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<|text|> <|example|> fingers tighter around larger hand and without a single word, he tugs, waiting for Steve to take a step forth when he doesn’t follow. <|indexes|> 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 | <|example|> of sharp chilli in his tongue is very distracting, albeit, incredibly delicious. <|indexes|> 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 | <|example|> whoosh. <|indexes|> 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 | <|example|> scanning the hallway. <|indexes|> 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 | <|example|> smug bastard to his faux innocent puppy eyes burrowing into his comforter wrap. <|indexes|> 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 |

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<|output|> <|example|> <|indexes|> 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 | <|example|> of sharp chilli in his tongue is very distracting, albeit, incredibly delicious <|indexes|> 0 |

<|text|> <|example|> scanning the hallway. <|indexes|> 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 | <|example|> smug bastard to his faux innocent puppy eyes burrowing into his comforter wrap. <|indexes|> 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 | <|example|> was supposed to be our secret?” he asks acting hurt and Tony turns his full-face grin at the man, giving Steve the kiss he swoops in for. <|indexes|> 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 | <|example|> proud of - do you have any idea how many squats they cost? - and he'd obviously insured. <|indexes|> 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 | <|example|> spies, I thought it would annul the dumb part of initiating a relationship a.k.a jealously, assumptions and misunderstandings but boy, was I so wrong.” <|indexes|> 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 | <|example|> he’s confident that his voice won’t give him away, he says, “Nope.” <|indexes|> 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 | <|example|> were stars reflected on his eyes; bright and sparkling, excited to take on a brand-new journey with Tony in life because he loved Tony that much. <|indexes|> 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 | <|example|> hear bullshit coming forth, “I can’t guarantee you anything at this point. I’m doing my part, his body is doing it’s -,” she wavers, her lashes flutter and then something shifts in her. <|indexes|> 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 | <|example|> crouched in front of his toolbox, next to his unfinished motorbike, clearly working on its construction still. <|indexes|> 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 | <|example|> care to pinpoint the time then. The second one, I felt it, in the bunker.” <|indexes|> 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 |

<|output|> <|example|> scanning the hallway. <|indexes|> 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 |

<|output|> <|example|> <|indexes|> 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 | <|example|> was supposed to be our secret?” he asks acting hurt and Tony turns his full-face grin at the man, giving Steve the kiss he swoops in for <|indexes|> 0 0 |

<|text|> <|example|> proud of - do you have any idea how many squats they cost? - and he'd obviously insured. <|indexes|> 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 | <|example|> spies, I thought it would annul the dumb part of initiating a relationship a.k.a jealously, assumptions and misunderstandings but boy, was I so wrong.” <|indexes|> 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 | <|example|> he’s confident that his voice won’t give him away, he says, “Nope.” <|indexes|> 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 | <|example|> were stars reflected on his eyes; bright and sparkling, excited to take on a brand-new journey with Tony in life because he loved Tony that much. <|indexes|> 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 | <|example|> hear bullshit coming forth, “I can’t guarantee you anything at this point. I’m doing my part, his body is doing it’s -,” she wavers, her lashes flutter and then something shifts in her. <|indexes|> 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 | <|example|> crouched in front of his toolbox, next to his unfinished motorbike, clearly working on its construction still. <|indexes|> 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 | <|example|> care to pinpoint the time then. The second one, I felt it, in the bunker.” <|indexes|> 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 |

<|output|> <|example|> proud of - do you have any idea how many squats they cost? - and he'd obviously insured. <|indexes|> 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 |

<|output|> <|example|> The second one, I felt it, in the bunker <|indexes|> 0 |

<|text|> <|example|> were stars reflected on his eyes; bright and sparkling, excited to take on a brand-new journey with Tony in life because he loved Tony that much. <|indexes|> 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 | <|example|> hear bullshit coming forth, “I can’t guarantee you anything at this point. I’m doing my part, his body is doing it’s -,” she wavers, her lashes flutter and then something shifts in her. <|indexes|> 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 | <|example|> crouched in front of his toolbox, next to his unfinished motorbike, clearly working on its construction still. <|indexes|> 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 | <|example|> care to pinpoint the time then. The second one, I felt it, in the bunker.” <|indexes|> 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 | <|example|> Barton like a limb). <|indexes|> 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 | <|example|> had become a hideous thing. Like Tony’s and Steve’s. <|indexes|> 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 |

<|output|> <|example|> were stars reflected on his eyes; bright and sparkling, excited to take on a brand-new journey with Tony in life because he loved Tony that much. <|indexes|> 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 |

<|output|> <|example|> I’m doing my part, his body is doing it’s -,” she wavers, her lashes flutter and then something shifts in her <|indexes|> 0 |

<|text|> <|example|> care to pinpoint the time then. The second one, I felt it, in the bunker.” <|indexes|> 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 | <|example|> Barton like a limb). <|indexes|> 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 | <|example|> had become a hideous thing. Like Tony’s and Steve’s. <|indexes|> 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 | <|example|> Which was why,” She pauses and inhales sharply. <|indexes|> 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 | <|example|> alcohol too rapidly for Bucky to drown in it. He may sink but he can never drown. <|indexes|> 0 0 0 0 <|example|> It marked another shift in Iron Man’s relationship with the Avengers. And if Tony became particularly susceptible to Captain Rogers, with his earnest expressions and too-gentle actions and too-blue eyes… <|indexes|> 1 1 1 1 1 1 1 1 1 1 1 | <|example|> public-friendly veneer of heroism. While they didn’t quite reach comic book levels of gimmick with their public relations campaigns and attire, they each came with their own iconic almost-kid-friendly “looks”. Thor with his electroshock projectile XREP weapon nicknamed Mjolnir, for example. Or Hawkeye, who supplemented his more standard array of dagger, semi-automatics, and trench knives with a collection of surprisingly effective modern crossbows. <|indexes|> 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 |

<|output|> <|example|> care to pinpoint the time then. The second one, I felt it, in the bunker.” <|indexes|> 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 <|example|> It marked another shift in Iron Man’s relationship with the Avengers. And if Tony became particularly susceptible to Captain Rogers, with his earnest expressions and too-gentle actions and too-blue eyes… <|indexes|> 1 1 1 1 1 1 1 1 1 1 1 1 1 1 1 1 1 1 1 1 1 1 1 1 1 1 1 1 |

<|output|> <|example|> Or Hawkeye, who supplemented his more standard array of dagger, semi-automatics, and trench knives with a collection of surprisingly effective modern crossbows <|indexes|> 0 |

<|text|> <|example|> Which was why,” She pauses and inhales sharply. <|indexes|> 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 | <|example|> alcohol too rapidly for Bucky to drown in it. He may sink but he can never drown. <|indexes|> 0 0 0 0 <|example|> It marked another shift in Iron Man’s relationship with the Avengers. And if Tony became particularly susceptible to Captain Rogers, with his earnest expressions and too-gentle actions and too-blue eyes… <|indexes|> 1 1 1 1 1 1 1 1 1 1 1 | <|example|> public-friendly veneer of heroism. While they didn’t quite reach comic book levels of gimmick with their public relations campaigns and attire, they each came with their own iconic almost-kid-friendly “looks”. Thor with his electroshock projectile XREP weapon nicknamed Mjolnir, for example. Or Hawkeye, who supplemented his more standard array of dagger, semi-automatics, and trench knives with a collection of surprisingly effective modern crossbows. <|indexes|> 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 | <|example|> The Avengers had found him on private property, looming over the body of a fresh homicide victim clad only in boxers. His raised gauntlet was good as a smoking gun. Even <|indexes|> 0 0 0 0 0 <|example|> Rogers doesn’t bother, making it clear that he’s only in here because he wanted to corner Tony. “Do you have another copy?” He asks, glancing at the shifting numbers as the elevator moves and he turns to Tony urgently, “The other me. He said something and I -,” he pauses, blue eyes bright and searching and Tony tries hard not to blink, as surprised as he is by this new information. <|indexes|> 1 1 1 1 1 1 1 1 | <|example|> when Rogers corners him just outside the workshop post Saturday dinner. <|indexes|> 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 | <|example|> it all. <|indexes|> 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 | <|example|> Thunderbolt Ross himself had overseen the draft to. <|indexes|> 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 | <|example|> to determination. <|indexes|> 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 | <|example|> bright yellow ball of energy makes a landing right in front of him. <|indexes|> 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 |

<|output|> <|example|> Which was why,” She pauses and inhales sharply. <|indexes|> 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 <|example|> It marked another shift in Iron Man’s relationship with the Avengers. And if Tony became particularly susceptible to Captain Rogers, with his earnest expressions and too-gentle actions and too-blue eyes… <|indexes|> 1 1 1 1 1 1 1 1 1 1 1 1 1 1 1 1 1 1 1 1 1 1 1 1 1 1 1 1 1 1 1 1 1 <|indexes|> 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 |

<|output|> <|example|> <|indexes|> 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 | <|example|> Thunderbolt Ross himself had overseen the draft to <|indexes|> 0 0 |

<|text|> <|example|> The Avengers had found him on private property, looming over the body of a fresh homicide victim clad only in boxers. His raised gauntlet was good as a smoking gun. Even <|indexes|> 0 0 0 0 0 <|example|> Rogers doesn’t bother, making it clear that he’s only in here because he wanted to corner Tony. “Do you have another copy?” He asks, glancing at the shifting numbers as the elevator moves and he turns to Tony urgently, “The other me. He said something and I -,” he pauses, blue eyes bright and searching and Tony tries hard not to blink, as surprised as he is by this new information. <|indexes|> 1 1 1 1 1 1 1 1 | <|example|> when Rogers corners him just outside the workshop post Saturday dinner. <|indexes|> 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 | <|example|> it all. <|indexes|> 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 | <|example|> Thunderbolt Ross himself had overseen the draft to. <|indexes|> 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 | <|example|> to determination. <|indexes|> 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 |

<|output|> <|example|> The Avengers had found him on private property, looming over the body of a fresh homicide victim clad only in boxers. His raised gauntlet was good as a smoking gun. Even <|indexes|> 0 0 0 0 0 <|example|> Rogers doesn’t bother, making it clear that he’s only in here because he wanted to corner Tony. “Do you have another copy?” He asks, glancing at the shifting numbers as the elevator moves and he turns to Tony urgently, “The other me. He said something and I -,” he pauses, blue eyes bright and searching and Tony tries hard not to blink, as surprised as he is by this new information. <|indexes|> 1 1 1 1 1 1 1 1 1 1 1 1 1 1 1 1 1 1 1 1 1 1 1 1 1 1 1 1 1 1 1 1 1 1 1 1 1 1 1 1 1 1 1 1 1 1 1 1 1 1 1 1 1 1 1 1 1 1 1 1 1 1 1 1 1 1 1 1 1 1 1 1 1 1 1 1 1 1 1 1 1 1 1 1 1 1 |

<|output|> <|example|> <|indexes|> 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 | <|indexes|> 0 0 |

<|text|> <|example|> Thunderbolt Ross himself had overseen the draft to. <|indexes|> 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 | <|example|> to determination. <|indexes|> 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 | <|example|> bright yellow ball of energy makes a landing right in front of him. <|indexes|> 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 | <|example|> be honest, Tony doesn’t know how much longer he can last before he caves in. <|indexes|> 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 | <|example|> the man mess up another measurement in the test tube and he asks with careful casualty, “Is something bothering you?” <|indexes|> 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 <|example|> Tony shakes his head, serious. He takes the last cherry between his forefinger and thumb, holds it up to Steve’s face. “Open your mouth,” he says, and it almost gets lost in the wind. <|indexes|> 1 1 1 1 | <|example|> most altruistic way, and altruistic in the most selfish way. <|indexes|> 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 |

<|output|> <|example|> Thunderbolt Ross himself had overseen the draft to. <|indexes|> 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 <|example|> Tony shakes his head, serious. He takes the last cherry between his forefinger and thumb, holds it up to Steve’s face. “Open your mouth,” he says, and it almost gets lost in the wind. <|indexes|> 1 1 1 1 1 1 1 1 1 1 1 1 1 1 1 1 1 1 1 |

<|output|> <|example|> <|indexes|> 1 1 1 1 | <|example|> most altruistic way, and altruistic in the most selfish way <|indexes|> 0 0 |

<|text|> <|example|> be honest, Tony doesn’t know how much longer he can last before he caves in. <|indexes|> 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 | <|example|> the man mess up another measurement in the test tube and he asks with careful casualty, “Is something bothering you?” <|indexes|> 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 <|example|> Tony shakes his head, serious. He takes the last cherry between his forefinger and thumb, holds it up to Steve’s face. “Open your mouth,” he says, and it almost gets lost in the wind. <|indexes|> 1 1 1 1 | <|example|> most altruistic way, and altruistic in the most selfish way. <|indexes|> 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 | <|example|> code, and…” <|indexes|> 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 <|example|> This is why, Tony reminds himself. This was why he didn’t ask for that hug earlier. Because once he’d got Bucky in his arms, he won’t be able to let go. Ever. <|indexes|> 1 1 1 | <|example|> as much too.” <|indexes|> 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 | <|example|> blanket he’s wrapped around in, but it’s still there and it brings forth a rush of memories from the back of his head; Rhodey calling out on Tony for hiding about it to Steve, Steve telling how Nat should tell Barnes about Bruce because it builds trust, Pepper recounting the mess they’ve been through all while Tony sat there and found out for the first time that Steve had been around it all. <|indexes|> 0 <|example|> The thought brought with it an impossibly heavy feeling. The weight of it all, impossible to ignore; a physical presence in the space between them. And Tony— <|indexes|> 1 1 1 1 1 1 1 1 1 1 1 | <|example|> in android tech but also a historic gallery full of mocks, display models, and innovative systems sundry in a colorful, interactive chronology of CyberLife’s explosive growth. <|indexes|> 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 | <|example|> to what was, at the end of the day, Criminal Misconduct charges via Banned Misuse of Humanoid Mechanatronics. <|indexes|> 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 | <|example|> a deviant pink-haired WR-400 “Traci”—the popular female-coded sex doll. She, too, was unusually intact with her crushed voice box, rattling esophageal component, and a thick slash across her face broken only by a scavenged optical unit. The collection of dismantled WR-400s and HR-400s around her testified the source of her comparative wholeness. <|indexes|> 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 | <|example|> he didn’t have a body count? Ludicrous. At the very least, he’d killed dozens in his escape from the Chop Shop. He’d killed Stane with his own hands. And if one counted the thousands of androids that <|indexes|> 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 |

<|output|> <|example|> be honest, Tony doesn’t know how much longer he can last before he caves in. <|indexes|> 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 <|example|> Tony shakes his head, serious. He takes the last cherry between his forefinger and thumb, holds it up to Steve’s face. “Open your mouth,” he says, and it almost gets lost in the wind. <|indexes|> 1 1 1 1 1 1 1 1 1 1 1 1 1 1 1 1 1 1 1 1 1 1 1 1 1 1 1 1 1 1 1 <|indexes|> 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 <|example|> The thought brought with it an impossibly heavy feeling. The weight of it all, impossible to ignore; a physical presence in the space between them. And Tony— <|indexes|> 2 2 2 2 2 2 2 2 2 2 2 2 2 2 2 2 2 2 2 2 2 2 2 2 2 2 2 2 2 2 2 2 2 2 2 2 2 2 2 2 2 2 2 2 2 2 2 2 2 2 2 2 2 2 2 2 2 2 2 2 2 2 2 2 2 2 2 2 2 2 2 2 2 2 |

<|output|> <|example|> <|indexes|> 1 1 1 1 | <|example|> most altruistic way, and altruistic in the most selfish way <|indexes|> 0 |

