In which the interviewer asks about the recent Stark-Rogers wedding, and Steve is watching at home and banging his head against the table.
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In which the interviewer asks about the recent Stark-Rogers wedding, and Steve is watching at home and banging his head against the table.
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“Tony Stark,” he says, and pauses, giving Tony a second or two not to run away screaming. “Will you. Do me the honour. Of becoming my husband?”
“Yep,” Tony blurts, and his knees hit the floor as he drags Steve in for a kiss.
From my fic.
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