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Being a Stark [Superfamily]

Chapter 25

"What should I do, Mr. Stark?"

"What we discussed, keep your distance!"

"But I can do more than that!" Tony never replied.

Peter’s lying on the ground in the middle of the airport, his mask slightly lifted from his face so he can catch his breath. Things are crap. Shit. It’s all fucked up, and now here he is, a pulsing ache in his head and his whole body about ready for him to fall asleep.

"I wish he wouldn’t have involved you, Spider-Man," Steve had said. Peter had snorted.

"I’m glad he did, because you two idiots really need to talk this out."

"There’s no time for that." The ‘fighting’ they’ve done could be closer to sparring, a normal training-session between the Avengers. Peter knows it was never Steve’s intention to have him smash his face against the pillar. The man even ran up to him to check if he was alright, feeling so guilty.

"Steve, please," Peter had muttered out, not bothering to mask his voice any longer. Steve had stopped in his tracks for a moment, clearly thinking. After that, he disappeared anyway. And Peter got back to his feet, deciding to annoy Sam and Barnes for a moment. Then there was the giant dude, the Star Wars reference that came too close to revealing who he really is – especially to Tony. Ever since Rhodey’s drop and Tony’s angry shout, he’s been lying on his back, waiting for Happy to come and pick him up.

"You're done, okay?" Tony had said. Peter had objected.

"But I can do more, I can still go!"

"I should never have pulled you into this, I'm sorry, kid."

"Mr. Stark! " He tried to stand up. He failed, instead dropping back down.

Not that the battle was exhausting, he’s been through worse. This was merely a training exercise gone wrong. But psychologically, the idea that their own friends would turn so easily against them? For one moment Peter regrets coming here. Because, for everything in the world, he would rather have not seen this.

But eventually he’s picked up, and brought back to the hotel room. Where he takes a long shower and decides to nap.

Things have massively gone to shit, Tony thinks as he’s standing behind the glass that separates him and Rhodey, currently in the MRI machine. Vision is behind him, hovering, giving his apologies. But saying ‘sorry’ doesn’t help Tony here.

All he can feel is this guilt; he’s dealt with it before, but now that his actions have affected somebody close to him – someone who might as well have been his brother – he’s almost close to just ripping his hair out in anger.

There had been no pleasure in letting the cops take in the rest of Steve’s team. That’s not what Tony wanted, after all. This, right here… this is the team completely fallen apart. He only wanted them to stay together.

And Steve… Tony has no idea where Steve has gone. With Barnes, the two have taken his quinjet and disappeared with it. And he knows he can track it down eventually, but in all honesty, Tony can’t bring himself to do that.

His phone rings. It’s Happy, asking if he should bring the kid back to the airport. Tony tells him that, yes, he should be getting home. He should never have been involved in this; he received some serious hits and seemed to limp a bit when he tried to walk. And the worst part is that Steve even held back, meaning that, if he wanted, he could have just killed the boy.

Not that he would have; Steve’s adoration for the Spider-Man almost equals his love for Peter; he wants to look out for him and teach him stuff. Steve would never intentionally hurt the boy.

Eventually, Tony leaves the examination room. They’re going to do more tests, but Tony can’t help with them. He can’t do anything to help his friend for now. The only thing he can do is make a promise that he will do everything in his might to make Rhodey walk again.

A promise he intends to keep, no matter how much money it’ll cost him.

“How’s he doing?” Natasha asks. Tony turns his head to the side a little bit, seeing her familiar curls standing next to him. She looks extremely unbruised, and her hair seems perfectly neat as always. Tony feels a shiver going through him upon seeing her.

“He’s feeling fine, aside for the fact that he’s paralyzed from the waist down,” he says bitterly. Natasha sighs and nods.

“This got seriously out of hand,” she tells him sadly.

“You let them go,” Tony points out to her. Natasha doesn’t flinch at all at the response. “T’Challa told them what you did. They’ll come after you.”

“I did what I had to do,” she says, no regret in her voice. “We went this the wrong way. There are other ways we can fix this. ”

“Oh, so you’re suddenly on my side now again? Your switching is giving me a whiplash.”

“I know you’re hurt for what happened between you and Steve, so I’m not going to take this personally,” Natasha tells him, though the look in her eyes does indicate that he hurt her somehow. Whatever, like he could care any less. “I suppose I’ll go underground for now, then. But, Tony… do your research, please? Try and at least figure out if Steve and James are on to something here.”

