Friendly Banter - Steve Rogers/Tony Stark
Prompt: “Please, stop getting shot. It stresses me out.” “Oh, well if YOU don’t like it.”
“Oh my God, Tony, how in the hell did you get yourself in this situation?” Steve snickered down at the man in question as he laid in his hospital bed.
Tony only rolled his eyes. “Don’t wanna talk about it. You’d laugh anyways.”
“Oh, without a doubt. But still, I wanna know.”
“Nope.”
“Please?”
“Nope.”
“Why not?"
“Nope.”
“Tony, that wasn’t a yes or no question.”
“Don’t care.”
“You’re too childish to be a super genius,” Steve sighed as he moved to sit down on the chair next to Tony’s bed. “But seriously. Stop getting shot. It stresses me out.”
“Oh, well I’m sorry. But I just love getting shot. It’s so fun. Call me a masochist, but I think I gotta do this more often,” Tony replied with sarcasm dripping off of his words.
“You know that’s not what I meant. I really do worry about you, Tony. I care about you, no matter what you think.”
Tony didn’t quite know how to respond to that. He and Steve never had interactions like this. Their relationship was hardly what you could call romantic - it was more “Hey, you’re not dead? Good, because I kinda need you in this world.” They never really felt the need to show their feelings - they loved each other. No reassurance needed. So, to hear these words from Steve’s mouth was a shock, to say the least.
“Well, I’m glad there’s at least one person out of the seven billion here that cares about me. It’s really quite flattering. Humbling, even,” Tony responded the only way he knew how - with sarcasm that covered his wavering confidence.
“I guess that’s the best response I’m going to get out of you.”
“I guess so, Cap.” Tony smiled softly.
That was the only response Steve needed.