<|text|> <|example|> Tony waits until the gym clears out. He knows Steve stays behind without a miss to clean up after them. <|indexes|> 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 <|example|> His central processors collided with the inside of his physical self’s frame. The coolant gel that substituted for cranial fluid was enough to slow, but not entirely halt, the damaging impact. <|indexes|> 1 1 1 1 1 1 1 1 1 1 1 1 <|example|> Everything goes quiet inside Steve’s head. There’s only him and the comfort of a repetitive gesture, of a familiar taste. <|indexes|> 2 2 2 2 2 2 2 2 2 2 2 2 2 2 2 2 2 2 2 2 2 2 2 2 2 2 2 2 2 2 2 2 2 2 2 2 2 2 2 2 2 2 2 2 2 2 2 2 2 2 2 2 2 2 2 2 2 2 2 2 | | <|example|> in the morning, I want to kiss you awake, I want to kiss you to sleep, I want to burn omelets trying to make you breakfasts in bed, I want to hold you, do all those juvenile things teenagers do, bring you to Disneyland, see you smile, see you laugh and I want to be the reason why -,” <|indexes|> 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 <|example|> His central processors collided with the inside of his physical self’s frame. The coolant gel that substituted for cranial fluid was enough to slow, but not entirely halt, the damaging impact. <|indexes|> 1 1 1 1 1 1 1 1 1 1 1 1 <|example|> Everything goes quiet inside Steve’s head. There’s only him and the comfort of a repetitive gesture, of a familiar taste. <|indexes|> 2 2 2 2 2 2 2 2 2 2 2 2 2 2 2 2 2 2 2 2 2 2 2 2 2 2 2 2 2 2 2 2 2 2 2 2 2 2 2 2 2 2 | | <|example|> so absurd that it doesn’t even deserve to be considered at all. <|indexes|> 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 <|example|> They look at each other again; Steve and Tony. Parting with a barely bitten smile, mindful of Rhodey. <|indexes|> 1 1 1 1 1 1 1 1 1 1 1 1 1 1 1 1 1 1 1 1 1 1 1 1 1 1 1 1 1 1 1 1 1 1 1 1 1 1 1 1 | | <|example|> the bottom of his stomach. He might have to live with it for the rest of his life, and the sheer possibility fills him with a dread that no bravery can ease. <|indexes|> 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 <|example|> They look at each other again; Steve and Tony. Parting with a barely bitten smile, mindful of Rhodey. <|indexes|> 1 1 1 1 1 1 1 1 1 1 1 1 1 1 1 1 1 1 1 1 1 1 1 1 1 1 1 1 1 1 1 1 1 1 1 1 1 1 1 1 1 1 1 1 1 1 1 1 1 1 1 1 1 1 1 1 1 1 1 1 1 1 1 1 1 1 1 1 1 1 1 1 1 1 1 1 1 | | <|example|> fingers tighter around larger hand and without a single word, he tugs, waiting for Steve to take a step forth when he doesn’t follow. <|indexes|> 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 | | <|example|> scanning the hallway. <|indexes|> 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 | | <|example|> proud of - do you have any idea how many squats they cost? - and he'd obviously insured. <|indexes|> 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 | | <|example|> were stars reflected on his eyes; bright and sparkling, excited to take on a brand-new journey with Tony in life because he loved Tony that much. <|indexes|> 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 | | <|example|> care to pinpoint the time then. 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<|text|> the house when he heard John yelling.  When I was young and even when I was teenager, Cas was always pulling me out of hell.  Saving me from bullshit at school too, I’d get into fights.  But he’d hear my dad going off so he’d come in the house and tell him off.  It always shocked the hell out of John.  This tiny, dark haired, blue eyed little thing telling him to shut up and stop scaring his son’s.  Then he would come and find us and he’d take us over to his house for the night.  His dad was an alcoholic too, but the pass out and distant kind.  Barely ever saw him really.”  Dean smiled thinking of one particular night.  “Sometimes we’d go over to his house and his dad was nowhere to be seen.  Cas said he was the heaviest sleeper, so we would put Sammy to bed and then we’d play pirates, or cowboys, or astronauts, or anything we could come up with.  But usually the first two, ‘cause they were my favorite.  And Cas knew I wouldn’t be able to sleep easily till I got dad’s episode off my mind.” “Be nice to him, he’s one of your Youth kiddos.” Then she speared another piece of potato off her plate to continue eating her dinner.  They sat across from each other in the kitchen, good ol’ meat and potatoes (Made by himself, Mary was a horrible cook) talking about their days. “Are you okay with it?”  He asks, knowing how difficult Cas’s transition to being human had gone last time.  Cas nodded and gave a small smile. “Yes, but there was something else.”  Dean gestured for Cas to get on with it.  “Well with my new position as Hemlock, I couldn’t just be human.  Especially since I’ll be able to go between the worlds freely.  All of them.  So Jack made me immortal.  My only condition was that I be able to live a life here with you while also doing my job.  I asked Jack to go and find that human woman and ask her if she wanted to actually take up the post.  That way there will be two of us.  And if we ever get tired of the job, we can find and train replacements as long as Jack approves.  He was very clear that it had to be a choice.  He’s even giving the Angels a choice now.  He’s making new ones, obviously.  And more than just angels, but he’s letting them explore their options on what they’d like to help run.  Those with a history of crimes against humanity have been relocated.”  Cas finishes and Dean still doesn’t know quite how to feel. “God damnit John.  I shouldn’t be sitting on you, you’re as frail as your father after this year.”  John completely startled at that.  His eyes snapped to her face, even though the atmosphere was playful a moment ago she noticed the way he paled slightly. “After.”  Cas told him, which made Dean swallow thickly and nod.  Together they went down the hall towards the

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<|text|> main area of the bunker holding hands.  When they rounded the last corner into the bunker though, they came to a surprised halt, their hands dropping because suddenly both their arms were full. It was another quiet hour with only the sound of Mary’s breathing and the occasional car driving by maybe a little too fast.  And there was shouting a few times.  When he peaked out the window he saw a few of his neighbors, one was stuffing his car frantically while the other watered his plants. about that as well.  Damn Charlie for ever directing that at the two of them.  Sam was never gonna let him live it down. “For our Bishops we would like one to represent a phone call to the hunter Garth Fitzgerald and the other to call the demon Crowley.”  Cas announces. Coy gives a short whistle. “How could I forget!  He used my favorite… lotion as the raft for Jack and Rose duck.  It got so much water in it, I couldn’t use it anymore!” “I thought they only did this stuff around the holidays.”  Jess stage whispered to Cas, which made him laugh. “Oh?  How did you get into that?”  John asked, the more he pretended this was easy the easier it got. “I thought that was my life.  My dad ran out when I was young, mom raised me until she’d fulfilled her duties.  I think I reminded her too much of him, so she ran off to Maine to open her B&B… While I’m going through will you tell me what’s similar and what’s different just so I can start to get a grip on what I’m supposed to know?”  Mary nodded and smiled slightly. “Yes, Dean.  You have, but I always love hearing it again.”  She dropped the wet rag on the coffee table and produced two more guns for Cas and Jess, and two more even for John and herself. “But you should probably start running.”  Mary said and cocked her gun, John marveled wondering when the “You like what you see?”  It was the scruffy fuck again.  “You want to try the merchandise?  Just let me know.  Trust me man, it’s a whole new world now.  Anything goes.”  The fucker sounded so proud and excited, but his words made something inside John snap.  That last piece of him that wanted or hoped for something better died.  Anger and fury flooded his system, right next to the familiar vengeance he’d lived with for most of his life. “You got what you wanted from me.” Cas spoke in a low voice. “You stole my chance at happiness, but that doesn't matter. I saved Dean Winchester, my purpose has been fulfilled.” Cas stood up, facing it. “Nothing you can say or do will make me regret my sacrifice for him.” The empty had chosen Dean's form again. Castiel began mentally preparing himself for the worst today. Jack frowned. “Wait… won’t God be alerted by your pow-…” With a subtle flapping sound, Michael disappeared. “…ers.” "I'll check what we have in the library." Sam patted Dean on the shoulder before heading up the short bit

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<|text|> of steps, heading towards the numerous bookshelves. speech was very cute. Especially since it wasn't so 'unrequited'. It's funny to me but... had you told him earlier you might have been able to spend some time with him." “No clue. Heaven, if there’s anybody in it, they aren’t answering. As for hell, the spell to get in isn’t working, so either hell is gone, they closed up shop, or Chuck is screwing us over, which honestly, I wouldn’t put past him.” They took the ride silently, only Jack speaking up once in a while to give occasional directions, based on where his soul was telling him to go. "Cas," Dean spoke first. "... I never want you to think," Dean threaded his fingers through Cas's. "That you can't have me." Cas stared at their hands, seeming to short circuit. Dean bit his lip. "I'm yours for the taking... if you still want me." "'Anything that belongs in the empty will be put to sleep' remember?" The empty was beginning to dissolve into black. "As long as your precious Castiel's an angel, he belongs here." “What-… What happened.” She looked around at all of them, finally laying eyes on Jack and immediately sensing his power. He reached with his blade, slashing at the nearest one and the one that followed right after. They croaked, dissolving into inky black smoke. Dean sat in the bunker kitchen, cup of coffee in hand. The coffee was getting cold but Dean didn't care. He still sipped it anyways. "Oh sorry, me and our friends have been betting on whether you and Cas would get together for years," He shouted from the hall. "Gotta go collect." "Purgatory." Dean said. "The first time. I spent a year wandering through that place lookin for you, you'd think a guy would know what love looks like." They sat in silence for a moment. "So..." He started. "As best man and brother of the groom, it falls on me to give a speech," he paused, everyone looking up at him expectantly. Sam sat stunned, the sudden absence of Castiel obvious and apparent. Sam’s eyes drifted to Dean’s shoulder, gaze lingering on the new bloody handprint on his coat. "Stop. Just Stop it." The Empty laughed at Dean. Drips of inky black starting to stream from its eyes. Staining its pale skin in Castiel's form. "Piss off." He flipped the angel blade into his other hand and thrust it into Zachariah's chest. The angel shrieked, turning into a formless black blob, flecked with grace. “We should go try and find Chuck.” He said over his shoulder, before leaving the room. Sam stared after him, concern for his brother written all over his face. Dean knew what that meant, and he was running out of time. He looked behind him to see numerous angels rushing at him, Zachariah furious and in the lead. What stopped Dean from full on rushing to embrace the angel was something in the expression. It looked cold, bitter. Dean released a shuddering breath, reminding himself that the empty was just trying to get under his skin, which sucked because the empty was very good at it. She looked

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<|text|> down at her hands, and a large curved scythe appeared in her grip. It looked similar to Billie’s, but it was longer, with a wooden handle, and a more rustic appearance. A ring sat on her finger. "Please..." He said quietly, but making no other protests, believing entirely that he deserved this. Black sludge had spilled from the walls, wrapped around his throat, and pulled him into darkness, but the fact of the matter remained the same. Lucifer showed up in a lot of them. Having said yes to him was really something that still bothered him immensely. Because of that one decision, he had caused many problems in the future, including Jack's death for the first time. "Remember me?" He lifted Dean up by his coat lapels, and started dragging him away from the crowd of angels. "Don't worry guys, me and Deano are gonna have a nice long chat." The crowd of angels were starting to fade back into shadow, taking Cas with them. Dean came up behind Sam, who was sitting at a library table, nose deep in about four different books and what looked like a stack load of old notes. Cas reeled backwards, reminding himself over and over again that he was in the empty, not there, he was in the empty, that wasn’t happening now. “We have no time to lose, lets go!!” Sam said. He rounded the table, grabbing his discarded coat off a chair and running full pelt toward the bunker garage, Dean and Jack right behind him. Sam walked into the bunker library, having done nothing but sit in his room for two whole days. Not a lot else to do anyways. In an instant the angels froze. Black sludge traveled up their legs and streamed from their eyes, but they stood motionless, fixed in a position of rage. "I'm sorry..." Castiel whispered, his voice trembling. "I'm sorry, I'm sorry I'm so so sorry, please forgive me, I'm sorry...." It wouldn't matter though. The black oozed around his hands and feet pulling him outwards. Nothing to protect him anymore. As the shapes came close, they became more distinct and Dean realized with alarm that he recognized what they were. Black eyes, dark smoky wisps trailing off them, something that was once, in the vague sense, human. "Yes, we did happen to find a way to put the empty back to sleep. Rowena down in hell helped out of course, and Jack and Sam. And Michael too, actually it was mostly Adam convincing Michael but it worked out ok." Cas slowly raised his head to meet Dean's eyes. Dean's heart thundered in his chest. Cas leaned across the table, and gently caressing Dean's face, he kissed him, soft yet filled with such a desperate longing, tears leaked from Dean's eyes. There was no light, no shadow, no heat nor cold. The only sound was that of his own breathing, and a faint... noise, somewhere in the distance. “Dean! Why the hell didn’t you answer my calls? I thought you were dead!” Sam yelled. It had been just like Eileen. Sam hadn’t known what to think and for all he

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<|text|> knew Dean might have been gone just like the rest of them. The angels were not expecting him, and Dean, catching them by surprise, barreled into the large group, slashing and stabbing at everyone in front of him. Sam groaned. He lifted his head slightly before sitting up and leaning on his elbow. There were deep circles under his eyes as he looked up at Dean. It only took a moment. Like turning up the volume of a radio, the sound of people and movement seemed to fade back in. Sam and Deann looked all around them and there they were. People. Real living existing people. One of the demons grabbed his shoulder. He reached under his arm, stabbing it where the stomach should be. It dissipated but another arm reached out, grabbing Dean at the knee. He cried out, falling as the demon pulled his legs out from under him. "Come on, please..." Tears rolled down his face. "Don't leave me. You can't leave me. Not again, you stupid son of a bitch." "You're a fool you know. Sacrificing yourself that way. You'll be here with me, in pain for all eternity. What was the point?" “So…. I’m the new Death…” She said, looking up and down her scythe. “Call me Betty.” She gazed around at all of them. “Now where’s the book? I assume that's what you made me Death for.” “You know,” He said, slowly walking towards them. “Eternal suffering sounds good on paper but as a viewing experience it's just kind of…. Eh.” He stopped. “So, we’re done. I’m canceling your show.” There was a loud pop as Michael burst, creating a surge of energy around them, bouncing off the air and the waves ahead of them. The night started with a dance between Sam and Eileen, the sole people on the dance floor. The music was something of Irish sound, an idea from Eileen given her heritage. The dance was fast paced as they circled each other with step and stomp motion, Eileen twirling on Sam's arm. Sam had worried that Eileen wouldn't enjoy herself because she couldn't hear the music, but she assured him that despite that, she still enjoyed the dancing. Everyone standing at the sides clapped to the rhythm of the music and sometime after the second verse, they began to join in, linking arms and skipping across the floor, shoes stepping in time. They hit him, kicked him, tore at his clothes and his hair, screaming they're anguish at being stuck in the empty because of him. Sam patted him on the shoulder. “It's okay Jack, We’ll be fine. You just keep the portal open and we’ll be back with Cas as fast as we can.” “Well, maybe that's the point.” He said quietly. Dean glanced at him but didn’t say anything, the same thought having crossed his mind. “Where you first met that primate you fell in love with? Funny how you would choose a filthy dirt eating monkey over your own brethren.” "I- uhhh, hold on I'll be right back." Dean ran off in the direction of his room, leaving Sam and the rest of them

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<|text|> to stare bewildered after him. Eileen sat on a towel, bathing in the sun. Jack, Little Bobby, Jess, and now two year old Henry splashed in the warm ocean waves, being followed and running after the happy dog, Miracle. Cas sat beside Dean, the two holding hands as Cas piled sand on top of himself. He sat up. He was in a barn, the walls covered in painted black sigils and wardings. And with a sudden thrill of his heart he recognized it. Where they'd first met. Cas shook his head frantically. "No, no you can't- hhh you can't be here..." He started to pull away. "You're not real. You're a trick. You're trying to trick me." His hand shook with the effort. As his eyes glowed brighter, the cover of the book began to light up as well. There was a slight whine in the air as the grace worked to open the book. “Don't give the Empty the hand until you find Cas. If you call to him, he should come to you.” Jack said. “And good luck.” “Yeah I get that. But you said in his deal the empty could only be summoned when he was really happy for once, and Billie was literally about to kill you. So what the hell made him happy?” "Nah, I love these two with my whole heart, and Eileen, you're wonderful for him." Dean took a breath. "I'm sad Mom and... Dad... and everyone that we've lost, that they couldn't be here to see this, cause I know that they would be so proud. And Sam, I am so proud of you," Dean turned facing Sam. "You are the bravest, smartest, kindest, most compassionate person I know, and I wouldn't be here without you. Had you not stood by my side, all these years, I don't think I would have lasted this long to see you get to have... this. So thanks, Sammy, for always being there for me." Michael paused. “I never spent much time on Earth. I was curious about the reception of God and Heaven.” But yet he still felt all the heartbreak, misery, and cruel impact that came with hearing those words again. Christmas rolled around, and true to his word Sam had set up the Christmas tree, though it was a little more 'Charlie brown' looking then expected. Cheers erupted from the crowd as Sam leaned in, kissing Eileen. There were smiles, laughter, bells rang. The ceremony had been set up outside on the grass where a small set of trees sat by a sparkling lake, a park picked out by Eileen herself. "I'm gonna get you out of here ok?" Dean spoke softly to him. Castiel squinted at Dean, as though trying to figure out who it was. His eyes traveled up the pants, flannel, angel blade, but they stopped at the coat, bloody handprint still on the shoulder now darkened with time. There was a moment of silence, Dean still staring into his coffee, feeling Cas's eyes on him. Then Cas sighed. He had done it. He had left this world, a smile on his face, fully content in

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<|text|> the fact that he had done it. There were bottles littered about him, most of them empty. Dean grabbed the neck of one bottle, only a few sips left in the bottom. Sam frowned as he lifted the bottle and downed the last of it, but he didn’t move to stop him. Dean gazed in amazement and relief as the frozen staggered angels around them melted into piles of black ooze. “Well…” Jack thought, racking his brain for anything that would apply. “I exploded in the Empty about a week ago.” “I mean picture it!” Chuck began to say. “The two of you, your little lap dog Jack,” Dean clenched his fist. "And we will be here for Christmas. I expect to see a big tree, lots of decorations, Home Alone set up, ready to watch..." Dean had barely any time to celebrate however before he watched with a horrible sinking feeling as the smoke settled on the floor, melting into the darkness and rising up with a new form. “Jack?” Dean knocked on the bedroom door. No one came, but Dean could hear sniffling from inside the room. "Yes I know, I'm supposed to be dead. Funny thing about that, I am, only now I'm awake. Awake in the empty." "SHUT! UP!" The empty roared. It quickly threw a hand at Castiel's throat and all at once Castiel felt a horrible tearing. There was no blood, no sudden hole or wound, just immense pain. He didn't know if they could hear him. If any of the angels could hear him, but after a moment of watching, Balthazar and Samandriel looked at each other, then turned fading into darkness. Dean wistfully smiled at him, reflecting that despite his power and wisdom beyond his years, Jack was still just a little kid. "EMPTY!" He yelled. The angels were almost upon them. "IF YOU WANT IT, I'LL GIVE IT TO YOU. BUT IF YOU DON'T STOP THEM YOU'LL NEVER SEE SLEEP AGAIN." By the time the music started up, the sun was setting. The fairy lights hung around the tents and trees glowed, showering everything in a golden light. "We're rescuing you, you idiot. You'd think I'd get an opportunity to grip you tight and raise you from perdition and not take it??" The burning flared up over Castiel's entire body making him scream. The empty's smile turned into a grimace and it slapped it hands over its ears. Amara nodded, a silent agreement passing between them to forget past mistakes and to make good on their actions in the future. “Ok,” Jack began. “This started happening a bit ago, but at the time I didn’t tell you guys cause we were so busy with everything else but… well… anyways…” Jack grabbed a plant and placed it in front of him. Dean rolled his eyes. He gripped the end of Sam's bed and ripped off the covers, throwing them on the floor. “SCREW YOU! Screw. You. I really-… I really cared about something for once and you stole that. So maybe it is about Adam, I honestly have no idea. But I am siding with them because you? You ruined the world.” Dean put

