rushed Tony into his shoes. "Hurry up."
Tony, confused, panicked. "What-what's going on?" He got in his shoes as quickly as he could.
Steve grinned. "We're goin' out to celebrate your successful dental excursion!" He pushed Tony down the stairs excitedly.
Tony giggled in confusion. "Steve, do you know what any of those words mean?" He suddenly saw himself standing on the front yard lawn. And his smile died on his face. In a second, he was hyperventilating. Then he choked and instantly passed out. There was a crowd of people walking past.
When he woke up, he was on his bed, surrounded by his friends, Steve included.
"I told you it wouldn't work." Clint crowed.
Tony sat up. "Sam, are you eating my cheeseburger?" He squinted at the boy.
Sam paused and looked at his hands. He blinked at Tony. "It looked so lonely and rejected." He swallowed. "It tastes great if you must know." He grinned.
Tony rolled his eyes and got out of bed. "What happened?" He asked Steve.
Steve pressed a breath out. "Well, you went outside, took two steps onto the lawn and," he made a collapsing sound. "You passed out." He grinned.
Tony frowned. "How is that funny?"
"It's not." Rhodey declared. "But Steve had taken you outside because we wanted to see how long you could survive out there." He explained.
"Like that would have ever worked like a sudden miracle." Clint snorted sarcastically.
Natasha prodded his arm. "Don't listen to Clint, Tony. You did great." She assured him.
Clint walked around Natasha. "Yeah, until you didn't." He exclaimed and ducked behind Steve before Natasha could reach him.
"We just wanted to test your endurance, buddy." Rhodey explained again. "As much as we love you and don't mind always hanging around with you in your cool room, there's tons of stuff we wanna do with you outside."
"Yeah," Steve agreed. "You know, like skateboarding, taking a walk, going for ice cream, running around for no particular reason because we're kids." He chuckled along with everyone. "We just wanna do more stuff with you outside these walls. And it would help a little if you maybe put a little effort into withstanding the pressure." He took Tony by the hands and sat him at the foot of the bed, sitting with him. "We all figured if we could get you outside step by step, it might reduce the chances of your attacks little by little and we could hang out both inside and outside." He gave him a small smile.
Tony got enchanted by Steve's eyes he ended up agreeing. "Okay," he said reluctantly. "I get that going out might be a big challenge for me. And I also appreciate that you guys put up with my condition but I also wanna do other stuff with you all outside this room." He placed a hand over Steve's hand and squeezed it gently.
Steve placed a hand over the one over his and beamed widely at him. "That's fantastic! You're gonna love it outside." He pulled Tony into a hug while everyone else tried not to look cheeky.
Tony reciprocated the hug and leaned into it. Going outside was a horrific thought to him but he was glad all of his friends would be there to support him all the way through this dastardly endeavour. But he was more pleased Steve would be by his side all the time. They began Tony's training the very next day after explaining to Mr and Mrs Stark about their impromptu plan to get Tony out. It failed every time, but the kids didn't give up on their dear friend. If anything, Tony got further and further away from his front porch at each try.
By the time Christmas came, Tony could make it as far as a block before experiencing the usual disorientation, hyperventilating episodes and passing out. It was a record. But Tony still felt like he could go further than that. Steve's stories had fuelled his want to leave the confines of his house. Plus, he wanted to be somewhere he and Steve could be alone without any interruptions, where they just be Steve and Tony, where Tony would just stare at Steve's gorgeous canvas without somebody nudging him back to reality.
Well, it was two weeks before Christmas that day when Steve came in through Tony's snow-covered window. "Alright, you and I are going out. I found a spot where you can enjoy yourself without any interruptions." He helped Tony into some warm winter wear.
"Where are we going, is it further than two blocks?" Tony asked as he put on a warm coat.
Steve smiled and giggled, flicking his hair. "You'll see." He helped Tony out the window.
In a few minutes, they were at the end of the second block, walking slowly for Tony to take in the sight of the snow-plagued streets of his neighborhood until he saw where they were at. "Steve...!" He caught his breath and froze on the spot.
