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13drabbles's gamma theme. Title is taken from Echo by Jason Walker.
Title: all you had to give
Fandom: The Avengers
Pairing: Steve/Tony
Prompt: 07. tell
Words: 375 words
all you had to give
Three days without sleep was a long time, even for Steve. But he was still awake and the only times he'd moved from Tony's bedside were when the doctors needed access or if he needed to use the bathroom. The other Avengers stopped by each day, bringing flowers or food or just to sit vigil with Steve.
Oddly enough, Clint was the one who brought flowers every day until every available surface was covered in them. He'd even dropped off a couple of stuffed animals that he picked up either from the gift shop or from some store in town.
Natasha brought food and stood behind Steve's chair, one hand resting on the back of his chair. She said nothing, simply made sure that Steve ate and interrogated the doctors about Tony's condition.
Thor and Bruce always came together. Thor was, surprisingly, very solemn during his visits and said little to nothing while Bruce seemed nervous and unsure what to do with himself.
Despite the others popping it at odd hours and for differing amounts of time, Steve spent most of his time by himself waiting for Tony to wake up. It was a waiting game. He counted the time by the beep of the heart monitor and the routine visits of the doctors and nurses.
What startled him out of the sort of trance he had fallen into was the heart monitor racing just a little, followed by Tony inhaling sharply and groaning. Steve was on his feet and leaning over the bed in a heartbeat.
“You know, I really hate hospitals,” Tony said, voice hoarse and raspy from lack of use. He opened his eyes slowly and it took quite a bit of time for them to focus on Steve. He managed a smile, “They haven't been poking at me for too long, have they?”
Steve laughed, the sound rough and more than a little strangled, “Try three days.”
“Damn,” Tony said, his eyes fluttering closed again. “Really hope I didn't miss anything.”
“I'll tell you about it later.” Steve smiled, reaching for the call button even as he heard the doctors rushing down. He could feel the relief pumping through him, staving off the exhaustion for a little while longer.
He'd sleep soon. Tony was awake now and that was what mattered.
FIN.
13drabbles's gamma theme. Title is taken from Echo by Jason Walker.Title: all you had to give
Fandom: The Avengers
Pairing: Steve/Tony
Prompt: 07. tell
Words: 375 words
Three days without sleep was a long time, even for Steve. But he was still awake and the only times he'd moved from Tony's bedside were when the doctors needed access or if he needed to use the bathroom. The other Avengers stopped by each day, bringing flowers or food or just to sit vigil with Steve.
Oddly enough, Clint was the one who brought flowers every day until every available surface was covered in them. He'd even dropped off a couple of stuffed animals that he picked up either from the gift shop or from some store in town.
Natasha brought food and stood behind Steve's chair, one hand resting on the back of his chair. She said nothing, simply made sure that Steve ate and interrogated the doctors about Tony's condition.
Thor and Bruce always came together. Thor was, surprisingly, very solemn during his visits and said little to nothing while Bruce seemed nervous and unsure what to do with himself.
Despite the others popping it at odd hours and for differing amounts of time, Steve spent most of his time by himself waiting for Tony to wake up. It was a waiting game. He counted the time by the beep of the heart monitor and the routine visits of the doctors and nurses.
What startled him out of the sort of trance he had fallen into was the heart monitor racing just a little, followed by Tony inhaling sharply and groaning. Steve was on his feet and leaning over the bed in a heartbeat.
“You know, I really hate hospitals,” Tony said, voice hoarse and raspy from lack of use. He opened his eyes slowly and it took quite a bit of time for them to focus on Steve. He managed a smile, “They haven't been poking at me for too long, have they?”
Steve laughed, the sound rough and more than a little strangled, “Try three days.”
“Damn,” Tony said, his eyes fluttering closed again. “Really hope I didn't miss anything.”
“I'll tell you about it later.” Steve smiled, reaching for the call button even as he heard the doctors rushing down. He could feel the relief pumping through him, staving off the exhaustion for a little while longer.
He'd sleep soon. Tony was awake now and that was what mattered.
FIN.