“James? You mean Barnes?” Tony asks, but when he turns around again, Natasha is already a good distance away. Watching her go, Tony is reminded once more of how broken their little team is. He rubs his painful wrist, remembering FRIDAY warning him about the contusions he got in the fight. Somehow, the wrist hurts the most.

Besides, rubbing the wrist keeps him from rubbing his chest.

The doctors insist on examining him as well, and eventually they give him a mitella to support his arm, not move his shoulder too much. Apparently, he hurt it pretty much as well, though he can’t really feel it right now.

Trying to call up Peter leads him to voicemail. The phone is turned off. He’ll try again later. Peter needs to know that he’s alright. Surely, some footage must have appeared on the news about their fight in the Leipzig airport.

There’s nothing from Steve. Of course, there isn’t.

Instead, all he gets is warning from FRIDAY, telling him that multiple things have come up. Viewing her findings on Barnes’ real psychiatrist found dead in a hotel room, Tony suddenly understands that Steve might have been right. Of course, his way of explaining it to him leaves much to be desired.

Coming to read up about a certain Helmut Zemo – another link to Sokovia, of course – Tony is already on the chopper that leads him to the Raft. He knows the Avengers are stuck in there – not his idea, more Ross’ – and he just needs a moment alone with one of them. He knows Clint is not going to talk – he’s too much of a child for that. Wanda… doubtful. Despite the fact that they manage to work together just fine, Wanda never really seemed to be trusting Tony at all. The shrinking dude, Tony simply doesn’t know. They’ve never introduced themselves to each other – more pressing matters at the time.

No, he knows that, if he wants to find anything, he needs to go to Wilson. And he knows just how he’s going to do that.

He’s not surprised that Ross refuses to listen to him when he came up with the facts. Ross doesn’t care about proving Barnes’ innocence. All he wants is him behind bars. Tony is not going to try to change his mind. He knows his facts, and knows, right now, what the right thing to do is.

And as long as Ross or any other of these guys don’t find out, there’s no harm in doing so. He’s good at doing things under the radar, after all.

Speaking to Wilson took less effort than he’d expected. The two of them respect each other, and they know where they stand. If Tony admits that he’s wrong, he knows that Sam will not take that lightly. Because Tony never admits that he’s wrong.

“He’s going to Siberia to find the other Winter Soldiers,” Wilson says. Tony shivers, remembering how Steve vaguely mentioned something about more of them back in Leipzig. But they were a bit too pre-occupied to talk it out, of course.

“Barnes is with him, isn’t he?” Tony asks, already knowing the answer.

“Yes, but if they’re too late, they’ll be severely outnumbered,” Sam admits. “Tony, he’s been driving himself crazy these past few days. Even yesterday before… everything… that CIA agent, Carter… she kissed him, and all he did was cry. He actually scared her.”

“Hmm, my cousin kissed my man? That’s something to bring up during the next family dinner,” Tony mutters out. “He didn’t kiss her back, though, right?”

“Stark, is this really the right moment?”

“Of course it isn’t. I’ll just go help my… boyfriend… I suppose,” Tony says, uncertainly. Wilson just smirks at the word, but luckily doesn’t comment on it. By the time the audio is back on, Tony is already walking away.

Getting to his chopper, he’s followed by a suspicious looking Thaddeus Ross, who is doing the exact opposite of laughing.

“Stark! Did he give you anything on Rogers?” the man asks.

“Nope, told me to go to Hell, but I’m going to the compound instead. But you can call me any time; I’ll put you on hold, I like to watch the light blink.”

Giving Ross a playful smirk, he knows he’s gotten himself out of this one for now. Keeping eye-contact with the former General, Tony waits until the chopper is back into the rainy sky before relaxing completely. Pulling the mitella off, Tony counts down ten more seconds before taking a deep breath.

Without warning the pilot, he drops his finger down on the button, immediately feeling his latest suit surround him in his safe Iron Man cocoon. When he’s dropped into the air, he doesn’t feel cold. The drops don’t touch his skin, and his sight is not filled with little wet lines.

Instructing FRIDAY to get him to Siberia, Tony Stark flies himself over the ocean, knowing extremely well that, if he’s discovered, he might end up with his former teammates in one of these cells.