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<|text|> his face hands and sighed. He then felt a hand on his shoulder and looked over to see Jack. Chuck whimpered, and cowered on the ground. But Sam and Dean just walked right past him followed by Jack. He turned around, facing the portal. He reached out a hand and with a flash of light, he was gone from the bunker. "And it's you! It's really finally you! And you-... you were my first priority you know but we, well.... anyways." “Jack!” Sam called and Jack turned around. “It's time to go.” Sam pointed over his shoulder at the Impala. Dean turned. “See, that’s not who I am. That's not who we are.” He gestured towards the rest of them. But as long as Dean was there to tell him its alright, to light the lights in the dark, to be there right beside him in the night when Castiel would wake up in a panic, he knew that everything was ok. He didn’t notice as the small potted plant sitting by his bedside suddenly dwindled and died, turning brown in a matter of seconds. “DEAN!” Sam’s footsteps pounded down the halls of the bunker, getting closer with each step. He ran to the dungeon, flinging the door open. He was proved right when they looked at Dean, varying amounts of recognition and hatred in their faces. Dean noticed with a nasty feeling that Uriel stood at the front of the crowd, long dead but still an asshole. There stood Jack, looking at Chuck, rage in his eyes. Chuck could sense it, the large, terrifying waves of power bleeding from the boy. With the golden glow of his eyes, he held onto Michael and Amara’s hands, their eyes began glowing the same color, golden veins traveling up their arms from where Jack touched them. Castiel had been sitting in the dark for a while now. Watching the way he had let Jack's grace get stolen by Lucifer, and how he had let Michael take Dean. It should be soon now. The empty would come, hurt him, and then throw him back into the abyss. "Cas- Cas? Hey buddy you with me?" Cas slumped weakly against the wall. His eyes fluttered open, out of focus, dazed and in pain. Dean couldn't see anything hurt, but he guessed that whatever injuries came the empty were not exactly physical ones. He was standing on a beach. There were hills in the distance, and the sea sparkled as wind blew through the many trees behind him. It was beautiful. Jack nodded, signaling that he was coming. He stepped over the dead plants around him, a new sense of worry creeping up. Dancing, laughing, at some point someone had opened up the bar so a great amount of merry drinking occurred. Jack stood in deep conversation with Amara, both reflecting on the more human sides of their rather cosmic lifestyles. Miracle slept peacefully by the buffet table, wagging his tail happily whenever people stopped to give him pets and treats. He was lying on the floor of what he assumed was the empty. Of course it was the empty, he’d just been taken by

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<|text|> it, where else would he be? Though he had expected to go to sleep…. A shadow crossed the empty’s face. It’s expression changed, bitter, furious, seething as it took in breaths. With each breath the wails seemed to pulse. Michael looked to the sky. “I think it would be good of me to return to Heaven. See what’s become of the angels, and help to rebuild.” He said. So, Dean, with angel blade in hand, and purgatory blade tucked within the inner coat pocket, he turned to the rest of the group. "No, no, not like that." Dean lifted Cas's face to look him in the eyes. There was a twinkle in Deans expression. They swarmed him. Angels he knew. Duma, Ishem, Hannah, Theo, Hael, the hundreds that he had massacred as a result of letting leviathans from purgatory infect him. "I was so stupid. Death, I cut her, she would have died on her own, he could've been fine, he wouldn't have had to... he wouldn't have... he didn't need to die!! He would still be... he... he..." Dean broke, his breathing dissolving into heavy panicky sobs, and tears started to stream down his face. And like a bucket of ice water he knew what it was. These were all the demons he's killed, coming for him with a vengeance. “When the rapture began I took refuge here, it is Saint Michael’s, you may have noticed.” Michael shot a subtle glare at one of the angel statues, no doubt supposed to depict his own image. Chuck stared in confused horror. The pages were blank, nothing written. Chuck reached out, grabbing the pages and turning them over, flipping through them in a desperate attempt to find something, anything. Jack stood in the doorway, his eyes red and streaked with tears. He stared at Dean, before running at him and wrapping his arms around his middle. "You don't know, do you? He didn't tell you. He didn't tell you how he wasn't allowed to rest. How Naomi had given him the order to kill you and how he had fought with everything to avoid that. How he had tried to take the angel blade in his hand intending to plunge it into his own heart to save you." And as he began to scream again, it cut off. He choked as he felt through his entire body like he had broken his own voice, like a knife had been dragged through his vocal chords, ripping and shredding them to pieces while he just lay there, gasping and wheezing in an absence of voice. Jack stared at them, not really thinking of anything. All of a sudden the plants crackled, turning brown and dead, withering into nothing. Everything was black except a soft golden glow off to Dean's right. He looked and there was the portal, quietly crackling, awaiting his return. [Ok first of all, accompanying the recap, Carry on My Wayward Son plays cause the Cw are a bunch of pussies and I can't believe they didn't do that, come on guys it's like tradition] "Yeah it's me." He said, his voice shaking. Dean held out open arms, waiting

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<|text|> for Cas to come closer, but not entirely sure what Cas would do. "Sorry it took us so long." They didn't hunt as much anymore. Only helping with things that other hunters couldn't handle, doing quick research if people needed it, and they were the ones to call if certain sheriffs needed confirmation from their 'FBI superiors'. There were tears in Sam's eyes, and he was smiling, trying to hold it together. He stood up, wrapping his arms around Dean who hugged him back, crying a little with him. Chuck smiled at his own joke. Dean’s lip twitched. Everything about this dude was really starting to tick him off. But he buried his feelings, knowing exactly what they had to do. But Dean rose with new vigor. Again he aimed to punch Chuck, but Chuck caught his arm. Dean screamed as the bone broke. Chuck sent a kick into Sam’s side. He lifted Sam by his coat, and pulling his arm back, he heard the shoulder crack. Dean cried out as Chuck stomped on his leg, the bone shattering. Blood streamed down their faces, and they coughed. “Amazingly, the believers loved him. They have for thousands of years.” Michael chuckled slightly. “I guess my efforts were more effective than I’d hoped.” Castiel took it, nodding and smiling. Dean led him onto the floor, taking Cas's hand in his, wrapping his other hand around Cas's waist. For once, Cas wasn't wearing his trench coat, just the plain black suit. A rose was tucked in his front pocket, one Dean had put there himself. “He is dating someone, but it’s a more… recent development.”  Mary cleared her throat slightly and looked away.  “I’m sure Dean will tell you about that though.  In time.  Oh!  I should call them, I’m the worst mother ever.”  John chuckled at her frantic moment, finding even her familiar forgetfulness endearing. “It was worth it.”  Dean says, staring hard into Cas’s eyes.  Trying to say all the things he couldn’t possibly have fit in those words.  Willing him to know everything he wanted to tell him before he could even get the words out.  Cas lets out a puff of air. Mary didn’t wake up till the next day in the hospital, it had been more than 24 hours and John’s nerves were frayed.  The boys had been for visiting hours and he’d sent them both home, all of them were a mess without Mary as a buffer.  When she came to she was groggy, not coherent really except for one thing. “Yes Dean, I-”  And then Dean Winchester interrupted Castiel, angel of the lord, for the third time that night.  And there wasn’t anymore talking for quite sometime. “Do you think you’ll be able to love someone else after I’m gone?”  Mary asked in a voice quieter than the crackling of the fire but barely louder than the rustling of falling leaves.  It hurt like a stab wound. “He means, we’re gonna go get you all the necessities.”  Sam clarified, coming up beside him and pulling on his coat.  “Can’t wear the same suit and tie everyday anymore.” Sam smiled at

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<|text|> him comfortingly and the ex-angel returned the sentiment.  They opened the doors to the impala just as Dean was revving the engine. “Only 5 or so times with your words, but a million times with those eyes.  You have the perfect smize just for me.” Erata crows proudly as she stands up and gives him the most sultry look.  He winks at her and she comes dashing across the space between them to straddle his lap. She presses her lips to his with a fervour he eagerly responds to.  His hands come up to grip her waist, feeling up and down her body before squeezing her even closer. She grips the back of his neck and runs her finger tips up through his short dark hair, scratching lightly.  They both pull away to breathe and rest their foreheads together. with you.  You’re it for me, sweetheart.”  Dean told him, shaking a bit at the confession and watching as tears spilled over Cas’ eyes, surrounding the blue in water that broke Dean’s heart a bit just remembering exactly how much he loved Cas. “Just some ambitious dumbasses trying for a better life.”  Victor answered, which made Dean breathe a little easier.  Their causal yelled conversation was almost comedic, too bad it couldn’t last.  Twenty or so people managed to make the work easier after they’d all jumped the blockade, but the bozos just kept coming.  Dean’s group kept working to clear a path for Garth, they needed a good path so the truck was still operable, and Garth was almost done blocking off the right side.  As the blocks were placed, more people took up space behind them with spears to poke at the bozos gathering on the other side. “You’re not just saying that for me, are you?  Cause I would be okay if I knew you found someone… if you could love again.”  John just shook his head and tilted her chin up slightly so he could meet her eyes. “I just-”  But Cas takes a step and interrupts him, taking the fishing metaphor out of his hands and replacing it with shallow clear water, spear in hand. “Well, to be frank.  Not much.  I remember an entirely different life basically.  Some things were similar, some things were very very different.”  John answered, dancing around anything that might be too heavy. ”  Charlie asked with a squeak at the end, sitting up to stare at Dean in disbelief, Dean just nodded. “Yes and No.”  Jack answered and started to pace away from them slightly. “Let me explain.”  As he continued he walked back toward them and gestured around like a teacher.  “I did a lot of research about this, about the world.  About everything and how it used to be run.  I want it to be able to run like it should.  Without me having to intervene, but also I want it to be inclusive.  So I’ve met and talked with what’s left of the old God’s.  And I’ll be going to the Empty to potentially redeem a few of the others.”  Jack paused and smiled at Dean.  “Kali

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<|text|> was a big help in convincing them all.  She apparently still appreciates you saving her life during the first apocalypse.  Anyway, humans are varied.  For the most part they’re good.  But they believe in so many different and beautiful things.  I want them to have those things.”  Dean stares at Jack confused but Cas seems to understand, he’s smiling at Jack. “Yes, Raphael.  I am at Heaven’s command.”  Castiel added in, his unwavering fealty a reassurance.  Raphael sighed heavily. “No, why would I?”  He drawled out. Charlie sighed, then a mischievous glint passed in her eye.  Dean sat up a little straighter and wagged a finger at her. “Don’t give him any ideas.”  Charlie just rolled her eyes. .  John thought to himself, fighting off the crippling sense of utter despair.  A voice deep in his mind whispered cruely Suddenly someone with blonde hair pulled back into a ponytail jumped down into the fray from the blockade into the amusement park, she hacked and sliced with skill, and Dean watched amazed as more people hopped from the other side of the barrier. No matter how fully settled he was into this new safe, monster free, peaceful life of his, his reflexes never quite relaxed.  He was a light sleeper, tensed at any suspicious noise, and on the worse days he felt a sense of heavy dread.  The other shoe had to drop eventually, this life couldn’t be that perfect.  It would be three years in a month.  Those were the bad days and Mary was always there to pull him out of the funks.  Promising him he was safe and he didn’t have to hunt monsters anymore.  Over the years he’d told her most of it, sparing her only the absolute worst, she’d truly been his partner through it all.  Even the occasional nightmares that happened.  Once upon a time they had been about ‘Nam.  Now they were always filled with the blood and gore of a hunt gone wrong.  Mary told him it was PTSD, and with time it would get better.  Most days he believed her. “We’re in the living room boys!”  Mary called and got off her husband’s lap, easily shoving his legs to the floor to make room then went to meet her sons.  “Don’t worry, he’s as spritely as ever.  Don’t bother going easy on him, that’ll just piss him off.”  John chuckled at that. known.  You’d even give Sam and Cas a run for their money.”  Dean told her honestly and heard Charlie giggle just a bit. So of course, it wasn’t even that much of a surprise when Charlie knocked on his bedroom door and shortly after shutting it asked: “We’d been swimming in that creek for years at that point.  And yeah, maybe it was stupid to go out there by ourselves when we were so young, but it felt important at the time.”  Dean paused and ran a hand down his face, Garth was watching him with his usual kind eyes that Dean couldn’t look at.  They were too sympathetic in the best and worst ways.  “Anyway, I told him I’d go

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<|text|> in the water.  That I’d pull him up after he plunged in.  I wouldn’t let him get sucked under, or drown, or float away.  He said he’d do it cause he wanted to be brave for me… but he was the bravest person I’ve ever known.  So he did it.  I went in the water, he got on the swing and swung into the water.  He over shot a bit, crashed right into me, but it was so worth it.  All of it.  We snuck back in that night as the sky was just starting to get light again.” “Do you know what to do?”  John asked his son-in-law, who nodded weakly.  Cas’ gaze went to Dean’s face.  The hand holding the knife delicately used a knuckle to trace the contours of his face.  Cas didn’t say anything, just pressed a kiss to his Dean’s temple and lined up the knife at the back of his skull at a slanted angle.  Cas put his cheek against Dean’s hair and pressed the knife up so swiftly John didn’t even blink before it was done.  In the space of a few hours his whole life had folded in on him again, but this time it was worse.  John felt the tears on his cheeks slow, Cas was still holding Dean even as his body slowly slumped away from him.  “Let me put him upstairs with his mother.”  John said and stepped forward, Cas nodded but couldn’t let go.  John carefully unpeeled the boys fingers and scooped his son up in his arms.  Cas couldn’t look anymore, he buried his face in the couch as John took Dean up the stairs and lay him next to his mother.  This was something he hadn’t done in what felt like eons, he wanted to pretend, to remember those moments instead.  The times where his song fell asleep downstairs and he had to carry him to bed.  The times where he crawled into bed with his mother and father.  Not this, anything but this. “Yeah, no…” Chuck grinned at the brothers. “I appreciate the white flag and all but, too little too late. I’m kinda enjoying this story now.” “MICHAEL, WHAT THE HELL SHE WASN’T FINISHED!” Dean roared. But Michael looked as confused and alarmed as they were. But Dean didn’t respond, he barely even registered that Sam was there. His breathing hiccuped and his face was red and swollen, like he’d been crying for a long time. "Huh..." Sam thought about that, nodding slowly. "....You know, if it's a girl we might name it Lillian, after the the hunter that took in Eileen," Then he was gone. Sam and Dean looked around in utter shock, the horror dawning on them that they were truly and forever, alone. “Is-… Is Adam back?” Dean asked. Michael nodded, and with another surge of light in the eyes, the expression and posture changed, clearly Adam’s. Dean turned. "Well it's your wedding day and all and I thought waking you up to a song dedicated to your one true love might be the ticker to getting you out of bed."

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<|text|> He gave Sam a smile before heading down the hall, followed closely by Miracle. "Oh don't be do dramatic," a sharp point nudged into Castiel's side, the anticipation of further pain making him gasp. "You're boyfriend is fine. Though, considering, that God's plan involved giving you to me, I don't think whatever he has in mind for Dean will be as... pleasant." Shock surged through Dean, the distinct memory of stabbing this guy up through the head came forward in the mind. It had become a sort of pattern. The empty would come, take out it's tired anger on enjoying watching Castiel suffer, then it would throw him into the black, where he would spend the rest of his time reliving his greatest regrets over and over again. Mostly Sam took care of the technical stuff, research and all that. Dean had looked into construction work, taking up a job for himself. And by the time august came up, nearly 11 years after Sam's wedding, he started looking at houses to either build or purchase. Places where he and Cas could just... settle. "I prefer the word oblivious..." Cas mused. “Less dumb…. less ass.” They both laughed, leaning on each other's foreheads. They slowly walked down the aisles, carefully looking all around, but it didn’t seem like anyone was there. It was the empty, wasn't it? But the eyes were wrong, the smile was wrong and why did it feel so.... real this time? Had it finally perfected it? Was this another trick? "Yeah it's my purgatory blade." Dean said looking down at it. "I was just thinking... if we're gonna make a magical, crazy powerful object might as well make it a cool one. Oh and I also brought this." Castiel swallowed, a dry sob escaping his raw throat. His whole chest hurt, not just from whatever the empty was serving but from the knowledge. About how it might have been easier if he hadn't been so oblivious. If he'd just taken the time to say something sooner. And now Dean was alone, and blaming himself, and Chuck would destroy them. "Be careful with this." She handed it to Dean. "We have to use it as a bargaining chip, and it must not be prematurely used." Now everything was drenched in darkness, and despite being secure in the knowledge that he had experienced true happiness just by saying it, Castiel couldn’t help but feel like he was drowning. "Frankly, it's a wonder Sam has lasted this long without her." Sam rolled his eyes and there was a rumble of chuckles from the crowd. Cas breathed. Then he broke. He rushed into Deans arms, pulling him closer, like he couldn't quite fully believe he was there. Like he would disappear at a moment notice. But he was here and he was real. "Hey, we did it." Dean whispered onto Cas's shoulder. "We beat Chuck. He's gone, he's finally gone." He looked around and saw nothing but the suffocating darkness. The darkness was odd however, for despite the pitch back of it all, it never gave Dean the feeling he couldn't see. It was just... absent of anything. “Alright.

