twentysomething

"You've killed me. You are a murderer," Tony mutters into Steve's shoulder. "I hope you're happy."

Tony can feel Steve's shoulder shake as he chuckles softly.

"Mmhmm," Steve murmurs.

"There is going to be a crisis and they will say, "Oh, where are the Avengers to save us?" but the answer is here, comatose and dying from overeating. The world has to depend on the Fantastic Four and the X-Men now. Do you know what you've done?" Steve chuckles again.

"Thor is going back for eigths," he points out. Tony grumbles.

"Thor is literally not human. He has an unfair advantage." Tony argues. Steve shifts, which allows more of Tony to sprawl over him.

"No one made you eat three pieces of pie," Steve adds. Tony rubs his face into Steve's shirt.

"You- just... shh." Tony growls. "Let me digest or die in peace." Tony moves with the motion of Steve's laughter.

"Okay," Steve agrees, running his hand through Tony's hair.

"And don't let Clint touch our tv," Tony mumbles as he lets his eyes drift close.

"Of course not."


(Nah, happy thanskgiving!)