Of course, this is Steve, so there’s no really any question.

“FRIDAY, can you call Peter for me one last time?” Tony asks.

“Of course, sir,” the AI answers, and a picture of Peter comes up on the screen with ‘dialing’ written on top of it. It goes over for three more tones until, finally, somebody picks up.

“Hello?”

“Peter? It’s me. How are you doing?”

“I’m, uh, I’m fine. How’s it going with you?” Peter asks, voice shaking a bit. Tony frowns. Is Peter running somewhere? He sounds like he’s just ran a marathon.

“I’m okay. Almost ready to come back home. Will you be at the tower when I get back?” Tony doesn’t really want to wait any longer to see him; but first he has to finish this thing for Steve. Of course, he can’t tell him that over the phone; he’s got no clue who might be listening in.

“Sure, I can be there. Will Steve be there, too?”

Oh, Tony wishes he could say ‘yes’, but after Leipzig, the chances of Steve being allowed to come home are limited. He’s deliberately ran away from the law, meaning that he’s going to be searched everywhere. The moment they catch him, they’ll just put him in the Raft along with the others. Another shiver passes through Tony at the idea that they’re all stuck there.

That place was designed for people like Loki, or the Mandarin. The Avengers shouldn’t be in there…

“I can’t promise you that, son,” Tony admits. “I’m going to try and see what I can do, though.”

“Okay. Just… be safe, okay?”

“Of course, Peter. I’ll see you soon.”

And then they hang up.

After a few hours, Tony finally arrives to the coordinates Wilson gave him. At first he doesn’t see much other than snow – luckily the suit has its own heating system, otherwise he’s seriously underdressed. Eventually, he spots the quinjet, and another vehicle close to what seems like an underground bunker. When he comes down next to the quinjet, he can see that the footprints aren’t that old – they’re still pretty deep, not yet covered by freshly fallen snow.

The door is open now. Steve or Barnes must have left it like that, not bothering to close it. It might be for the best, too, in case they need to make a quick exit.

There are minimal lights on. With the place having been abandoned for who knows how many years, it’s been pretty neglected when it comes to maintenance. There’s dust everywhere, and cobwebs in every corner on the ceiling. Tony tries his best to keep away from those.

Following the hallway – there’s not much else to go to – he comes to an elevator shaft. The elevator is going down; somebody’s in there. Tony opens up the doors and lets the suit bring him down. There’s a loud thud once he reaches down on the car.

Opening the latch on the ceiling, Tony drops himself into the elevator without bothering to lower the noise; at least that way Steve and Barnes are warned about his arrival. He doesn’t want to sneak up on them.

He’s not surprised when a large gun – is that one from Natasha’s collection? – is pointed at him. Barnes is standing on the stairs, Steve is still on the ground, keeping his shield in front of him. Tony can see him lower it the moment he sees him walking inside.

“You seem a little defensive?” Tony says, trying to lighten the mood a little bit. Steve takes a few steps forward as well, keeping his shield in front of him. Tony is almost feeling insulted that Steve would think he would just attack him like that.

Of course, then he remembers Leipzig, and he knows Steve’s reaction is there for a reason.

“It’s been a long day,” Steve says, and lord, how does hearing his voice melt Tony from the inside. It hasn’t been that long, but Tony still feels like he hasn’t heard it in over ten years or so. He’s so close to just pulling Steve into a strong hug, but he’s too aware of Barnes pointing his gun at his face.

“At ease, soldier, I’m not currently after you,” Tony tells the man behind Steve, but Bucky doesn’t relax.

“Then why are you here?” Steve asks, curiously, still with his shield up. Tony shrugs, leaning himself against the wall and crossing his arms.

“Maybe your story’s not so crazy,” Tony admits, offering Steve a small smile. “Ross has no idea I’m here, and I’d like to keep it that way. Otherwise I would have to arrest myself.”

Steve smirks a bit. “That sounds like a lot of paperwork,” he jokes, and Tony chuckles a bit as well. Then, Steve finally lowers the shield, taking another step towards the other man. Tony keeps himself where he’s standing, trying not to appear too eager. “It’s good to see you, Tony.”

“Yeah, well, I was missing my man. Heard some news about him getting into a lip lock with my cousin? Needed to know from the original source, though,” Tony tries. He can see Steve’s cheeks redden at the mention of that, and even Barnes snorts from behind them, though keeping the gun up. “Hey, Manchurian candidate, you’re killing me. There’s a truce here, you can drop- it’s just typical banter between the two of us!”