"Hey," Steve backtracked for him and took his hand in his. "It's gonna be okay, I promise. I got you." He smiled reassuringly.
Tony sighed and took in the crispy winter air then nodded. "Okay. Let's do it."
Steve smiled wider and pulled him into his side, putting an arm over his shoulder. "Here, lean on me and close your eyes." He made him lean his head on his chest.
Tony did as asked and closed his eyes and followed Steve. This was nice.
"Open your eyes." Steve grinned.
Tony again did as instructed and opened his eyes. He was met with the sight of solid white ice in front of him. "Where are we?" He shot his face around and realized they were very far from the second block.
"We're at the ice skating rink." Steve explained, handing Tony a pair of ice skates. "Don't worry. We're the first ones here." He helped Tony into his skates.
"B-but I don't know how to ice skate." Tony stumbled to his feet, falling into Steve's arms who laughed lightly.
"Don't worry 'bout that. I can teach you." He pulled Tony into the ice rink and began slowly pulling him along.
Tony was an easy learner. In a few minutes he was skating well enough. "I'm doing it! I'm doing it Steve!" He excitedly cheered.
Steve beamed at him. "Yeah, look at you, Mr Stark, you're a natural. It's like you been doin' this for years!"
Tony laughed happily. This was amazing. He had never skated before and it felt like a dream, especially next to Steve. They held hands and skated around the rink, maintaining their medium pace and looking into each other's eyes; Steve smiling down at Tony and Tony looking up at him like he was a rare, amazing cheeseburger condiment from heaven.
At last, one or two people started arriving into the ice rink. Tony noticed and lost his breath. He was about to squeal when Steve grabbed him by the face and aligned his face with his. "Tony, Tony! Look at me. Look only at me." He commanded sternly.
Tony froze looking into his eyes. Steve's eyes were so stern and hypnotic. Whatever anxieties Tony had melted away instantly.
"Take a deep breath." Steve instructed.
Tony didn't need to be told twice. He took in a deep breath. Steve smiled at him and they resumed skating hand-in-hand, having fun.
After a while, they forgot where they were and Steve slowly stopped them. He looked deeply into Tony's eyes, as if ransacking the contents of his mind. Something was happening or about to happen but Tony didn't know what. He noticed the sudden sparkle in Steve's eyes and blinked at it. He then noticed how Steve's eyes ran all over his face before returning to his eyes. His lips moved as if saying invisible words. Tony was unsure what was happening until Steve's eyes flirted to his lips and a small smile curled the corners of his lips up. Tony instantly understood but wasn't sure whether it was real or not.
Until Steve leaned in in virtual slow motion. Tony caught his breath. "S-Steve..." He lost that breath.
Steve inched closer now with a sly smile. They were just inches apart and seconds away from another panic attack when a boy stumbled on his skates and crashed into them. Steve was pushed back and Tony was knocked to the ground, the boy on top of him. Instantly, the boy scrambled to his feet, adjusting his glasses as he struggled helping Tony to his feet.
"Oh shoot! I-I-I'm so sorry." He apologized.
Steve helped them both up but separated them a bit aggressively. "It's okay, it's fine." He pulled Tony to himself. "It's fine, you can go." He forced an exasperated smile.
The boy opened his mouth when, "Bruuuuce!" A woman roared, looking in his direction.
The boy looked flustered. He glanced at Steve and Tony and to the fiery woman. "Sorry." He went off to the woman who grabbed him by the arm, barking at him.
Steve took Tony's face and observed it. "You okay?" He asked sternly, checking him thoroughly.
Tony remembered how Steve was just about to kiss him when they were interrupted. And quite frankly, Tony was kinda glad they were interrupted. He was just about to have a seizure or something. He felt his face getting incredibly warmer and knew he was blushing when Steve raised an eyebrow.
Tony then pulled out of Steve's arms and slid backwards before swerving around.
"Tony, are you alright? Did I do something wrong?" Steve asked, his voice laced with concern and worry.
