Superfamily One Shots

Sniffles, Sneezes, and a Sweet Super Soldier

Steve drummed his fingers against the conference table as he waited impatiently for the mission debrief to be over. The rest of the team could feel the anticipation rolling off the super soldier in waves. Steve sat on the edge of his seat ready to bolt the moment Fury dismissed them.

"We have gone over this three times," he grit out.

His leg bounced up and down throughout Fury's escalating comments of it's annoyance.

"If Stark were here he'd probably have sassed us out of this boring meeting," Clint grumbled. The team murmured their assent. The loss of one of their team leaders hit everyone both on and off the battlefield.

Fury turned to Steve, glancing down at his bouncing leg and back up to his face, "speaking of Stark, how is my favourite pain in the ass?"

"Fine sir," Steve clipped, "he should have recovered from his flu after a week of bed rest but I think his heart condition has compromised his immune system,

"Speaking of everyone's favorite billionaire, I should probably be getting back to the tower to make sure he takes his medication before he gets cranky," the soldier stood up, swinging his shield onto his back and shooting Fury a sweet smile,

With that flimsy excuse Steve dashed for the door, barely hearing the team behind him making similar excuses before following him out and down the hall.

The drive to the tower was a fast one and the team was quick to pile into the elevator to get to their respective floors to shower.

Steve held off on taking a shower even though he was covered in filth, instead stepping into Tony's penthouse. The kitchen counter was bare and all of Tony's blueprints were stacked neatly on the coffee table. The place was surprisingly clean, a sure sign that Tony hadn't left his room at all since Steve left for the mission two days ago.

Steve dropped his shield off beside Tony's bedroom door, heading inside and kicking his muddy boots off by the dresser.

The genius lay in bed surrounded by tissues; sniffling as he tapped away at the StarkPad in front of him. He was still dressed in the clothes he had been wearing before the blond had left.

Steve grabbed the yellow prescription bottle of pills off of Tony's dresser and sat on the grey silk sheets, next to his best friend. It felt good to sit down; he'd take care of the remains of the now settled dirt later.

He fished two pills out, handing them over to the brunet with a bottle of water that was set just off his bedside.

"How're you feeling," Steve asked as Tony passed the bottle back.

Bags bruised under the man's eyes, accenting a nose red enough to rival Rudolph. Steve fought down the urge to kiss the tip.

"Shitty," Tony grumbled, his stuffy nose making him sound congested. "And cold," he added as a shiver punctuated his words.

"C'mere," Steve shifted closer and Tony molded himself to his warm friend's side.

"Thanks," the smaller man muttered miserably as he rested his head on Steve's shoulder, letting out a shaky exhale.

"Give me that," Steve plucked the tablet out of Tony's hand and set it down beyond his reach. Tony tried anyway, leaning over Steve and making grabby hands at the sleek glass. After that didn't work, he resolved himself to pouting and fluttering his eyelashes.

Steve laughed, pulling the blanket up over them both despite the fact that he was still clad in his muddy Captain America regalia. He could take a shower after Tony dropped off to some much needed sleep.