Steve motions for Barnes to lower the gun, which he does, eyes still resting on Tony carefully, like he’s preparing himself for another attack.

“Tony, about the kiss-“ Steve starts, but Tony holds up his hand.

“Don’t sweat it, Wilson told me all about it. I suppose I should have warned you about her little crush on you before she assaulted those perfect lips with hers,” Tony assures him. Then he lets the gauntlet of his suit pull away, letting his bare hand into the cold air of the hallway. Without hesitation, he leans forward to rest his fingers onto Steve’s cheek.

“I don’t like fighting,” Steve admits. Tony smiles lightly.

“Let’s agree to talk more in the future, okay?” he suggests. “That’s what people do when they love each other, remember?” Steve nods lightly with a smile on his lips, putting his own gloved hand on top of Tony’s. They stand there for a few long seconds until Barnes clears his throat from behind them.

“Uh, guys? Room full of Winter Soldiers? About to be awakened?”

“Oh, right,” Steve says, pulling his hand away. Tony copies him, letting his gauntlet surround his hand once again. Then he puts the helmet back up. “Lead the way, Bucky.”

Eventually, because Tony is the best protected of all of them, he suggests going first. With his right hand raised and ready to shoot, he walks ahead of them to where Barnes tells him to go. They pass some more rooms, finding some broken windows and destruction at some places. Tony can see Barnes is feeling extremely ill at ease being back here.

“So, uh… you two are, uh, together?” Barnes asks, obviously trying to lighten the mood. He speaks in a hushed voice, but probably still loud enough for people to hear them. If his plan is to sneak up on them, he’s obviously not doing it right.

“Yeah, uh, sorry I didn’t tell you. It wasn’t really a good time to bring it up,” Steve says apologetically. Tony understands what he means; he wasn’t sure if there was even a relationship to mention in the first place.

“We’re practically raising my teenage son together,” Tony adds playfully. Barnes frowns at that, still keeping his gun up.

“You have a son? That wasn’t on the internet?” he asks. Tony just snorts.

“Look honey! He’s capable of looking things up on the internet! Maybe eventually you will learn, too!” Best to bring back the banter; right now, he feels like that all he can bring up, really. There will be a time for a more serious talk, but right now, that’s not it.

“What’s his name?” Barnes asks. It’s Steve who answers.

“Peter. He became seventeen last month,” he says proudly. Then he goes through his pocket and picks up a photograph. Tony knows which one it is; Peter is at the table in front of a large birthday cake. Steve and Tony are on Peter’s right, and May on his left. They’re all laughing, while the other Avengers are celebrating along.

It was a good day. Back then, there weren’t any worries about the accords. Crap, Tony shouldn’t have signed. None of them should have. They should just have all come together and discussed the best course of action. Maybe they still can…

Entering a large, open room, Tony’s screen suddenly indicates the presence of heat signatures. Immediately, his mind goes into alert, and he stands still, motioning for both Steve and Barnes to hold still for a moment.

“I got heat signatures,” he warns. Barnes lifts up the gun again, preparing himself for an attack.

“How many?” he asks, almost sounding deadly, reminding him a bit of Natasha during a mission.

“Uh,” Tony gets out, squinting a bit, not knowing if he’s reading this right. “One,” he adds, uncertain. He’s pretty sure that can’t be correct, but it’s exactly what his sensors are seeing.

As they walk further inside, a couple of yellow lights turn on. Barnes tenses up next to him, and Tony realizes they must be cryo-tubes. There are people inside of them, but as far as he can see they’re not moving. It could be a trap, he realizes.

White damp comes out of the tubes, indicating that they’ve been opened. In the middle of the room there’s a device Barnes seem to actively avoid looking at. Seeing it from a bit closer, Tony figures it must be what they’ve used to control this man’s mind.

No wonder he’s so ill at ease.

Seeing the screens that come with the tubes, Tony frowns. With slow steps, the three of them move forward. Now that he’s closer, he sees that they’re heart-monitors, showing the heart-function. Only, this one is flatlining. And the other one, too. And the other one…

“If it’s any comfort, they died in their sleep,” a voice says through some sort of intercom. Steve, who is now walking in the front, stands still. Tony keeps his hand raised, ready to shoot. Barnes is doing the same thing, looking into the capsule next to him. The person inside has been shot in the head. “Did you really think I wanted more of you?”

