reioka:

@viudanegraaa​ is it okay to tag you in this nonsense

It hits Steve like a bolt out of the blue one day.

Tony is texting him about–everything, really, from his robots to where they’re going to go out for dinner after Tony beats him at basketball to the Next Big Thing he’s working on that should probably be Top Secret but he trusts Steve so implicitly that it doesn’t enter his mind to hide it. Steve has never had anyone trust him as much as Tony does. Hell, even Bucky has hidden things from him. And he trusts Tony just as much.

So he types “I’m going to marry you” before he even really thinks about it. He stares at his phone. They’re not even technically dating but he knows he’s going to marry Tony someday.

Tony’s response is slow but exactly what Steve expected. “No ones going to marry me I’m a handful.” Tony would think that. He was much too critical of himself.

“I am,” Steve insists, and then, before Tony can argue, adds, “I have two hands don’t worry.”

“You’re such a goober Steve,” Tony responds after a while.

It’s not an acceptance. It’s not a denial either, though.

(“Would Tony wear a ring or would it be too dangerous,” Steve asks Natasha later.

She sighs and doesn’t look up from her magazine. “If you were the one who gave it to him, I think he would risk the degloving to wear it.”

“I’m gonna marry him,” Steve tells her.

“Keep in mind that Tony’s a spring bride and you should be golden,” Natasha answers.

Steve looks at her for a long time. “You could look a little more surprised.”

“Everyone knows you’re in love with each other except for you two idiots,” Natasha scoffs.)