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<|text|> We should get out stuff together.” Dean turned to Michael, motioning his head towards the portal. “Head out.” Dean twirled the empty whiskey bottle in his hands. “Any idea if there’s anybody in heaven or hell?” Fire scorched his veins again and Castiel jerked and screeched, gasping and raspy. An impossibly large smile ripped through the empty's stolen face. “Guys?” Jack saw Sam and Dean. Sam was standing near one of the walls, while Dean sat at the table, open laptop in front of him, and looking like he’d been hit with a truck. “Alright kid, you think you can pull this off?” Dean asked. Jack looked at him and slowly nodded. He took a deep breath and lifted his hand. He screamed, the energy flowing through him, creating bright, white, burn marks of power tearing through his face, his soul, his vessel. Thunder crashed as the Impala rolled up slowly to a large church. The stone walls towered high above them and the large stained glass windows made it give off an eerie glowing light. "What?" A wide, crooked smile curled up the empty's features. "Don't like hearing the horrors he experienced because of you?" He hit them, again and again and again. Blood stained their clothes and their faces, matting in their hair. "A surprise? Oh come on, how could I not pass up an opportunity to," Dean cleared his throat and in his best Cas impression, "'Grip you tight and raise you from Perdition." Dean held Cas, mind racing, faced with a choice. He could lose Cas now, never see him again, or lose Cas later, once he's realized what's been done. Sam shook his head, standing up, and putting the blankets back on his bed. Then he went to the closet, opening it and gazing at the black tailored suit, which stood at the front of all his clothes. They were demons. It was an instinctive thought, but Dean felt as though he knew them. Something inside them was so familiar and so very wrong at the same time. Coming up the road behind him, Michael heard the subtle rumble of the Impala engine. The car doors opened and he could hear the crunch of gravel underfoot. “I…. He… hh.” The words were stuck in Dean’s throat. He kept opening his mouth, then closing it again, faltering, flailing for the right thing to say, terrified of admitting it was real. “Hey guys!” Both Sam and Dean tensed, and turned to see him, Chuck, standing there with a large, overly confident grin plastered on his face. “Enjoying a little ‘Alone time’?” “So… take care of the bunker while we’re gone okay?” He turned to go, and made it halfway down the hall when he heard the creak of Jack’s door open. Coming up on an abandoned gas station, they decided to stop, the Impala needing gas, and Dean himself needing to use a toilet. Castiel had touched his shoulder, for the last time he thought, and had tossed him out of the way, staring face forward as the empty oozed from the walls and enveloped him. “I feel like you’re about to make some sort of spider analogy.”

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<|text|>  Cas tilts his head side to side in consideration. One of the many nights since he’d come here, one where he’d snuggled with Mary into the early hours of the morning after a late movie night, a foolish thought had crossed his mind.  That some benevolent deity in their wisdom had seen to grant him mercy, to give him what he’d never had.  Now he knew the truth though.  Nothing ever hurt so bad as knowing how good things could be and having that all taken away. “Okay.” Cas releases a breath of relief over the stressed lines of Dean’s face and they smooth out in response.  Cas let’s his hands leave the wall and they come up to gather Dean in his arms.  He tucks Dean’s head under his chin and just holds him, stroking hands up and down his back.  As the minutes pass the tension leaves Dean, with each pass of Cas’ hand the muscles and knots unwork themselves until Dean’s hands let go of the jacket and his fingers splay over his button down, one thumb lightly tracing at the clear, circular plastic. “You didn’t think I could feel like what, Dean?”  Cas asks.  But seriously fuck him, because he could have made this easier and he is choosing not to.  Dean narrows his eyes, feeling the challenge rise up inside him. “Yeah, not my best moment.”  Dean admitted, very aware of how Cas’ body was pressed up against his in the bed they were now sharing. “Stay the fuck back or you’re next!”  He shouted at them and gave a final swing to the skull of the misogynistic, abusive piece of shit.  His eyeball popped out and rolled slightly away from the mess that once could have been called a head.  “I know that was a little startling.”  Negan addressed the group without facing them, their utter silence was enough to know they were listening.  “Truth is I probably got a little carried away.  But it couldn’t be helped.”  He turned to them slightly, looking over his shoulder, the fire still crackled away casting ominous shadows on him.  “You scared?  Scared of me?  Scared of “Very well, what else?” Coy asks as they both think for a few moments.  Dean tugs at Cas and pulls him away from the chess board so they can turn their backs and talk without being stared at directly. “I’d say frustrated.”  Cas said, dropping their hands, standing up, and coming to sit on the edge of Dean’s bed so they were even closer.  “Never in my wildest dreams did I imagine you yelling that at me.”  Cas sighed and bumped shoulders with Dean, smiling shyly. “Yes please!”  Charlie asked, and Dean got the impression she would have hugged the woman if she wasn’t so busy. He wondered to himself and his mind drifted to his two boys he’d never see again.  Sam and Dean, the ones he’d raised as hunters, would never give up on their world.  John knew they were still fighting, so he had to try too.  Saving People, hunting things. On the last week of October, in the

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<|text|> middle of making a pot of coffee at 7am his phone rang loudly in the empty kitchen.  Mary hadn’t woken up for a few days and the nurse was due in half an hour.  He couldn’t fathom who would be calling him this early.  The caller I.D. showed Bobby Singer, so he pressed the answer button. “It got easier with time.  Do they know what’s wrong with me?”  John frowned and gave her a grim nod. In his moment of distraction a bozo came up on his left flank, Dean only had the warning of Charlie’s eyes widening slightly, he turned just in time to see someone from the other camp with short and curly blonde hair pounce on the thing and take it down.  Dean took out the one coming behind her then turned to help her up. “Typically they don’t.  Most of the time they just walk or fly right into it by accident.”  Dean hums at that and also leans in to look at the chess pieces. They’re very detailed, the king and queen look like actual old-timey kings and queens.  Ren Fest style. With real Bishops, Castles, and Knight topped horses. “Fancy.” Dean comments and moves to flick at one of the pieces. “You guys are the worst.”  Then he shut the door on them and went to his own room, a small smile shaping his lips.  Not bothering to wonder when or “I’ll stick with Sam thanks.”  Jess laughed and checked her foam bullet supply, barely stepping out of the way as Dean and Sam ran for their lives with their mother hot on their heels.  “But if this is the secret to looking as good as Mary when I’m her age, I’ll take it.”  That made both John and Cas laugh as they all walked out more calmly together.  Which turned out to be a bad decision as the other three had teamed up to ambush them as soon as they stepped out the sliding glass door into the backyard. “Then there was the yelling.  Sometimes, I don’t know if he even realized quite how loud it was.  Other times I knew he did.  Some days he would just rant and rave about us, about the town, about his jobs.  He had them occasionally.  Sometimes, he would be so bad.  It was scary, especially when we were young.  I used to take Sammy and we’d hide in a closet.  I’d lock us in and give Sammy some headphones so he could fall asleep.  Then I’d wait, the whole night sometimes, for him to pass out so I could carry Sam to bed.  One time he just sat outside the closet waiting, but didn’t see us.  I don’t know what he was seeing.”  Dean shook his head.  “As we got older it was more clear that it was just pathetic.  He was crippled by his addiction, and he could barely see us through the haze.  Sam despised him for it.  He only ever knew the person dad was with a bottle in his hand, never saw him for who he actually was.  By

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<|text|> the time he actually wanted to get sober, it was too late.”  Dean let that hang in the air.  He could feel Charlie breathing next to him, felt her tiny palm wrapped around his, he didn’t deserve her and yet he had her. “Dean, we’re gonna get you in the house.  You still okay?”  Cas asked, hands checking for other injuries besides the meat missing from his neck.  Dean nodded weakly. “I’d say we ‘snuck’ out but seeing as we were both over 18… Anyway it was night, and we were having a sleepover up there just like we always used to.  We had some real lanterns up there that we put candles in instead of kerosene, and we had padded chunks of the floor so it was real cozy.  Only needed blankets or sleeping bags.  Normally I was roaming the country while he was at college, but in the summer we would both come home and spend time together.  This time though, I’d left him a note.  Told him to come find me there later that night.  I was up there all day, worrying my way through multiple attempts..”  Dean’s hand went to his wrist where he played with the faded rainbow friendship bracelet there.  Charlie saw the movement and realization dawned on her. “We were in the fort we had built.  Cas refused to call it a tree-house since we had built it for tactical advantages.” “Anyway, your mom sounds like she reacted exactly how I expected her too after all the stories you’ve told me about her.  She really loved you.”  Charlie says kindly and nudges Dean with her elbow.  “What about your dad?”  Dean sighed, knowing this was Charlie cashing in a chip to something Dean avoided as part of their friend therapy relying on mutual vulnerability.  John Winchester was a ghost Dean liked imagining only in his past. “Cassie I said no!  They’re dead.  That’s that.”  Dean pulled away from her, shutting down to fight off the ache that felt more like a stab at her unnecessary insistence.  He grabbed some maps and left the room, unable to even feel her false hope pressing on his firm certainty. “What’s up with the ducks?”  Dean glanced up, from his book, confused for a mere second before understanding passed over him.  Then he shrugged. “I don’t wanna leave you, John.  I know I should want to stay to see Lucy grow up, or to see Dean and Cas have kids, but I wanna be selfish.  I don’t want to leave you.”  John sighed, his breathing hitched. Dean says, still obviously confused but the slight relief at seeing his best friend is obvious in the set of his shoulders. “Humans!  See, this is why I never wanted to keep your lot.  You just have these heaps and heaps of… audacity.  What makes you think you can invalidate my deal?  I could use another good laugh before going back to sleep.”  The Empty leaned forward slightly, as if waiting for the punchline to some great joke.  How could Dean, this simple human, have some unknown power over the Empty?  But

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<|text|> Dean had come prepared, not with weapons, or spells, or sneaky plans, but with facts of ancient rituals.  Things that might not have held much gusto between two humans, but because Cas “A soul claim.” Dean says with a slight smirk, holding a strong stance.  The Empty sits up a little straighter in its goo throne, face becoming more passive but Dean thinks he sees fury in its eyes. “I may have implied that he needed to loosen up a little.”  Dean responds as they climb the stairs and walk to their respective sides of the Impala. “Love you, boy.  Thank you.”  John hung up after that, not sure if he could talk anymore without blubbing.  Mary’s face was still so peaceful and beautiful, he wished she were awake to offer him comfort and calm him down like she always did. “Boy be quiet, don’t interrupt your mother.”  John told him and his son’s lips pressed into a thin line, Mary reached over for his hand and he easily offered it to her, giving her a squeeze. “Yeah, I don’t need to see that.  Got it.”  She took a deep breath in preparation.  “You know the Mall of America?” “You and Sam knock differently.”  Dean purses his lips at that as if thinking it over momentarily, then he shakes it off, clearly remembering why he came in. The ins and outs and go betweens that it took him to get here weren’t what mattered.  The state of the rest of the world, hell, the rest of the “No, no.  I don’t want that.”  Dean winced and John felt more tears come to his eyes, he wasn’t even sure how he still had any left.  Dean turned to Cas.  “Give us a moment, Dad.”  John nodded and the door upstairs shook a little harder than before.  He pulled the knife from his boot and left it on the table. “Heya!  Sounded like trouble, need a hand?”  Asked the blonde in a thick Minnesotan accent, Dean almost laughed from how silly it sounded in the middle of the fray.  Charlie did laugh. “I have an idea.”  She told him, bouncing from foot to foot, her nose barely wrinkled once she got close to him.  “Bobby and Ellen think it’s a good idea, but they wanted me to ask you what you think.”  Charlie told him as she followed behind Dean who wasn’t stopping on his mission to rinse the day off of him. “Our bracelets…” Cas said, a curious look on his face.  Dean glanced down and smirked a bit.  In some unknowable way, the two friendship bracelets had caught on eachother and fallen off without either of them noticing. “Why ask me?”  Dean asked.  He wasn’t the leader of their group.They didn’t operate in a dictatorship fashion by any means, it was more Bobby and Ellen called the shots, and anyone could voice their opinion, but if you still disagreed with the final move then you could find a highway to start walking down. Cas words echoed to him across the months and straight into the gaping hole in his chest where he belonged.  His ‘no

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<|text|> commiserating’ rule was a complete sham.  He told stories about Sam and Cas to anyone who would listen, he had these sessions with Charlie, and Cassie… Garth even.  Maybe he wasn’t always sharing the sad bits, but he was still spreading out the weight of pain that even the happy memories caused. “Yeah, but it took me like 10 tries to get it just right.  Even when I had something passable it was never as neat as Cas’ were.”  Dean shook his head remembering how many times his dumb fingers kept getting in the way, how many times he’d pinched them when tying a knot.  “So Cas, of course, didn’t ask why I’d summoned him to our old hang out.  I mean, we were 20 at that point.  We didn’t go up there super often anymore.  But like I said, he didn’t press it.  We just hung out and talked and argued and what not till it was well past midnight.  The lanterns were burning low, both of us were getting sleepy when  he finally asked if there was a reason why I’d left him a note instead of just texting him, or even just telling him.  I nearly clammed up, but I was determined if I was gonna tell someone it Face up, stance ready, kill these fucking bozos.  He can feel the strain of his arms, all the repeated motions of stabbing, slicing, yanking, kicking, are starting to take a toll on his muscles.  The adrenaline is starting to ebb the longer this goes, his limbs going shaky.  He isn’t surprised when his next swing goes wide and cuts into the bozos shoulder, just disappointed.  Especially when the thing’s shoulder gushes, the skin and muscle slides in a gross wet sound as the thing frees itself and topples Dean to the ground.  He cries out as his leg hits bad and he knows at the least he’s just sprained it.  He’s got his hands pressed into the things chest as its teeth in a lipless mouth snap in his face.  Disgusting smells and textures all around him, the bozo’s entire weight pressing him down and not allowing him to get leverage.  He has no idea where his blade is but he can hear Charlie calling out to him, he turns his face to the side still holding back the disgusting thing as he tries to spot his weapon. “Will you be okay for a moment?”  Mary asked with her hand on the door.  John nodded and smiled, a gesture which she returned.  “God, I missed you.” “Dean, where are Sam and Charlie?”  Cas turns to him alarmed, grabbing his arm and cutting off the rant mid procession.  Dean looks utterly baffled for a moment, several moments making Cas worry. Coy coughs slightly and Dean is hit with a sudden realization. “They had a talk with me earlier, and it wasn’t pleasant.  I want you all to know that no matter what I’m going to fight this-” “She’s very much present.  However you will be dealing directly with me for the rest of this game.  Watching gives

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<|text|> her inspiration and I live to inspire her.” He clears his throat glancing around the room.  Dean puffs up in frustration. Meanwhile, Cas quickly walks from war room through the library and down the hall to his bedroom precariously gripping a large clear bag filled with yellow plastic.  The shipping label reads,

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<|text|> “I really like it,” Steve assured him, looking down at his hand and studying it for a long time.  “What do you want to talk about?” my Stevie-sense pinged,” Barnes muttered with a lop-sided grimace, snapping his fingers and pointing at Steve. “What did I tell you?” “That sounds good, Tony,” Steve replied.  “Truth is…well,” Steve stopped, and Tony could almost hear his jaw grinding together.  “Truth is, Bucky’s been on me all afternoon to tell you that I kind of am…well, as he put it, having not exactly fake husband-like feelings, and I guess—well, I guess it’s only fair to tell you.  I--I just, I wanted you to know.  If it makes it awkward, or uncomfortable, we can figure something out for the next few days.  I mean, I don’t want you to feel like you have to or—or anything.” easier when you talk it out.  Go figure.  I feel like starting a talk show and giving people cars or something.  Spread the love, that kind of thing.” It was Steve who moved this time, finding his footing and pushing off the wall, cupping the sides of Tony’s face in his hands.  Tony’s hands came up to wrap around Steve’s wrists, rubbing circles over the pulse points there in a motion that was somehow encouraging. Somehow, they managed to make it to the bedroom, though there was a trail of clothes littered behind them like breadcrumbs, Steve noticed.  Tony’s jacket. One of his shoes. Steve’s bow-tie and one of the gold bullion mess knots that had adorned his shoulder. Steve didn’t even remember any of that coming off, not that he had been exactly lucid.  Tony tapped one of the panels on the wall and a light came on in the corner of the room, just enough to cast a soft, pale glow, but not enough to dampen the effect of the view from the massive window that overlooked the Strip.  Steve could see their reflections in the glass. It looked like they were surrounded by lights, like some kind of strange, ethereal painting. The hinges made a noise when Tony pushed the door open fully.  Everything in this place creaked, groaned or otherwise protested like it was Occupy Lumberjack.   He had gotten to almost find it endearing, the way the cabin seemed to sometimes talk back like a surly, old aunt who clucked and snorted disapprovingly from her rocking chair while pretending not to listen to your conversation.  How many times had he laid in his bed and listened for the squeak of Steve’s door to open or the telltale footfall on that one floorboard in the hallway that always crackled in the morning as if it, too, wasn’t happy about waking up? He blinked, adjusting to the light as the door shut behind him with a soft thud. The room was small, and softly lit by a domed light overhead, instead of the harsh glow from the hallway. Wood paneling covered all four walls. A large, plush rug ran the length of the room. To one side, a door opened to a tiny bathroom with just

