"I know, baby." Tony muttered tiredly as he buried his face in Steve’s shoulder, his arms snaking around his waist. "I’d rather stay awake if I could." But as he spoke of staying awake, his eyes fluttered shut, much too heavy with sleep. And then he was falling asleep, cuddled close to Steve’s warm body. He was always able to sleep better when he was close to Steve. But there was a certain emptiness that he felt. Bruce was missing. Tony missed him greatly.
But he slept soundly and was waking up much sooner than he would have liked. He was up long before his alarm was set to go off. He just lay there in bed, listening to Steve’s breathing as he slept. He tried to keep his mind blank, nor wanting to think about having to be gone for so long. Or thinking about other things he’s been trying to avoid thinking about. One thing being Bruce and how h was supposed to being up the idea of the three of them being in a relationship to Steve.
Would Steve think that Tony’s been cheating on him this whole time if he said that he was already in a relationship with Bruce? Or that he’s been cheating on Bruce with Steve? It was a thought that made his stomach turn. It was going to be hard to explain but he could only hope that Steve would at least hear him out. He watched Steve for a moment longer before deciding to get up.
He carefully extracted himself from Steve’s embrace and made sure he was covered in the warm blanket before leaving their room. he yawned and scratched his stomach as he entered the kitchen, there he was greeted by the smell of coffee and the sight of Bruce leaning against the counter, his hair messy and a mug to his lips.
"Hey," Tony greeted lamely. He gazed at Bruce, a heavy weight in his chest. Did Bruce feel the strain? Did he resent Tony for putting him through all this because Tony was just too damned selfish that the couldn’t just be happy with one person? Or maybe Tony was just being hard on himself.
But Bruce did feel the strain but it was from always going to bed alone, being unable to see Tony how he used to. Not because he didn’t like that Tony was going through all this trouble. Bruce loved both Tony and Steve and wanted nothing more than for this to work out. But sometimes he felt that it was taking too long, that they should just dump it out into the open already.
"Hey." Bruce smiled slightly. "Did you talk to him yet?"
I— no.” Tony looked down, that weight in his chest only growing in size. He knew what Bruce meant without having to say it.
"Tony…" Bruce sighed with a disappointed tone.
"I know I know." He looked back up at Bruce looking at him apologetically. "When I get back, I’ll tell him. I promise. We’ll talk to him and just… hope it works out." Then he grabbed a mug of coffee and left to get ready, hating that he couldn’t even give Bruce a hug to show how thankful he was for letting Tony put him through all this.
Steve had no way of knowing that the same things that he worried over, Tony was finding himself worrying over as well. They were not exactly the best at communication at times, that much was true. It could be blamed on being terrified of losing one another, which was nothing to be ashamed of but when the reasoning was exactly the same, perhaps they ought to work on that whole conversing thing.
It did not take Steve long to recognize there was an absence in his bed even with Tony tucking the blanket around him. He woke, turning over to spread his hand over where Tony had been laying. With a little sigh, he pushed himself out of bed, tugging a shirt and some jeans on before moving towards the scent of coffee. He wondered if Tony had made some before he had left for his expo.
That question was answered when he made it to the kitchen, eyes still bleary with sleep he was missing. “Brucey,” He tried to say happily but it likely came out more as a grumble. If you ever asked Steve, he thought Bruce was most beautiful when he just woke up and his hair was a complete mess. Steve just wanted to take him back to bed and bury his face and hands in it. “You’re up early.” He says. “Have you eaten yet? Could make you some blueberry pancakes they’re T.. Tony's favorite.”
It would be fairly obvious all over his face that he was already missing Tony. Not that he was delighted with Bruce’s presence, because he definitely was. He loved spending time with Bruce, but it didn’t keep him from missing Tony and wish he were there as well. “Did you get to see him before he left?”