Tony clenched his fists and inwardly cursed himself. Why did he do that? Steve was just checking on his wellbeing... after he tried to kiss him. He felt giddy. Until someone zoomed past him and caught his attention. He looked around and realized, Jesus Chronicles there was more than twenty people around in the ice rink. His breath hitched. And the feeling hit him all too familiar. His vision instantly blurred, his hearing went off the fritz. He took a step back and panted as the world around him started to spin, the voices mixing together and getting painfully louder in his head.
Steve realized just in time what was happening and caught Tony as he stumbled back. "Tony?!" He cried.
Tony slid down with Steve until he was lying on the ice, gasping for breath. Steve shrieked his name in panic and a lot of people noticed and came skating over. By noticing the people crowding around him, Tony started choking.
"No, get away, you're making him worse! Tony!" Steve cried.
"Someone call an ambulance." Bruce's mother said. "Does anybody know CPR?" She asked when Tony's eyes closed and he stilled.
"No no Tony! Don't you dare!" Steve moved aside the layers of clothes off of Tony's chest and interlaced his fingers before starting five chest compressions. He pinched his nose, opened Tony's mouth and gave him a breath. Then resumed the chest compressions. "Come on Tony, stop being so dramatic." He gave him one breath, two breaths.
Tony finally came to, only to find Steve's lips falling onto his before a gush of air blew from him and into his mouth, travelling to inflate his lungs. He suddenly felt the urge to cough and he did, making Steve pull back and look at him in shock. "Tony? Tony!" Steve pulled him into a hug.
Everyone exhaled in relief and two paramedics came running onto the ice. "Alright everyone. Give him some space, give him some air."
'He kissed me...' were Tony's thoughts as Steve released him from the hug. 'So that's why they call it the kiss of life...'
A few hours later Steve and Tony were walking slowly from the ice rink, Tony talking excessively and Steve looking lost in his thoughts. There was no one out and it was dark. The streets were lit with gloomy golden yellow lampposts and it was cloudy. Tony was blabbering something about the Pythagorean theorem. Steve was still lost in his thoughts about the moment when Tony choked.
"And the thing about the cos sine is that you have to think of it as a bridge between the known and the unknown." Tony declared.
Steven frowned in confusion, tugged back to reality by Tony's statement, and looked down at the dark-haired boy. "Tony." He interrupted him.
Tony looked up at Steve in confusion. Steve stopped in his tracks and so did Tony. "What's wro..." Tony's voice trailed off when he noticed the serious look on Steve's face.
Steve sighed, breathing out warm breath. "Tony, you almost died and you're talking about cos sines?" He asked.
Tony smiled wryly. "Well, what am I supposed to talk about?" He darted his eyes around.
"Tony..." Steve started breathing heavily. He pulled a confused Tony into a hug, Tony feeling as their hearts competed. "You scared me a little back there." He admitted.
Tony smiled. "Well, you saved me, the paramedic lady said so."
Steve pulled out of the hug and nodded at Tony even though Tony could tell there was something wrong with him.
It was also a good opportunity for Tony to ask him about the effect of the hugging thing or just about the hugging thing. It didn't really matter. "You know, I'm glad you have training in first aid," he felt this was a good start. "But, um, why do you always hug me like that? I mean, just curious." He shrugged.
Steve's face turned morbidly serious. "Because it's the only way to stop myself." He said.
Tony got a lot of ideas running around in his head and majority of them were somewhat out of left field so he got concerned. "S-stop yourself from what?" He asked cautiously.
Steve stared at Tony for a second. Then he leaned down and captured Tony's lips with his, initiating the kiss. Now, Tony was taken by total surprise. He lost his balance and leaned back but Steve put his hand around his waist to hold him in place and continued to kiss him. After a few seconds, Steve released Tony's lips and they both caught their breaths. Steve leaned his forehead on Tony's and sighed. "Wow." He mumbled.
Tony mumbled something under his breath.
"What was that?" Steve asked.
Tony repeated himself. "So there's another version of the kiss of life." He said.
Steve scoffed and soon enough the two were laughing loudly in the middle of the empty street.