“What the hell?” Barnes whispers, seeming even more nervous than before. Tony wonders how long it’ll be until he snaps and just starts shooting everywhere in hope to eventually hit the guy.

“I’m grateful to them, though. They brought you here,” Zemo continues, suddenly lighting up a control room he’s hiding inside of. Out of reflex, Steve throws his shield towards him, but it bounces off the wall and comes back to him without having caused any damage. “Please, Captain. The Soviets built this chamber to withstand the launch blast of UR-100 rockets.”

“I’m betting I could beat that,” Tony adds, attempting to lighten the mood.

“Oh, I’m sure you could, Mr. Stark. Given time,” the man admits. “But then you’d never know why you came.”

And that silences Tony a bit. Even as Steve and Zemo start talking, discussing the things he’s done, Tony’s mind keeps on rolling, putting everything in order and trying to see anything that would make sense.

You’d never know why you came. It feels like a warning? Like a threat? Barnes and Steve don’t seem as concerned about it, seeming just ready to shoot the moment he comes out. But Tony isn’t them, and while they would just enjoy bringing the guy in without letting him speak further, all Tony can think about is the truth.

Did Zemo WANT me here?

“I lost everyone, and so will you,” Zemo warns, and it’s that sentence that pulls Tony’s attention back up. Inside his cabin, Zemo presses a button. Next to Steve, an ancient screen starts playing something. On it, a date is written down. All he can really read are the numbers sixteen and 1991. As Zemo continues talking, Tony nears the screen when a security feed of a secluded road is shown.

On the left corner, the date is written.

December 16, 1991.

“I know that road,” Tony utters out, feeling his heart suddenly pick up a few paces. Anxiously, he looks down at the cassette tape that’s currently playing. Then he turns back to the cabin. “What is this?!” he demands.

But Zemo doesn’t answer.

His throat wells up when his dad’s favorite car crashes against the tree. He blinks when a dark figure – with a familiar metal arm – comes into the image. He’s aware of Steve looking at him instead of the video. He doesn’t care.

Because he’s watching his father dying. The man on the ground, begging for his attacked to help his wife – Tony’s mother. Howard recognizing Sergeant Barnes. Tony then looks up at Barnes, who is doing everything he can to keep his eyes away, looking as if he’s reliving his worst nightmare. Their eyes only meet shortly. On the screen, Howard Stark then gets pounded in the face with a metal fist. Tony closes his eyes when he’s sure his father is dead. Then his breath speeds up again at the thought that his mother is next.

Tony’s mother, who shouting in the car, begging for help. Calling out for Howard, in worry.

Not my mother, he thinks. He should know it’s useless. Not my mother.

But his mother still got the air strangled out of her. After that, the video ends with Barnes aiming towards the camera. After that, it’s only static, which represents exactly how Tony is feeling inside right now.

In a fast movement, Tony lunges towards Barnes, only to have Steve’s strong arms stopping him before he can even get to the man – the murderer.

“Tony!” Steve shouts, trying to get his attention. Tony takes a few shaky breaths, feeling his eyes sting. Eventually, he turns towards Steve, feeling just ready to reach inside his own chest and just rip his heart out. That would be less painless than what he’d just seen.

“Did you know?” he asks, because he needs to know. He needs to know if Steve deliberately didn’t tell him about this. If Steve was aware that his parents were, in fact, murdered instead of just uncareful on the road.

“Tony, I can explain-“ Steve starts, but Tony slaps Steve’s hand away from him. No, no, no, no!

“Don’t bullshit me, Rogers! Did you know?”

Steve stays quiet for a few seconds. Then, he closes his eyes, lowers his head and nods.

“Yes,” he admits. Tony lets out another shaking breath, nodding in understanding – not really – before shaking his head.

“Why didn’t you- how could you-?”

“I wanted to tell you when you were better,” Steve defends himself sadly. “You were having such a hard time, and I didn’t think you would-“

“THAT WAS MY MOTHER!” Tony shouts through his tears, pushing Steve away from him, feeling close to just punch him in the face.

But he doesn’t. Instead, he turns around and directs his anger towards Barnes.