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<|text|> a toilet and one of those pedestal sinks. Out of the corner of his eye, he could see the edge of his reflection caught in the simple mirror hanging over the sink, though he didn’t feel like looking at himself very long. “Of course,” Steve said, confusion at Tony’s question making him draw back, though Tony’s moods being as changeable as the sea he so wanted to control were becoming somewhat comfortingly familiar to Steve.  He tried to remember what his thoughts had been.  He must have dreamed of life after the war.  Everyone had.  Vague notions of Bucky and Nat, a small cottage and warm hearth with red-haired hellions running to and fro, with Sam by his side, talking his ear off, and Clint threatening to use Redwing’s feathers for his arrows. Pietro and Wanda arguing about the importance of a twelve minute difference in their entries into this world.  And Steve, watching it all.  I would watch them live their lives, Steve thought. Their lives after the war, in that blank space of time that had never seemed to exist for Steve, though he didn’t want to say this to Tony. “I guess I thought we—my team, I mean—we’d all end up together.  Somehow.  That, ah.  Actually, that doesn’t make much sense,” Steve said with a small laugh. “They were all from different corners of the country, truth be told. Clint had a farm and a family.  Wanda and Pietro—they were siblings.  Twins, actually, though they looked little alike.  Their village was all but destroyed, but they’d talked of helping rebuild one day. I’d have probably followed Bucky and Nat around until they got tired of me, I guess.  Nat—Natasha—she and Bucky were married.  Well, not truly married, not with a holy man or anything, but they said their vows in a circle of standing stones, the way people used to, and Natasha said that was just as good, if it was truly meant.” It happened too quickly.  Or, faster than Tony had expected, anyway.  When it happened, it wasn’t nearly as dramatic as Tony had imagined in his head.  JARVIS just...didn’t answer. No build up. No heartfelt goodbye. The signal was just gone.  Lost. He was too far, now. Too far, alone, and the thing in his chest had killed him back in that cave, only he just figured that out now.  Fitting, he supposed. In the end, in a way, it really was his own weapons that would kill him. “You got me thirty one of them,” Steve countered. “If I’m not mistaken, that’s a ‘Mine, Mine, Mine’ shirt for each day of the month.” “I wish that were so, but war will never be gone from this world so long as there are men who crave power,” Steve countered.  “And there are always men like that.” “Thanks,” Steve said. He wiped the back of his hand against his lip, though the blood was gone now, he realized.  “I...I fell.” “Ah, Sir, ah, Your—Your—” one of the guards stammered. He reached out, then stopped, hand suspended midair as Steve brushed past him. “He’s probably teething,”

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<|text|> Clint said, shooting a look over his shoulder as he got the jet into the air.  “The drool,” Clint explained at Tony’s blank look.  “Might be why he’s a little fussy, too.” “Captain Rogers, did you turn down the Medal of Honor because you didn’t want the scrutiny?” another reporter called out from the back of the room. It wasn’t as though he didn’t understand that some of his anger and disgust was really aimed at himself. Steve knew it wasn’t the same, what he contemplated, but he also knew how much his leaving would hurt Tony. Some of that, at least, was on Stone for laying the groundwork.  Forever making Tony think he wasn’t worth loving. And I’m going to do it to him again, Steve thought grimly. Take all of this and throw it in his face, say that anything, even death, is better than being with him. He wondered, even now, when his mind churned with plans and maps and strategies, if he would truly be able to do it.   He closed his eyes for a moment, heard Tony rise to give the pronouncement to open the games, then reached up and wrapped his hand around Tony’s as he sat back down. Tony didn’t move his hand. He didn’t move at all, really. It was 2 a.m., Tony remembered, thumbing for the end button with punch-covered fingers. Rhodey was asleep, of course he was, and why the hell wasn’t he just getting a taxi?  He pulled the phone into his lap so he could see what he was doing, pressing his slick, sticky thumb to the red button for all it was worth, then noticed that the contact at the top wasn’t even Rhodey’s phone. “I’m…” Tony began in a burst of air that almost wasn’t a word.  He pumped his hips again and reached for his cock, only to have Steve shoot out a hand to grab his.  “Huh?” Tony looked over at him as he walked in, typed something into the computer that made the spinning slow to a stop and doffed the goggles. “Yes.  Master,” Steve said, then clamped his jaw together and looked somewhere over Zola’s shoulder where a statute of a knight raised his shield to ward off a dragon’s stone fire. “You know, we could just skip this exercise in bureaucracy and let me pay for whatever treatment it is he needs,” Tony suggested.  “Go play mini-golf instead.  I really want to get one down Gene Simmons’ throat.  Wow. That sounded wrong. “By all accounts—well, except for that nonsense his parents hired some consultant to put together in that folder—he’s quite the problem child.  It’s well known in some circles why he hasn’t Bonded yet, even though he’s the only child of a fairly well-to-do family,” she said.  “Parents are likely rather desperate. Disobedient to something of a fault, I hear.  A bit of a troublemaker, really—there have been several rather unfortunate public incidents--brash to the point of rudeness and astoundingly arrogant.  No, no, now, what you need is someone calm, gentle, good-natured.  Disciplined, I think,” she suggested with a soft,

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<|text|> certain smile and slight nod of her head. His voice sounded unsure. God, Steve hated that.  One step at a time, Steve told himself.  This was for Tony.  He could do this for Tony. “You better fucking hear me!” Brock roared, his face shoved up to Steve’s, breath hot on Steve’s cheek. “I am not going to be played for a fool here, Steve. That is not going to happen. Do you get that? That is not how this is going to go. Steve’s thrusts sped up, shallow then deep, sometimes hitting the place inside just right, sometimes teasing at it, until Tony thought he would explode with need. It built up, this pressure, this warmth, this insistent, pulsing throb that bordered on pain, then Steve would find the spot inside him and everything would be wiped away by a wave of pleasure, only to start again the next time.  Finally, Steve’s thrusts lost their rhythm. His hips juddered and he rolled them, sending a whole new sensation through Tony that made him gasp. He pumped again, then again, bottoming out, Tony’s hole loose and slack around him. He scooped up a handful of slick and wrapped his hand around Tony’s cock, stroking up and down as he thrust again, mimicking the motion, his hand twisting on the head of Tony’s cock just as his angle found that place deep inside Tony one, last time. “The show is always so nice over the lake,” Maria remarked.  “Girls, please don’t dive off the end of the dock. It’s actually quite shallow and there are rocks!” she called out. “If I’m really supposed to work with the company, don’t you kind of think it might be helpful if the CEO and I occasionally, I don’t know, chatted?” Tony asked, throwing his hands up in the air.  “He was just trying to help.  With the whole Heat thing, I mean.  I know, it’s unusual, since it was my first Heat and all.  I know, that’s…I mean, usually, maybe an Alpha who wasn’t Bonded would help out a widowed Omega or something, but it was a weird situation.  Most Omegas are Bonded well before their first Heat, and if I hadn’t been…you know. “I’m sorry.  That’s all the information I have right now. I have to go, Tony.  I’ll be in touch when I know more,” Coulson said. The line went dead, but it didn’t stop Tony from shouting Coulson’s name a few times in case he could somehow Carol Anne the damned message through the void.  He tried the number again until it went to voicemail. Then again.  Then again. It had always been easy to love Steve, but he’d never realized, couldn’t conceive of really, how easy it was to be “Yes. Run away,” Steve suggested evenly.  His eyes narrowed, looking around at the garden with its walls and gates.  “But, you were already doing that, weren’t you?  Cutting across the garden to get to the courtyard without notice.” “Can’t fight the feeling, mi amigo,” Tony shrugged. He lifted the binoculars back up and zoomed around until he found

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<|text|> the right spot again.  “What do you think Hot Roof Guy does in real life? I’m thinking underwear model. God, what if he’s an underwear model? That would be outstanding.  Did I tell you about the time Howard sent these twins from the cover of Maxim to set me on the--dare I say it?--straight and narrow path?” he asked, looking over at Rhodey for a moment. “It did not work.” Tony wasn’t sure if it was wrong to hope his Alpha was, in fact, risking his neck for a shadowy government organization run by the Mad-Eye Fury, but the alternative was that Steve actually listened to Tony’s suggestion to find someone on the side, and was simply attempting to be discreet about it out of some kind of weird sense of politeness. That…was not something Tony cared to contemplate, mostly because when he did, his throat closed up on itself, and he couldn’t seem to force air into his lungs.  Life threatening danger for the win, then, Tony thought glumly, looking back over at Jarvis. His room was dark and spare, same as always, but tonight, he pulled the sketch out of his drawer, grabbed his charcoals and set to work, which managed to occupy him until sometime after midnight. Putting the drawing back in the drawer--he still wasn’t sure what he would do with it, it wasn’t really that good, but, he was drawing it for Tony or He felt Steve’s cock harden between them as his hands grazed up Steve’s stomach to toy with his nipples, first circling the areolae before finally brushing the rigid nipples, earning a sharp gasp from Steve.  He looked down to see Steve’s eyes wide and dilated, burning into Tony as he shifted lower, pushing Steve’s shirt up high enough to allow his mouth access.  He brought his head to Steve’s right nipple and licked a wide stripe, then blew cool air over it, feeling Steve’s hips buck against him as he did.  He clasped his mouth onto the nipple, sucking and pulling just a bit more than enough, using his teeth to graze the sensitive nub.  Steve’s back arched into him, and Tony rewarded him by flattening his tongue over the nipple again and again, then swirling it around the taut peak.  He turned his attention to the other nipple, giving it the same treatment as his hand worked at the first one, keeping it overly sensitized and drawing harsh cries from Steve’s throat. As soon as Tony said it, Steve felt the weariness seep into his bones.  His mind was still weaving cobwebs with Tony’s words, but his body was winning the battle.  It wasn’t long before he drifted off, Tony warm by his side. “Yes…?” Zola repeated, looking up at him with an arched brow, crossed his hands at the wrists and waited.  Steve stared at him until the smaller man’s mouth flattened into a thin line and his jaw worked his teeth together.  He stepped closer to Steve and leaned in close.  “The King will tire of you. Maybe after tonight.  Maybe after the next night.

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<|text|> But, he will.  And I’ll be here. Waiting.  Ask yourself, are these little rebellions really worth it?  For you, perhaps, but the boy…” Zola said, making a tsking sound through his teeth.  “Pride is such a petty reason for suffering, isn’t it?” “You're not going to throw up in my car right? Last time you were in here you seemed pretty intent to.” Steve teased—trying to cover up his actual worry—as he fished out his car keys and let Tony in. Also, I ended this part here because I wanted to keep the tradition of the past chapters going: almost each ends with the word shit somewhere in the last two lines XD. (Don't know if anyone else noticed, or cares. But I seem to like ending them all the same way...) Maybe I'll break tradition for the next part? Who knows... He looked back up at Tony's expectant glare, as his hands hovered an inch away from the top of Tony's zipper, face two inchs away from Tony's crotch. “Happy, come. Hurry okay, this was a bad idea.” Tony kept mumbling as he made his way towards the street list, “thirty four things under no. And three things under yes.” Tony counted off with his fingers, “good friends, good food and good location.” Steve smiled in satisfaction. Steve smirked and straightened up. "Do I wanna kiss you? Nah you're my best friend and that's all I've ever seen you as, no offense, plus you've been with Simmons since .... forever and I think you two are very cute together, and I happened to re-" “Coming!” Steve called out to his door from the bedroom. He looked down at his watch, he still had another hour before Tony was suppose to come. Thankfully, unlike last time, Steve predicted Tony’s earliness and had woken up two -- okay three --hours earlier than normal to get ready. "No." Tony tersely replied meeting her eyes. "God, can't I just build something for myself for once? Not have to go public with it?" He asked his voice rising in volume and irritation. Tony processed the story for a few seconds. “How? How could I not remember any of this? How could this have not come up before? That was like “We are having TWINS!” Thor boomed, extending his arms, Nat's quick reflex's kicked in and she was able to pull herself and Jemma away from Thor's wingspan. The diner broke into clappter and cheers for the soon to be parents and Thor very graciously accepted them. "I need your article yesterday! Stop chit-chatting with Rogers and go to your desk. NOW!" Fury yelled from his office's door frame. Sam raised his coffee and lowered his head, hoping to indicate that he heard the man and was going to do as told. “Oh my god! Congratulations!” was the general phrase that came from the bundle of friends at the table. "I drove Tony back to his place last night and ended up staying there and we slept together -- but not like slept slept together -- well technically we did sleep sleep together -- but like actually slept slept like snoring slept--on

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<|text|> the couch and then Rhodey found us and it was awkward but I didn't want to make it awkward since apparently to Tony it wasn't that awkward -- and then we had breakfast and he said I could pick something out from his closet -- and man his closet is big and we ended up -- or I guess I ended up trying on nearly all of his clothes -- though I guess you could say it was the two of us since he kept handing me stuff -- and it was a lot of fun cause he had JARVIS play music and it felt like we were little kids playing dress up and we talked a bunch throughout the whole thing -- oh and did I mention we spent the whole night talking too -- yeah we talked till we fell asleep on each other but its really no big deal can you guys stop making it such a big deal? " Steve said, taking a much needed gasp of air. “Umm...right Tony it’s nearly four in the morning. The hill isn’t that close, by the time we get there we’ll be watching the sunrise instead of the stars. Why don’t we do it anot-Tony where are you going?” Steve quickly unbuckled his seatbelt and followed Tony out of the car. “Okay honey I’m gonna stop you right there.” Sam said looking at her, his voice conveyed embarrassment and disapproval but his eyes said otherwise as he straightened Jemma out and grabbed the upside down book from her hands. Steve spent a good portion of the movie debating weather or not he should put his arm around Tony. His internal battle had been bad enough when he had taken Peggy on their fifth date to the movies and it wasn’t till the rolling credits Steve finally convinced himself that it would indeed be okay if he did put his arm around her. Steve’s grin quickly deflated into a grimace. He regretted ever saying anything about the whole nickname thing. Now he was going to be stuck getting called Squidward; a constant reminder that Tony saw him as nothing more than a friend. He typed a response before turning his phone to silent and getting back to work. When they arrived at the diner Sam was attacked by Jemma. As she jumped up towards him she shrieked, “I got the job! I got the job!” Steve smiled fondly at him, holding in the smirk and the internal screaming because ahh showers and boxers and memories, “you had me at doooooo.” “What? H-how? How-How did I, why-why what-what?” Tony felt his throat dry and hard, words struggling to escape. “Look, man, we’ve had this conversation a thousand times before. Steve, they know that I’m not… they know what they’re doing and what’s going to happen, I’m always perfectly clear about that okay? I never lead these girls on and make them think there’s more than what there really is, they know that that’s just the way it is with me.” Tony shrugged. The movie was funny. At least Steve figured the movie

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<|text|> was funny considering the laughter that kept coming from the audience. Since I've never swam with dolphins (*insert sad face*) I used this video to give me some ideas : https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=RCr6tOuyJfw “Um, well you talked about how much you liked your old phone so I made a phone that integrated both features of old phones as well as new ones. I-it’s okay if you hate it.” Tony tried to go for a nonchalant-I’m not at all holding my breath to see what you think-tone, he wasn’t sure if he succeeded. “That’s crazy you only had a drink” Steve replied reaching for the check only to be swatted away by Tony’s hand “What the hotdogs and cotton candy from the zoo didn’t fill you?” Tony teased as Steve headed for the concessions line. "Oh well, Stark and Pepper were just spotted on another dinner date." One of the girls answered him pointing at the computer screen which displayed a grainy photo of Tony and Pepper sitting at a table in some fancy Italian restaurant. "This was taken thirty minutes ago," the girl explained, "they are honestly the cutest couple ever!" “Oh, if you look further in the box there are some CDs, a flash drive and a journal. They'll basically help guide you through the phone.” Tony added looking up at Steve, and just like that the awkward stuffy feeling melted and they soon settled into one of their wonderful long talks. "Yeah. But I was in the area and figured hey why not? Have you had breakfast yet? Come down and I'll drive us someplace to eat." The voice dripped like honey through the machine, echoing in Steve's tiny apartment. Steve’s blush started deeping, reaching his neck. He started fidgeting his feet, briefly considering the idea of telling Tony to wait right there while he ran home to change into a suit like the one Tony was wearing. It had been about two weeks since Steve had gone to him with pie. And for the last two weeks, Steve had definitely not been the only thing occupying Tony’s mind, making it impossible for him to focus on any of his projects, or anybody else for that matter. Tony most certainly did not spend his time with Steve micro-analyzing every little I have been working on converting this fanfic into an original work (Baking Pies). I am very excited about it!!! Steve smirked, turning to the voice in the living room. His heavy curtains were drawn and he could just barely make out a figure in the dark. “Umm yeah. I mean I was really drunk too so I don’t remember all of the details towards the end there. But I do remember that before I went back to my apartment you stopped me, looked me dead in the eye and said you had one last birthday gift to give me…” Steve lingered, setting his eyes on Tony. “Wabrist” Tony yelled at his phone as he opened it. He had somehow managed to wrangle his way through the crowded mansion and to the front of the house. Tony felt like he needed a pillow, or something, anything, to squeeze and scream into, because

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<|text|> for crying out loud, what did he do!? Tony let his smile show this time as he wrote his name down on the guest list. “Can I bring a friend?” Tony asked as he finished writing the K. “Or two actually?” He said looking up at a wide eyed Steve. Steve bit his tongue before he let something slip about his night time adventure with the drunk Tony. Instead he remained quiet and kept staring at Tony who, with the bright eyes of a little kid, kept looking up at the night sky. Steve nodded, lust returning to his face as he picked Tony up and started sucking on his bare chest, carrying him off to his bedroom. “Wait hold on.” Jane extended her hands in front of her. “I feel like we missed a very vital part of this conversation.”  She gestured to Thor and herself. Then staring at Steve, “since when do you know Tony Stark?” All Tony could do was remind himself that breathing was a necessary thing for humans to do and that swallowing was also good, and blinking too, though his eyes refused to do that last one as he sang his theme song of “ “I said,” Sam told Steve, widening his eyes for emphasis, “that’s a cool phone dude. Where did you get it?” He pronounced each word carefully and slowly. Steve continued gaping at him, “Tony we were on the phone yesterday till around 10 am. Are you- are you saying that you designed and built this in less than a day?” His mouth dropped as he carefully picked up the phone from the box, it was a lot lighter than he thought it would be. “Uh Thursday night. I-sort a- nursed him back to health...” Steve answered, and yup, he’s pretty sure that at this point you could boil water on his cheeks. You are totally right, person I made up to ask me these questions! I DO have a very bad track record at uploading consistently. That is why I will wait until I have a few chapters written on this story and then schedule them to post while I write more! That being said, I am working on a few writing projects and also real life can get pretty busy. Uploading though gives me a sense of accountability and responsibility (are those just synonyms?) so even if it takes a bit to upload, I will eventually upload. So don't forget to bookmark/subscribe!! Also, comments are always my biggest motivators! So feel free to leave feedback, seriously it would mean the world to me! It was about 7 when Steve finally got home from work. Exhausted, he sat himself down in front of his home computer with his take out food and Tony's flash drives. He plopped in the one labeled number one and took a bite of his food. Steve sighed, why couldn't anybody understand how big this was for him? "It's a wedding." He explained to Sam, " “No no no!” Bucky said extending his hand to Tony. “We are friends of Steve’s, just wanted to stop by and say hello.” A few months ago, the first time Tony dared extend

