No More Punching Things (слэш)

“I need to go,” he rushed out.
He was still in his TAC uniform, but he had a set of workout clothes in the gym that he could grab.
“No,” Tony said slowly in a calm, infuriating voice, and Steve wanted to punch him, wanted to punch something, “come here.”
Steve snarled and bared his teeth in anger.
Tony just sat there calmly and nodded down at the kneeling pillow he had placed between his spread feet.
“No-”
“Now.”
Steve’s feet carried him to Tony at the order, shoes squeaking against the shiny floor as his mind fought his body’s need to obey.
“Kneel for me,” he ordered again, and Steve’s head shook as his knees gave out under him and he collapsed onto the pillow.
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Steve's fresh out of the ice, anxious, and to add a cherry on top of the situation, dropping after a mission in Central America. The only upside to the situation was Tony eager to help even though Steve hated that he had to ask for it.