There’s a fight. It’s messy. Tony can’t really say what’s happening because everything is moving too fast. With red anger flashing in his vision, he seemingly sees everything happening at once. First, there’s Steve trying to pull him away from Barnes. Then he’s warning Barnes to get out, and Tony misses only barely. Barnes tries to escape, Tony chases after him.

He stops thinking about it when Steve smashes his left boot.

It’s just a blur, the only thing he’s feeling is anger. Anger for his mother, anger for his father. All directed towards this single man in front of him. The man Steve seems so desperate to rescue.

“This isn’t gonna change what happened,” somebody says in between. Tony doesn’t know who or when. I don’t care, he answers – or at least he thinks he does. He killed my mom.

FRIDAY is desperately trying to tell him something. Tony’s answer is automatic. Before he knows it, he’s punching back. Barnes is on the ground; who is he fighting with?

Oh, it’s Steve… For a few seconds, Tony stops, looking at the figure on the ground, spitting away some blood.

“Please, Tony. He’s my friend,” Steve begs of him. Or at least, Tony thinks he does. He hears the words, but doesn’t really see Steve’s face move. Is he going mad?

And what was I? he thinks. Or maybe he says it. He’s not sure.

“You know what you are. Stop fighting, let us talk this through. People who love each other, talk, remember?”

You should have talked one year ago. Tony doesn’t know what he’s thinking and what he’s saying anymore. It doesn’t matter. The adrenaline is still too high.

There’s more movement, but Tony’s mind seems to clear at least slightly when he’s lying down on the ground, Steve sitting on top of him. At first, he’s confused as to how he got here in this position. Barnes lying down on the ground, metal arm missing… it explains a bit.

He’s only just barely capable of thinking, before a round, vibranium shield is striking down right into the suit’s arc reactor. Only then does Tony notice that he’s no longer wearing his helmet. Did he lose it in the fight?

Horrified, out of breath and with a heart beating too fast, Tony looks up at Steve, who seems equally shocked by what just happened. Then, Steve pulls the shield away, throwing it to the side and leaning down onto his elbows as he tries to catch his breath.

“Tony, I’m so- I’m sorry! I’m so, so sorry,” he keeps on muttering against his own wrist. Tony, still too shocked to move, tries to control his breathing first.

“Steve, I-“ he starts, but he chokes, his eyes stinging and a sob escaping. He turns his head to the side, squeezing his eyes shut in an attempt to stop the tears. He fails at it. With Steve still sitting on top of him, the two men cry it out.

Then, suddenly, Steve moves up, grabbing Tony’s face in his hands and turning him back until they’re looking at each other. Their eyes meet, Steve shakes his head.

“I shouldn’t- I just- I don’t want to lose you,” Steve admits shakily. “I l- love you, and I’m sorry.”

Tony pulls out of Steve’s grip and tries to turn around, get into a seating position. He needs to get out of here, needs to go home, somewhere… Peter! Peter can keep him grounded. Peter can make sure that he won’t do anything stupid.

Anything more, at least.

Steve eventually lets go of him and pulls away as well, watching how Tony comes to sit up. Both breathing heavily, Steve tries desperately to catch Tony’s eyes while Tony does his best to avoid Steve’s.

He can’t face him; not now. Too much has happened. Even looking at Steve’s face and realizing that he’s the one that brought that blood there…

How is he any different from his father? At least Howard didn’t beat Tony’s mother… Did that make him better than Tony?

“Tony?” Steve asks. Tony waves his hand once into the air, somewhere in Barnes’ direction.

“Just- go. Take him and go,” Tony breathes out, leaning heavily on his right hand. His left arm is aching in every possible way, and he’s pretty sure he made that contusion even worse. His doctor is going to love him…

“Tony-“ Steve starts. Tony shakes his head.

“I need to- I need to see Peter,” he says. When he tries to make his suit move, fly away, it seems like it can’t. Looking down, he remembers the arc reactor being destroyed.

At least it’s not the only think keeping Tony alive anymore. Surely, Steve knew that.

Pushing himself off the ground, Tony passes Barnes’ by on the ground. He’s unmoving, but one look at him indicates that he’s still conscious. Whatever, Tony doesn’t really care anymore. He reaches to his sides searching for his manual handle to take off the suit. In one swift motion, it opens up, and out of it falls Tony.

The drop on the ground isn’t pleasurable. Leaving the suit behind and walking away from Steve hurts even more.

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