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<|text|> their morning chats to a day of watching movies, he realized that Mr. Rogers was a lot cuter than the girl he left behind in his apartment. He also realized that it was easier to talk to him than any of the other girls he had been with. And for a brief second the thought ‘ “I mean golly Steve, you’re moving our relationship to the next level, I hadn’t known we were at this stage yet. Should I make the wedding arrangements now or after I move in?” Tony joked weakly, hoping Steve would take the sass and ignore the blushing red cheeks. “The kind they are used to.” Steve replied flatly, moving over to open the passenger side door for Tony. “If you're not too busy.” Steve added, not wanting to coerce Tony into doing anything he didn’t want to do. Tony checked his phone. “Steve is 15 minutes away!” The announcement came out at a higher pitch than he was proud of. “Should I open it now?” Steve said, lifting the gift safely from his lap, the dead silence had been a “If I don’t use the company card to pay for this, they are going to think I didn’t even come here and that I made up whatever I’ll write in the article.” Steve explained to Tony, tentatively bringing his arm back down. a reporter. Well, it’s not the first time I’ve slept with a reporter, though usually, it’s so that they don’t write a story, not after they already have.” “Um not sisters, but they were related… Peggy and Sharon - and not at the same time. I- we're all good friends now though and I don’t want to ruin that by asking one of them out again- especially since I don’t feel that way about them anymore.” Steve explained trying his hardest to not stumble over any words. “Who cares about the movie. I’ll run ahead and explain everything to the workers.” Steve said stepping away from the car, getting ready to run back to the main entrance. “Do I have something on my face?” Steve continued in a playful tone as Tony tried to not think about the fact that if either one of them leaned in just a few inches or so their lips would be touching. just buy you a new car if I did.” Tony smirked sliding into the passenger side, this all felt strangely familiar to him. “Uh. Since a certain friend hasn’t finished all his reports to help me plan Buck’s party...I’m meeting a… a consultant on bachelor party planning.” Steve said keeping his eyes locked straight ahead of him because, though he technically wasn’t lying, he still didn’t feel like meeting Sam’s eyes. “Shut up.” Tony squeaked out, he meant to sound irritated and controlled but instead just sounded flustered and self-conscious. He quickly walked up to the circle as casually as he could and in the most nonchalant voice he could muster asked what was going on. Steve knew what it was, or at least he had his suspicions. He wanted to protest that he liked his phone, he was comfortable with it,

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<|text|> it worked just fine, had for years. But the look Tony was giving Steve flushed all his arguments down the toilet. "Ironman," he quietly mumbled, sticking his head deeper into fridge, and continuing on to hum the rest of the lyrics. “So then what are your plans for the bachelor party?” Tony said continuing one of the many conversation they had started during lunch. “So I let you in and… you really don’t remember any of this Tony?” Steve’s brows furrowed as he stared at Tony who could only shake his head no while silently wishing he could disappear into the ground. “Tony?” He put the bat down as he took in the sight of his friend, hand underneath the running tap water. Tony gently took the box from Steve and cleaned it with a wet wipe. He opened it, presenting it to Steve. A gold band shining inside. “Uhh...very…” Tony glanced at Steve’s pecs that were staring him in the face. “Ve-very impressive.” He said looking back up at Steve’s eyes, forcing himself to swallow. “Tony?” He asked again, sending him a sideways glance. Tony had his head rested on the window, eyes transfixed on the stars. “Yeah, well that and wondering why we hadn’t ordered any cheeseburgers. I’m hungry, aren’t you hungry? We should order cheeseburgers. I’ll call.” He said getting up from the sofa, momentarily forgetting he had been acting as Steve’s headrest, causing it to been staring at his crotch, Steve's head had just lowered a little, yeah that was it, he had been staring off into nowhere, before he had refocused on Tony's face, only to then completely zone out and sit back in his chair staring at the windshield with complete and utter determination. “Tony, I’m in my car and I don’t know where to go. You are very smart and we will have a discussion on whether or not you're stupid afterward, yeah?” I got ideas for the zoo activities from this site : http://mentalfloss.com/article/53809/11-interactive-zoos “Here let me take a picture of you two.” The zookeeper said as they were petting the cheetahs that were now sprawled out on the grass below them. When Tony dropped Steve off at home later that afternoon he forgot to give Steve his clothes and sketchpad back. , blueberries were placed carefully in between the hearts. “It’s beautiful.” He leaned in and gave Tony a soft kiss. “I’ll get the plates and milk.” "I'm impressed, man." Sam said as he lifted the two coffees trying to avoid getting splashed as he struggled to keep up with his friend. "I mean I seriously thought you had no bad bone in your body, all rules and regulations and stuff. But you did it. You lied and took a sick day. And don't try and tell me you were actually sick because you don't “Are we stopping?” Tony cheered up again, sadness completely forgotten. “Is—is star watching time? You-you—someone said we would go watch the stars!” Steve nodded. It was sweet of them to celebrate the big day with them. “Okay. Give me a few minutes to… get hosting appropriate. Climbing off my lap might help me get there faster.” “No Steve that’s not

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<|text|> what I meant. Sorry I got a little fan girly. I just meant, we’d be very happy for you. Do you want me to go on a rant about how amazing you are? Cause I totally could. We'd be here for days though” Jemma offered. Everything was spinning. Why was everything spinning? Tony thrust his hand forward, trying to get the world to hold still. Instead, he lost his balance and ended up on all fours staring at the grass. “Ookay. I’m gonna go now. Call me when you get back to your apartment so that I know you made it home safe and were not in a car accident.” Tony said, eye’s not leaving Steve as he climbed out of the car. "Dude. You are the one making this so much harder on yourself. It doesn't have to be a date. Why can't you just take someone as a friend?" Tears rolled down Steve’s cheeks, he wiped them away as breathless, euphoric, giggles escaped his mouth. He pushed his chair out and kneeled across from Tony, their knees practically kissing. “I was trying really hard not to cut you off with a kiss, I liked what you were saying and I wanted to let you finish.” He gently wiped a tear away from Tony’s cheek before kissing him. “They’re perfect.” Tony finally said, forcing his eyes off the screen. Off Steve’s face and frame. “Thank you Marisol.” He said looking up at her and offering to shake her hand. He politely ignored the sequel that inadvertently came out of her throat as she shook his hand. She waved goodbye to Steve and then went on her way. Steve picked up some of the files scattered on the desk. “I told you not to take on so many assignments at the same time.” Steve sighed. “So I take it you're not free today?” He held up the company card. “How did we do?” Tony asked, wishing with all his might that he could have these memories and live them over and over in his mind. "Is that a yes? A no? What is it man? You wanna kiss me? Is that it? Answer the question," Sam said crossing his arms -- as best he could with the two coffees -- expectantly. story!) but a lot of grammar/spelling, spacing, and word choices. When I wrote this four years ago I was really into writing “definitely not” statements (these mostly stayed because it would be too much work to rewrite it all, also I feel a nostalgia for the statements and still use them every once in a while! Also, at the time in school, “no contractions!” was getting drilled into my head, so a lot of “I am” and “was not” statements made it into the dialogue (fixed to make it seem like actual conversations). Also, I guess I felt that “ya” was a better way to spell “yeah”? Or just thought that was how you spelled it? I was really into commas back then (I’ve noticed that I’m currently a little too into periods). I didn’t spend too much time on

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<|text|> the edits. I’m sure there is a lot more that could be done, or things that were missed. I’m sure that four years from now I’ll see even more things to fix (possibly even cringe at the edits I made now). But that’s what I love about writing, you get better, and you don’t always realize it until you read old work! “It’s our lucky number.” Steve nodded. “‘Sides. These are good kids.” He scooted closer to Tony on the bed, resting his head on his husband’s shoulder. “Tony.” Nat interrupted the ramble she knew could go on for hours. “This is your big night.” She gave him a smile that reached her eyes. “Not mine.” The smile faded and turned into a threat. “Keep touching my hair, though, and you won’t make it through the night.” And oh god that was not helping what Steve was trying to do, because now he was thinking about other things of Tony poking him. He looked out of the windshield, lips pressing tightly together. “I hear you like roses.” Jane slowly dictated, “so here's a polar coordinate graph of r  = 1+cos(theta).” Steve’s face went red. “Wow. Uh thanks Jemma.” He rubbed the back of his neck. “Actually, I was able to get to meet him in person.” He fumbled for his pocket as he stumbled back towards the house. After a few tries, he managed to pull out his phone. "So, what's your excuse for letting the coffee I so graciously bought you go cold again?" Sam eyed down Steve, who was barely settling down into his chair. Curiosity forced Tony’s chin up, to a square panel of light in the ceiling. Clint Barton’s face appeared. “I dunno, it’s...it’s fun, most of the time, and...it’ll help you, y’know? I just...I like building things, okay?” Tony snapped, defensive. ” Tony groaned for the third time, peeking up through his fingers and immediately closing his eyes again. . It was officially the third time in a row he’d worked himself to the point of passing out, and the last two times it’d only been for a few hours on the workshop couch. A proper bed and maybe some food would be good. Great, actually. Steve told her everything, skimming over the part about Peggy as quickly as he could and skimping on the details of what was said, exactly. Steve stared. This Omega, this rich privileged boy, had not only taken notice of some poor random runner, but he’d Steve shrugged. “He was a brilliant man. I’m sure you could find thousands of half-finished projects if you looked. And I know the excellent R&D team a few floors below could build most of it easily. Just not quite.. In which Nat is protective and two spy/assassin/superheroes knock some sense into Steve. Also there is angst. And Star Wars. Wow, the next chapter!! Yay!! In my defense, the doc for this fic was created June 20th of 2018, so I feel like this chapter was written relatively quickly by comparison. and then someone was grabbing his arms, trying to pull him up, and he was caught between latching onto them and shoving them

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<|text|> away. Experimentally Tony reached for his magick. It was right where it always was, coming to the surface with a familiar prickling sensation. He wiggled his fingers and a few of Clint’s arrows floated into the air. Clint shouted and snatched them back in an instant, but everyone had seen. , staring blankly through Steve and not moving at all, except for the tremors running through his body. And despite everything Steve knew, despite his own experiences, he reached out and tried to touch Tony’s knee. The soldier was standing in parade rest in front of the doors, because he did stuff like that, even in the Tower. Both men barely glanced at each other before glancing pointedly away and moving to opposite sides of the small space. Tony fidgeted with the hem of his ragged T-shirt, greasy and stained and full of holes, and glanced at Steve, the perfect super soldier, fresh and shiny and standing tall in parade rest again. The tension was suffocating. Tony grit his teeth. “I sort of assumed it was a simpler problem than whatever the hell’s going on here.” “You can build me an arm, or try anyway,” Bucky said, “I mean, you said it yourself—you can’t do anything with me here, so I have nothin’ to worry about.” Tony’s jaws tightened, his expression shuttering closed. He gave Steve a quick, sharp nod and staggered to his feet. Natasha had her body between the elevator doors now, forcing them open, and Tony pushed past her. All three of the Avengers called out after the genius, but by the time Steve ducked out of the elevator Tony was gone. “Are you alright to stand?” Steve asked Tony, remembering too well all the times his panic attacks left him with legs to weak to support him at first. It was a better job than most lower-class citizens could manage to secure. Pietro had been a runner, trying to support his sister as she looked for work—there weren’t many jobs that needed a telepath, and few wanted an employee who could peer into their thoughts, twist them around. Jarvis had found them while out on errands, and took a few days to convince Howard they could be useful. Jarvis had nearly lost his job for that, but he’d done it. Steve hummed. “Perfect is relative. I was made to be the vision of a bunch of men in the 40s. Look at me now, dating a gal—do you think they wanted a queer Captain America? And trust me, I’m smart enough to get by, but the things you can do, Tones? They’re amazing. And I’m impulsive, stubborn, close-minded at times. I’m strong, darling, but that’s about it. I’m nowhere near perfect.” Clint followed suit on his lighter-colored horse, Hawk (named for Clint’s own nickname) and after a moment Bucky and Natasha slipped around the corner on after the other, dressed like servants out on errands. With Bucky’s missing arm and Nat’s bright red hair, they stuck out a bit more than usual servants, but it wouldn’t matter now. Nat wasted no time in sliding onto the back of

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<|text|> Widow, the small dark mare with just as much fire as her owner. Winter, Bucky’s horse, stood patiently as his rider climbed awkwardly on. They all liked to joke about how Buck and Winter looked the same, with identical blue eyes and surprisingly sharp stares. Tony pushed a hand through his hair and leaned back, deciding to call it quits for the night/day/whatever. It was the fourth time he’d burned himself in about an hour. “-ony? Tony, it’s alright, darling, I promise, I know, it’s okay, you’re doing so well, breathe for me, okay? Breathe, darling.” Steve puttered around the house uselessly for another hour or so, straightening up things that were already straightened and faking productivity until he thought he could go back to check on Tony and Bucky. Clint’s house was as quiet as ever and completely normal-looking from outside. Steve frowned a little and knocked on the door. The words wouldn’t stop coming, and Tony was sitting on the floor like he didn’t care at all, about any of it, and Steve couldn’t stand that, he started grasping at any barbs he could find to dig under Stark’s skin. If he’d been in his right mind, if he’d paused for even a second, he would’ve noticed the vacant look and the trembling hands, but he hadn’t. “Runner,” Bucky explained to Tony’s evidently confused look. “One of the perks of Registration is we always have some ready to go.” The lights lowered a lot that time, and Tony was able to look around without being blinded. He blamed sitting in a dark elevator. Steve swallowed at the “often.” How many times had this happened? How many times had he caused this before, without even knowing? “No, sir, I’m afraid not. I’m the only one.” Steve pulled up short at that as the rain began to fall, watching the strange man plod slowly away. He’d be lucky not to catch ill in this weather, but there wasn’t much Steve could do about it now. Steve swallowed. “Would you...you would be able to break that protocol, if, if Tony was going to…” he trailed off, unable to finish the sentence. Tony pushed herself up a little bit, ready to leap to Steve’s defense, but Steve pressed her gently back down. “Hush. I know you want to prove me wrong, but shush for just a minute. I’m not puttin’ myself down here, just statin’ facts. You are amazing, Tony Stark. Don’t let anyone tell you you’re the weakest on the team just because you’re only human outside the suit. You were only human in Afghanistan, and look what you made from that.” . The more Steve thought about a younger Tony Stark waiting in vain to be rescued, about Howard somehow being able to stand not going through heaven and hell to get his son back, the more he wanted to hit something. Anything. Howard, maybe. And then, because the universe absolutely hated Tony Stark, the elevator released an earsplitting screech and shuddered to a halt. Clint looked around the living room, then at Tony. He was wearing dark gray dress pants and a french tucked

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<|text|> polo shirt of Steve’s that screamed Confused, Steve went to turn on the lights himself. But someone called him to a stop before he could. Tony. “Sorry—it’s just—I mean, we already had sex right? So what there left to hide?” Tony said finishing his shake and making his way to put it in the sink. hammered.” He sat on the counter. “It was like 11:40 when you just started pounding and pounding on my door, yelling something along the lines of ' “She uh-” Steve could hear Tony swallowing, forcing his words out, “she found someone who is able to give her what she deserves, a um, a, a better sponge. And the worst part is; here I am, wallowing in self-pity. I mean, I should be happy for her, or angry and vow to fight to get her back. But what did I do? I drank. And drank, and drank, and drank, and drank, and drank, and drank, and drank, and drank, and drank, and drank, and drank, and drank, and- what I am talking about again?” Tony finally looked up at Steve, subsequently making Steve's heart jump because he hadn’t realized how close their faces were. A few more inches and their noses would be touching; they were already breathing the same air. “No, I mean it, buddy!” Steve laughed shaking Tony by the shoulders, “You’d make a great boyfriend.” There was that eye flicker again. Hey everyone so I tried uploading it yesterday but ao3 crashed on me. I explained it on my tumblr and also gave a thanks to everyone that reads my stuff because, honestly, it means a lot to me that you do : D anways you can find that post here -- http://thatfanwriter.tumblr.com/post/128224449498/to-people-who-read-my-fanfiction Steve pinched his brows together, "not this again." He walked towards his desk, Sam at his heel asking about his mystery date. “Ahhhhheeeeemmmmmm.” The man behind the booth interrupted them, bringing them back to reality as each took a step away from the other. Steve leaned over and kissed his collar bone, tracing his way along Tony’s chest. “Ready for round three?” “Well...we can go out shopping for the ingredients tomorrow and make it this weekend. C’mon it can be like, our thing!” Tony encouraged his friend, which thankfully was what Tony was feeling this was again, the awkwardness and tension had seemed to roll off them by the end of their conversation Tony looked down at his clothes, even though he had left the black suit jacket in the car and rolled up his sleeves, now it was his turn to stick out like a sore thumb. But Tony didn’t care, Steve had told him he looked fine, good even, and that was all that mattered. "Your such a good... sponge...bob." Tony looked up at Steve with eyes of admiration as Steve carefully wiped his mouth with a wet cloth. He started humming to the dial tone to make the time pass faster while he waited for someone to answer. This takes place continuing Ton'y flashback from the last chapter, right after he got the key and could only respond with "shit." “Don’t worry, I’ll catch them up.”

