#so steve’s been trying to convince tony #slowly, as much as he can without pushing too hard #to adopt kids #and tony always exits stage left as fast as is humanly possible #once he even blows something up to distract steve long enough to punch the repulsors and fly off #then, when they’re at a crappy gala which they all hate #natasha’s off to the side with bruce, teaching him how not to go on a vicious homicidal spree when one of the people here tries to talk to you #it’s harder than it looks, seriously #and tony has finished his quota of schmoozing for the night #he’s looking around, casting world-suffering looks at the other avengers #when he finally catches steve #and he stops, frozen, hand outstretched to tap him on the shoulder #because steve is bouncing a baby carefully in his arms #with this small, intimate smile on his face #looking down at it like he’s holding the world bunched in baby booties and a diaper #tony hears him tell the mother that he’s beautiful #and the mother gushes before scooping the baby back up in her arms and spinning him, gliding back into the crowd #and tony just stands there, shock-still, until steve notices him #steve turns to him, bashful, like he’s been caught doing something wrong #tony looks down at his feet #swallows #says, ‘so, they seem less horrible than I originally thought.’ #and steve’s answering smile makes him dread the dirty diapers #the crushing responsibility #and his own monumental daddy issues #a bit less than he did a minute ago



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Of Monsters and Men | Love Love Love

Well, maybe I’m a crook for stealing your heart away
And maybe I’m a crook for not caring for it
Yeah, maybe I’m a bad, bad, bad, bad person
Well, baby I know

So I think it’s best
We both forget
Before we dwell on it
The way you held me so tight
All through the night
Til it was near morning

‘Cause you love, love, love
When you know I can’t love
You love, love, love
When your know I can’t love
You love, love, love
When you know I can’t love

And these fingertips
Will never run through your skin
Those bright blue eyes
Can’t only meet mine across the room
Filled with people that are less important than you


….people don’t do this every day?

Wow, this is actually the story of my life.