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<|text|> Natasha teased as he made to leave, he rolled his eyes in response but his smile betrayed the expression he had hoped to convey. “Here.” Tony said pulling Steve towards him as they waited for the dolphin show to start. They were in the first row and were wearing yellow ponchos. “Okay but I refuse to sit here alone.” She said with a playful pout before reaching out and pulling Thor in towards the couch, he let himself fall next to her and the two erupted into giggles. "My girlfriend of five years talks really fast when she's excited, I've gotten pretty good at understanding gibberish. " Sam said with pride. Steve looked back up at his group of friends, his face didn’t feel red anymore. “You guys are making way to big a deal out of my friendship with Tony.” So for weeks Tony successfully tucked away his growing feelings. That is until Steve went out and got him a fucking key. And painted it fucking red and gold. Hello, repressed feelings! “So you want to have sex in a living room filled with balloons and—” he turned to look once again, “streamers and… did you add photos?” He stepped away from Tony to get a better look at them. The ones closest to him were from a couple of months before they started dating. Those hapless 'I can't believe we were both so damn oblivious and dumb and so obviously in love" months before they finally kissed. His grin grew as memories flooded back with each picture. He cupped Steve’s chin and pulled him up into a kiss. He could feel Steve grin as their kiss deepened. It was one of his favorite feelings in the world. But as much as he wanted to experience some of his other favorite things in the world (for the third time in a row) there was a voice in his head trying to remind him of… “The genius, billionaire, adorable philanthropist.” Steve said with conviction as he started the car. “Here give it.” Tony broke Steve out of his thoughts and he handed him the phone. After a few swipes and clicks Tony started reading the message out loud. “ Tony was tapping his fingers on the table as Pepper explained something to him. He was glaring at her, resentment wanting to burst out of his chest but kept contained by the admiration and respect he had for the woman sitting across from him. The morning after the ‘present’ Tony tentatively opened Steve’s door with his new key, pushing it open a crack. He hovered at the entrance, this was such new territory for him. Should he just prance right in? Should he just close the door back up and knock, pretend he forgot he had a key? Should he knock on the already open door just to warn Steve he was going to enter? "Oh my GAWD they are soooo cute together, it hurts." Steve could hear some of his co-workers chatting. “There’s this field, well hill, kind of.” Steve said as they drove back to his car. “Uh. It’s a really nice place to watch the stars. Maybe we could

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<|text|> go sometime?” Steve said, remembering his promise to drunk Tony to take him there. When visiting the adoption center two weeks ago, Morgan had run up to Tony and dragged him by the thumb to go play with him. It was love at first sight. Steve even told him she looked just like him. "Is that a yes? Or have you already eaten?" Tony's voice once again filled the apartment. Steve glanced towards his kitchen, his plate still resting on the table, empty. Then down at the glass he was still holding, empty. "Steve! Get a hold of yourself." Steve whispered to himself, eyes refusing to stop examining Tony's body. He zeroed in on his bed. It was definitely coming from the sheets. He was about to pounce when the music suddenly stopped. “Besides. The lights are off and those thick blinds are drawn. No one can see us. It probably looks like no one’s even home.” He glared up at Steve. He had been anxiously standing in the dark long enough before Steve arrived for his eyes to have fully adjusted. He could see Steve’s confusion, but he didn’t understand it. Yes. They had mainly stuck to the bedroom when they had sex in Steve’s apartment. But they’d had living room sex in Tony’s before. They had had sex just about everywhere in Tony's apartment. What was the big deal? Maybe he was worried about making a mess? Or breaking things? “Come on.” He said, reaching up to cup Steve’s neck. “We can make our way to your room. Love your bed anyways.” He went to kiss and nibble Steve’s neck, ear, jaw, and cheek. When he finally got to Steve’s mouth Steve mumbled out a few words. “What?” As soon as the door closed behind Steve Tony collapsed on the bed, thoughts about what was soon coming swirling his head. “Holy shit.” He allowed himself one minute to internally freak out. “Well they were very… I…. I found myself mesmerized.” Steve said feeling himself turn into a familiar shade of pink and red that was only ever caused by Tony. “Well," Sam said rolling is shoulders to asses for damage from Steve's hug, "I was going to ask Nat if she could be my undercover agent and find out Jemma’s ring size and what ring she wanted. But then of course Nat had to go and get engaged so...” "Okay...uhh keep those hands there," Steve said trying to control his shaking hands as they went down to unbutton Tony's jeans. And his legs couldn't take it anymore. The leaning forward into Tony's waist area. They gave way, and he soon found himself crouching in front of the dripping wet bulge. “The fact that you came up with a couple name for us, before we even started dating, cutest thing ever.” Steve grabbed Tony’s neck and pulled him in for a kiss. He stopped at Tony’s ear to whisper, “Round 3 tonight, it’s going to turn into 3000 by the way.” “Buisness thing.” Tony said glancing back at his previous table. Most of the people that were still there had already fallen into new

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<|text|> conversation, except the lady he had been sitting next to. She was staring at them. At Steve. Giving him dagger eyes. Tony glanced back at Steve and saw that he too had noticed. “I’m so fucking adorable.” Tony agreed earnestly as he fist pumped the air. It felt like his heart was beating a thousand beats per minute, he felt like a little school girl staring at her idol as he looked over to Steve, completely aware that the smile on his face was toothy and taking up probably more than half his face and would not fade away anytime soon. But that was okay because Steve’s smile reflected his own and it didn’t seem to be fading either. “So the dolphin show is in ten minutes, we should probably start heading over there.” Tony said as he saw the time on his phone. “EVERYONE ACT NATURAL!” Jemma said jumping up from the sofa and picking up the nearest book. She flipped it open and began reading it, slightly bending her knees, as if sitting on a chair that wasn't there. “Yeah well, that talk we had kinda knocked some sense into me you know.” Tony quickly glanced down at Steve. Tony’s hand had fallen asleep about four musical numbers ago, but he was willing to put up with it because Steve looked comfortable. He quickly turned his gaze away when he felt heat rushing to his cheeks, instead trying to focus on the “ Steve did and said. And Tony, by no means, once so ever, had a ‘Is it worth it' notebook hidden underneath his third desk drawer in which he outlined every possible thing that could go wrong in a relationship with Steve, if he so chose to pursue one, which would consequently jeopardize their friendship. It also did not outline the possibility of Stony, yes Tony had created a couple name for him and Steve, ever becoming a thing. All of this had definitely not happened! “I have been known to throw pretty amazing-life changing- parties you know.” Tony said as he turned on his car. “Yeah.” Steve said his face turning red again. He muttered a thanks as the man handed him the dolphin then turned back to Tony. The rest of the friends nodded, throwing out, “yeah” and “good idea” as they made their way to the front door. Pepper put down the file she was holding and looked at Tony, who was trying his hardest to not make eye contact, to not squirm under her gaze. Steve struggled to breathe, mouth open, eyes wide as he stared at Tony, tears already wetting his lashes. "The sna- the button and zipper?" Steve looked back down exasperated, the jeans were already drooping dangerously low. Steve knew that as soon as he undid the “No Tony, I’m sorry I never meant it that way, you are an amazing guy, okay, and you deserve to live your life the way you want,”Steve said finally breaking his death stare at the pie to face Tony. He was laying on a bed that wasn’t his, wearing clothing that wasn't his, staring at a stranger who had a huge dopey grin on his face. “Look, please

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<|text|> take no offense, I’m sure you were great and that we had a fantastic night, and that I enjoyed myself greatl-” “C’mon, this … so much better. ‘Sides, we’ll make a lot more.” Steve said smiling. “Memories. A lot more memories.” He added after running through the sentence he had just said in his head. The video at the bottom of this page for the cheetahs : http://nationalzoo.com.au/meet_a_cheetah.htm As soon as he undid the belt he looked up at Tony with an accomplished smile, as if he had just disarmed a time bomb. Tony, however, stayed pouting, hands still resolved to hold up his boxers as he looked down towards his pants. Bucky opened his mouth to protest, he loved going through Steve’s sketchbooks, getting a glimpse of all that was going on in his friend's head. But his mouth snapped shut and his face shifted, giving Steve a knowing look as he saw him scrambling to put away all of his sketchbooks. “Course I know what ne-nay-nu-, the place. Not stupid, you know. I’m brilliant man.” Tony said as he continued to stumble down the street. "Tony, what are you doing?" Steve asked setting the glass by the sink. Tony was standing in the bathtub wrestling with his belt to get his pants off, his shirt already thrown haphazardly on the toilet, dipping into the bowl. Tony gave him a death stare then with a roll of the eyes said, “Bruce you aren’t my therapist, stop psychoanalyzing me.” "Umm yeah. Right." Steve fumbled over the words when he noticed Steve was already climbing into his car. They were laying on a blanket atop the hill Steve had suggested. A picnic basket lay discarded to the side, a half empty sparkling cider bottle in a small ice bucket next to them. “Hey-” Steve grabbed Tony by the arm as he opened the car door to get out, “just for the record, you aren’t a bad Spongebob. You're trying really hard to be a good Spongebob and I think that’s really all that matters.” Steve said, finally working up the nerve to tell Tony what he had wanted to the night before. He just wanted to let Tony know he wasn’t the selfish guy he thought he was. “I-I was…” Tony stammered walking swiftly into the apartment, “I have pie.” He said awkwardly lifting up the to go bag in his hand. “What if I suck at it?” Tony said suddenly. “Being a dad. What if I mess them up like my dad messed me up? What if it’s genetic? What if I break them? I don’t know how to do this.” Hi. So, the last chapter was ALSO uploaded a whole year after the one prior. Just like this one. I'm so sorry. “Not like I haven’t been burned before...the recipe was faulty.” Tony tried to play it off, fighting his instinct to pull his hand away, instead watching Steve worryingly inspect it gingerly tracing his fingers over the skin. “So?” Steve eyed Tony, who was still intently staring at the key like nothing else in the world existed. ”Do you like it?” A buzz from his room

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<|text|> prodded his head back out and he made his way back to his room. He stopped and stared at his new phone. He hadn't really used it since the day before when Tony was going through it's details with him. He carefully picked it up and clicked it on. His screen lit up. “You know, I haven't got drunk like this in a loooooooooooooooooong time. I’m really very good at holding down my liquor! Don’t normally remember what happened the day after. But I can compose myself while drunk. Once gave a speech while drunk—well many speeches. Been told they were pretty good! Today though? It’s like I’m a teenager again.” forgotten about his promise to call Tony. He spent the entire afternoon fretting over whether or not to do it, if Tony had just been kidding or not. He didn't want to be a nuisance to the great Tony Stark and call him when it had just been Tony's way of being nice and joking. What if he called him and Tony, already so caught up in the day's events, had already forgotten who Steve was. It was just best to not call and bother him is what Steve told himself. was doing. But he didn't because that was what he loved about Pepper. She was painfully honest, she gave it to you straight. No mind games. She stuck to her goals and took things seriously, always aiming for the best possible result. She was smart and sharp, she could think on her feet and always found ways to clean up Stark's messes. He knew he had taken advantage of her. He tried, he wanted to show her how much she meant to him but he never could, not in any way she understood. He was surprised and thankful she had put up with him for so long. So, yes she broke his heart when she told him she needed more, more than he could provide for her, because Tony had been trying his damn hardest to be what she wanted, what she needed. But he wasn't enough, he wasn't good enough. Story of his life, thought Tony, never able to live up to people's expectations, always letting the ones he loves down. “Can you take a photo of us?” Tony asked one of the workers at one point as he strapped his phone off the wetsuit and handed it to her. “To escape the smoke in my kitchen we stumbled our way across the hall into your place. Now at this point it was like 3 in the morning and we were both ready too just about pass out, but we fought through it like the badass guys we are,” Steve smiled. "What's going on?" Steve asked the air, doing another spin, just to make sure no one was going to run in and yell "You got pranked!" “Dooo” Tony said drawling out the o once Steve pulled up to his driveway, “um, do you wanna come in for a drink?” Sam twirled her around as he kissed her. Steve took that as his cue to walk away and say hello to the soon to be

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<|text|> married couple. Another time, he looked up at the camera and began telling Steve a story of a puppy he had found once when he was a little boy. “Y-yes.” Tony was able to sputter out. This was such new territory for him, one that he had only walked on when he is with Steve, he was normally the one making girls squeal and forget how to English, but there Steve was, reversing the roles on him. “Look at all the stars. They’re so bright.” Tony stopped walking as he looked at the dazzling night sky. “When you say in ‘your room’,” Tony started slowly, “like are we just gonna chill on your bed eating the chips while we wait for the burgers to arrive or-”, he stopped, feeling like an idiot for being so focused on that one part. It reminded him of when Tony was reaching up for the sun so desperately happy and hopeful that he just might catch that big star. “Yeah...they’re pretty great. They helped through a lot. They’re my family.” Steve smiled as he looked back at Tony. “Um, so are you still up for the park? You’re not sick of me yet?” “It’s stupid. You probably won’t even like it. It was a dumb idea.” Tony’s shoulders slumped as he looked back at the road, continuing to drive when the light turned green. “You know it’d been so long since I had last come to the movies that I almost forgot what it was like.” Tony said, still holding onto to Steve, “we should do this more often.” Also, in case your intrested, I recently added an Epilogue to my Stony story I have Pie... Please check it out if your intrested! Tony berated himself. “You know,” he leaned down and kissed Steve’s jaw, sucking hard before pulling away, “substance for round three.” He winked, smirk adorning his face. Steve smirked up and, in one smooth continuous move, got to his feet, and tightened his arms around Tony’s waist, pushing his chest into Tony’s back as he bent down to whisper into Tony’s ear, “no just changing my tactics.” He smirked as he pulled Tony in tighter, “you’re it.” “What are you guys doing here!?” Steve asked in distress as the new couple joined the one already there. They were all making themselves at home already. . But every kiss and every groan that escaped Steve’s mouth muffled the voice until it was barely above a whisper. "Wait you guys understood what I said? I don't even know what I said." Steve said staring at their grins. “Sharing is caring.” Tony confirmed into the phone. He tore his glance away from the stars and relayed what the nearest street signs said. The morning after his untimely bolt, months before, he had arrived at Steve’s door with two coffee’s and a pie. He spent the morning staring at Steve when he wasn’t looking. But not in an “I’m a puppy and you are my master and I love you” kind of a way. It was the same steady, calculating stare he used whenever he was trying to figure out his projects. He

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<|text|> didn’t know what to do with the thought from the night before; Steve was just his neighbor, they were barely strengthening their friendship. Tony did like Steve, he knew that much, he just wasn’t sure it was merely a platonic like anymore. “Told you. I keep my promises.” Steve smiled. He felt Tony shuffle next to him, so he turned his head to face him. Tony was now laying on his side facing him, head resting on his arm. "I'm not really sure what I am. We talked a lot about different sexualities that I didn't know existed. And I mean, a lot. All I know is that... I like you." “No, Mr. Stark. It’s Steve Rogers...we spoke on the phone earlier today? Mr. Stark are you okay, it’s three in the morning.” “Um the first one was me out in the middle of the street, staring into what I assume are headlights. I look like a scared deer.” Tony said answering Steve’s unspoken question. “Then the other one, which I, I think it’s my favorite drawing ever. We are basically cuddled up on top of your car, above us are all these magnificent bright stars and in front of us the sun is just barely starting to peek out.” Tony’s smile slowly dissipated, “wish I could remember that” he whispered, mainly to himself. “You know where to find me” Steve winked, and Tony just didn’t know what to do with that anymore because he was so sure they had shared a moment earlier, a whole staring into your eyes and I know what you’re thinking because we are one person moment earlier. At least he thinks that’s what they were having but he isn’t sure because the fucking delivery boy came and messed everything up. He watched, his big eyes opening even wider, as Steve unwrapped the gift, revealing a silver inscribed box. “Uh,” Steve pushed aside the strawberry filling to reveal what his fork had hit. A red and gold box. He looked at Tony for answers. Trying to get his muddied brain to think straight he looked around his bathroom, mainly trying to not look at Tony so he could actually think. A towel! Yeah, a towel could work! This time he jumped on his bed, determined to get to the bottom of the noise. He tangled with the sheets until finally, the source revealed itself. His phone continued vibrating and blasting music as it plopped on the floor. Sam set his own coffee down, exasperated as he leaned across the desk to spin Steve's chair back towards him. Steve turned the key to his apartment door slowly. He knew Tony was inside. Planning some big surprise for their 3-year anniversary. He knew long well before Bucky had made it obvious. "Okay." Tony's voice said off screen as the video focused on the chair. "Okay, so if your watching this then that means I went through with it and you accepted." Tony's gleeful voice filled Steve's bedroom and Steve found himself being pulled in towards the computer screen. Tony stared at him. “What?” His voice returning to normal. He took a second. “You… do

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<|text|> you want to invite someone over to… watch? Participate? I’m so confused. I mean. It’s not something I’ve never done before, or enjoyed, it’s just I didn’t really peg you as someone who would—” “I don’t know! I thought you remembered… that that’s why you’ve been buying pie, because we suck at making it ourselves!” Steve replied, equally frustrated. An hour later he was sat across Coulson, his fingers fidgeting nervously as Coulson flipped through the pages. Coulson would stop and look up every few seconds, his face totally unreadable. "Yes. Did you sleep at all last night?" Steve said, pulling his drawing pad closer to him so his hands could have something to do. “Um.” Steve said, his eyes darting at the car’s clock 11:58pm, “um” he said again his mind going blank because the offer was unexpected and oh my god how he wanted to say yes but-- Steve quickly stretched his arm, check in hand,  above him, well over Tony’ reach. Tony glared at him as Steve struggled to hold back the laughter bubbling in his throat. Tony grumbled and slouched back in his chair. “Hey so is that who you're meeting this weekend? Your uh- bachelor party consultant?” Sam asked as he finished off his burger. “So we still on for tomorrow morning right? Pies?” Tony asked as he was stepping out of Steve’s apartment. "One of your best friends, the other one of which is standing across from you." Sam interjected with a smile. “There is nothing to explain.” Steve repeated, emphasizing his exasperation. “Tony is a good friend.” “How’s it going tiger?” Steve smirked as he reached where Tony was lying on the floor, kneeling to lay down next to him. Tony just stared at him for a few moments, silently thanking his drunken bastard self for dialing the wrong the number. “No uh. Not for the interview. Afterwards.” Steve grabbed his soda and took a long drawn out sip, his eyes intent on memorizing the lid of the soda. He looked back up hoping the conversation had moved on already but everybody was still staring at him. He finished his sip. He looked at the phone again moving his arm closer and further from his face until his phone looked the least blurry. He hit the green button—that he hoped meant call—twice: redial. “No. A family meal. I’ve only ever had the pleasure of partaking in a family meal once. When, back in college, my flight home was cancelled so Rhodey invited me to stay with his family. I figured why not? It’s not like there was anything waiting for me back home you know. Yeah, that was the first Christmas I ever helped cooked dinner and sat  down with people that actually cared about me and talked to me during the meal. Best day of my life.” “Did you pick up more charcoal by chance?” Jarvis asked.  “I can get some from that hardware store.  They’ll be open.  I’ll just pop into town for a bit and—” “Uh-uh,” Tony said with a low, admonishing cluck of his tongue.  “None of that.”  Tony grasped Steve’s cock in his hand and was sliding

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<|text|> the gilded cage on before Steve’s eyes finally tore away from the strap long enough to notice. A leper, perhaps, Steve considered.  Or someone horribly disfigured, maybe even from birth.  Someone who felt they couldn’t be a part of the rest of the world, and was forced to live a life of solitude.  It made a certain amount of sense.  There was Lottie, the stonemason’s daughter who was burned by boiling water when she was little, and look at how people treated her, as if the scars somehow made her less of a person, both feared and reviled, but never really accepted.  If such a person had the means, a life in isolation like this might be appealing, Steve surmised. He cast a furtive look at where Tony was curled up on the droopy sofa cushion, leaning over the arm with his feet tucked under him. As far away from Steve as possible, Steve observed, but, it didn’t sting as much as it would have earlier, which brought him to point three.  Tony liked to tease.  Better.  Tony liked to tease Steve shook his head.  The world was a strange place.  Far stranger than he had ever imagined.  Sam often said Redwing told him something, though Steve just always assumed that was because of his understanding of the bird’s squawks and mannerisms.  He wondered what Sam would think of a bird that actually spoke. The same bittersweet longing as he felt the night before washed through him, but he pushed it aside and reached out for Tony.  They only had this time together. He wasn’t going to waste it by thinking of things he could not have. We’ve been so far apart, for so long, Tony thought.    Parallel lives that never managed to find each other.  He’d meant it as a terrible and obvious pun, then, of course, but now…now, he just wanted a connection.  A moment in time when they did intersect, in all the ways that truly mattered.  The lines didn’t start out at the meeting point, though.  They had to build, to grow, to work their way to that moment of connection.  They had to earn it. “No.  No, I’m good,” Steve replied.  “That was…nice, Tony.  You didn’t have to do all this today, but thank you. I’m sorry I was rude. Earlier.  I just—I want everyone to treat me the same, you know?  I’m not going to fall apart.  I don’t need to be coddled.” “What?” Steve’s head snapped to him, eyes searching his face, maybe looking for mockery or the joke that he was missing, Tony wasn’t sure. “You two could’ve worked something out,” Conference Room Steve retorted.  “We did, didn’t we, Tony?” Reverse the particle flow.  Steve’s Einstein-Rosen bridge thought experiment.  Use its own power against it.  Could work, Tony supposed, stifling a yawn.  You’d need a way to channel the reaction, but it could work.  He’d have to think about it a bit more.  Maybe then he could bring it up to Steve again.  See what Steve thought.  See if Steve liked that Tony kept thinking about it.  That Tony had figured something

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<|text|> out.  Been clever, he thought with a yawn.  As he stared up at the spot in the sky where he’d pointed the telescope, he had the weird, blindingly clear thought that Steve would. “Might be the only way I get something other than name, rank and serial number out of you,” Tony said.  “Besides.  Golf is basically just physics.  Let’s just say, I like my chances.” “Yes, it takes us awhile to get any traction, I’ll grant you that,” Tony replied. Steve didn’t miss that Tony included himself, and neither did Rhodes, he noted. Steve took another long swallow from the waterbag and lay back down on the blanket.  A soft golden light suffused the forest as the sun dipped low, blazing into the sea beyond.  Tony’s fingers began threading through his hair as the team continued to trade stories.  Steve listened through a distant sort of haze that he recognized was courtesy of Bruce’s potion, but the aches and soreness of the ride were fading and he ground was still warm from the sun, heating his back and loosening the muscles. “On your knees, then,” Tony told him.  He was breathing hard, too, Steve noted.  His eyes were dark pools, and curl stuck to his forehead where it had dampened.  Steve managed to sit up and then stared dumbly at Tony for a moment, until Tony smiled, soft and tremulous, and wrapped an arm around Steve’s waist to help him to his knees and get him turned around.  Then, Tony was tearing open the ties of his breeches and pulling his cock out, dark red with strain and leaking a path of fluid from the head.  He shimmied over to the table by the bed and applied oil to himself, then laid down on the bed and lazily stroked a hand up and down his cock as Steve’s eyes tracked the movement. He pushed his sunglasses onto his face, picked his phone out of his pocket and checked the time.  He grimaced and let out a long, resigned sigh, then made a quick call, probably making Pepper’s damn day.  Steve finished his goodbyes and jogged over to where Tony leaned against the car.  He looked happier than Tony had seen him since the hospital, Tony noted, for all that the past few hours should probably have been depressing.  Oddly enough, Tony felt lighter himself.  Wow, it was almost like helping others made you feel better about yourself, he thought with chagrin.   These charity people should really get that out there more. “Okay?  I just gave that speech, and all I get is ‘okay’?” Tony demanded in an exasperated whine.  Steve, damn his hide, just shrugged.  “I gave a beautiful, heartfelt speech, Steve Rogers, and you give me two syllables—press the damn button—two syllables, if you can call them syllables because they are basically just saying two letters, when I practically bared my soul—” It was the garters that made Steve get all squirmy and stammering, voice roughened with embarrassment, bright splotches of color appearing on his cheeks.  At least, that was what did it the one time

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<|text|> Steve mentioned looking through some haphazardly tied together stack of pictures one of the other soldiers picked up somewhere in the south of France. “You’re a good person, Tony,” Steve said.  “You’re smart and you’re good and you’ve got more money than any one person needs, but that doesn’t make it your responsibility to fix me, you know.” “Would be a shame to let our chance at an island getaway get squandered,” Tony murmured against Steve’s mouth.  Steve, bless him, immediately toed off his shoes, undid his belt and unzipped his trousers, pushing them to the floor along with his briefs and kicking them to the side.  He started to pull the shirt over his head, but Tony reached out a hand to grab the hem. “Hello,” Captain Rogers replied, voice sort of slurred, like he wasn’t sure of his word choice.  Tony watched him shift his stance, hands falling to his sides as he sort of stutter-stepped like he was going to walk forward and got caught rethinking it in the middle of acting on the thought.  “Ah.  Thank you.  For coming today, I mean.  All the way here.  I know that was a trip.  For you and your family.  I really appreciate that.  Ah…may I call you Anthony?” Steve huffed out a low breath and glanced over at the punching bag, then nodded and looked back at Tony. “Both of us. I don’t know. Whoever needs to hear it,” he shrugged. “Come down to the kitchen. I’ll make you an omelette, and we can talk.” “Yes, he will.  He will, Steve. You don’t know him.  I thought I did, but…” Tony said, looking down and away.  His eye caught on the line of progressively less-bowlish vases on the bookcase, and he let out a shuddering sigh. “My apologies, T’Omash, it seems I am suddenly starving. Give us a moment, would you?” Tony said with a half-smile twisting at his lips. “It’s okay,” Steve mumbled into the wind even as he turned away.  It wasn’t okay, maybe.  Not yet, anyway.  But, it wasn’t not okay, either.  Like everything Tony did, it seemed to exist for Steve in some space in between where he couldn’t quite decide which box to put it in.  Intersect. Connect.  One point on the graph at a time.  As long as you’re moving forward.  We’ll get there, Tony told himself with a confidence he didn’t quite feel.  They could do this.  They had to.  The alternative was…well.  He just wasn’t going to think about it.  He looked up at Steve, with his hair mussed from the wind and rain, standing on the street in some second rate part of town, trying his damnedest to hold on to some part of his carefully ordered life. He remembered finding the door panel on one of their trips to Germany. Heidelberg, he recalled.  Christmas, six—no, seven—years ago now.  God, where did the time go?  Down in the Market Place at one of the dozens of antique shops they rummaged through for no other reason than having nothing better to do, enjoying piping hot potato fritters with apple sauce,

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<|text|> beautifully-formed cinnamon star biscuits and doughy snowball cakes.  Steve loved Germany.  Which seemed odd to Tony at first, but there was something very satisfying for Steve in all of the changes.  A sense of see, we did do something.  We mattered.  We made a difference. said I couldn’t just smash my fist into that lying asshole’s face. He swore that wouldn’t work and would just alienate you more. I thought it was worth trying, but,” Bucky shrugged. “I am,” Barnes said at the same time Tony did.   Barnes shot Tony an annoyed look, one side of his mouth pulling up. .  So, if it had maybe occurred to Tony that this way, Steve would have some new memories of some dolled-up Omega doing things, well, it wasn’t jealousy.  Exactly.  Just that now, if Steve happened to think of garters and lace and how soft stockings were, he would think of Tony first, not some tarted-up Moulin Rouge reject. “Yes.  Good. That’s good, Steve,” Tony said encouragingly, making Steve realize he was rocking his hips, pressing them down on Tony’s fingers.  Steve threw an arm over his face and bore down again, letting out a hiss of air as Tony added a third finger. “Gentlemen, if you wouldn’t mind,” the woman, whom Steve assumed was some kind of hotel manager, added with a sweep of her hand that clearly meant ‘Get the hell out of my lobby,’ though that thought was also conveyed fairly effectively by the uniformed security that dotted the way to the hotel exit, Steve noted. “Yeah, and then you promptly offered to follow me and fight this particular battle for me again, and it isn’t that I don’t appreciate it, but look, you can have the fight or you can have something worth fighting for. You don’t get both, Steve,” Bucky sighed. “Trust me. You don’t get both.” “Well, guess I'll just have to make do, then,” Steve replied, jaw going hard. “Not that I expect you to understand that.” “Um, guys?” Bruce said as he poked his head in the door, looking slightly satisfied and not remotely surprised.  “I need to change Steve’s IV bag and Tony, you need to explain to Jane about how there is no Einstein-Rosen bridge in Central Park, and you both look like giant dorks, by the way, though at least Steve has the excuse of being on something.” Tony waited, body going rigid, for the inevitable explosion.  Steve was staring at him, the wind brushing his hair over his forehead, but otherwise, he was almost preternaturally still.  Then, his face softened, and his mouth quirked up at the corners, lips flattening like he was trying to hold in a smile.  Which…was annoying, Tony decided.  He was pissed, and Steve was…laughing at him, which might be the only thing worse than yelling at him.  God-damn California DOT and their unkept promises.  Where was a fucking falling rock when you needed one?  He wasn’t sure if he wanted it to put him out of his misery or if he preferred to brain Steve with it. “I’d never try to take the kids

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<|text|> from you in the divorce,” Steve remarked evenly, earning a sharp bark of laughter from Tony.  Steve found himself smiling in return, the rush of warmth at the banter coming so swiftly and easily that it startled him, the way his mind recognized it almost at a distance, some foreign, unfamiliar interloper that needed to be studied. “I’ll take you up on that, if you don’t mind,” Steve said.  Tony’s head jerked around to his in surprise. Stane’s gaze went cold and calculating for a moment before he grinned and took a sip of his drink.  Scotch, Steve knew. Tony blinked up at him, then looked down at the bags of flour in Steve’s hand.  “Is that one wearing a onesie?” “That’s a new look for you,” Tony observed.  His voice sounded strained and tight, like each word was dripping out through a sieve. “Yeah, well. I wasn’t making the best choices after all that. Nothing seemed to matter other than fixing what Obie had done and trying to--somehow, though I know it’s impossible--trying to make up for why I lived and they didn’t, you know? Why I got a second chance. Me, who has lived a life that meant “I should go back to my rooms,” Steve said, pushing himself up to a sit and letting his legs hang off the side of the bed.  “Get ready.  Cam will be waiting, and he will have food there.  I think he delights in seeing what he can convince the kitchen to make for him.   You should see how excited he is,” Steve told him with a wry grin.  “Truly, Tony, I am fine.” “Well.  Let’s just say you breaking his nose in that tourney wasn’t without a certain amount of enjoyment on my part. Beyond you winning, of course,” Tony replied with a droll roll of his eyes. Tony slung one elbow over the curved back of the chair, which let him twist around comfortably enough to appreciate the view, manners dispensed with in favor of the ability to gesticulate his point.  Ms. Claridge would be horrified.  Rap his knuckles with her ruler, he thought as he watched Steve’s tongue dart out just enough to lick the taste from his lips.  Tony’s mind promptly conjured up the image of Steve on that stage, hips gyrating and grinding against the smooth metal pole, that crossroads deal of a back tapering down to the most perfect ass Tony had ever had the pleasure of seeing, which, statistically speaking, was quite the sample size. “Everyone loves that story,” Tony assured them, clearly deciding to just pretend Steve had not spoken, though Steve caught Tony’s gaze flick over to him again, concern deepening the lines around his eyes before he drifted back to Rhodes.  “Each time I tell it, the whole Court applauds and the Great Hall rings out with odes to my bravery and cunning.” “It isn’t much, really,” Steve said, picking up a small bag from next to the stool.  He reached inside and pulled out the red and gold vase that had been his latest project and rolled

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<|text|> it lightly between his palms.  “It’s kind of messed up,” Steve continued in a strange, tight voice.  “It doesn’t really fit in here, with all your fancy stuff.  But,” he said, holding it out to Tony. “If you want it, I guess it’s really always been yours.” Hours later, as he followed the guy, Mike, through the bowels of the underground parking garage to the area where the chauffeured vehicles were parked, he still needed a plan.  At least one that went beyond ‘show up and see Tony.’  The pit of nervousness that had been stewing in his stomach all day seemed to dig in deeper the closer he got.  He recognized the sleek lines of Tony’s limo, with the now-familiar STARK designation on the tag. “I don’t know how to do what you’re asking of me,” Steve said after a pause, voice hoarse and ragged, each word drawn thin. “This? This, I know how to do.” “Okay,” Tony said, glancing over at Steve before dropping his gaze down to his shoes.  They were still shiny, catching a bit of the glow from the low lights that illuminated the back of the limousine. Steve, on the other hand, treated Tony’s orgasm like the brass ring, and he wasn’t leaving the playing field until he had it.  Sometimes, more than once.  He liked for Tony to come first, to give him that extra gush of slick, just before Steve filled him, and it did help with the knotting, sure, but Tony thought Steve mostly just liked the feel of it around his cock. Tony all wet and loose and open like that.  That’s what Steve would whisper into his ear while he fucked into him, Tony thought, reaching up and brushing at the spot just below his earlobe where he could almost feel the lingering heat of Steve’s breath as he spoke those filthy, obscene, wonderful things into Tony’s ear.  America would be so ashamed of their Captain, Tony thought with a serene smile as he traced his fingers up and down over his stomach.  Such a dirty mouth on the man. The Shadowman will get you if you don’t watch out, Steve thought, a chill coiling around his spine, making his blood run so cold, he thought his breath might come out in white puffs.  He made the sign of the cross almost unconsciously, watching Tony’s lips twitch up--his lips, his red, red lips, red like... “Okay, what part of magic alien mindwipe did you not understand?  I think that is pretty much the definition of complicated,” Tony pointed out.  Then sighed, pushed himself up to a sitting position again and scrubbed his face with his hand.  “How could I have missed this?  How, Pep?  Tell me that.” “We’re here,” Tony said, peering out the window as they pulled up to the front of the MGM Grand with its giant, gold lion statue guarding the entrance.  “Happy?  Pull us right up in there by Simba, okay? Do the whole floorshow bit with the car.” “Tony,” Steve husked out, reaching out a hand that hung there, suspended in midair between them.

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<|text|>  Sometimes, he felt like he was always reaching for Tony, never quite able to touch him, but he never imagined it quite like this. “Wait—why obviously no significant other?” Steve demanded, hand hovering over the canvas as he peered around the edge of the frame at Kirk.   Kirk was fidgeting already.  Small, slight movements that Steve kept catching as he tried to get the proportions right.  Kirk’s cock bobbed against his upper thigh as he shifted.  Which was…well, Steve was currently drawing round blobs for Kirk’s head, so that was not strictly critical information, though his brain kept wanting to supply it as if it was. “I won’t. I swear it, Steve,” Tony promised, the words coming out hard and brittle, an edge of roughness to them that was almost savage. “I swear it. I will do anything you ask of me.” “Of course. Right away,” Zola simpered.  “Up,” he snapped at Steve and slipped his hands under Steve’s collar, giving it a sharp pull, to emphasize the point. “I, ah.  I need to go see Bucky. Tomorrow.  He’s not answering my calls or texts, and Nat was going to check on him, but…” Steve said instead of doing either. Because he knew, he did actually know it, no matter what he might say when jinxed accessories broke through his, admittedly thin, mental walls, that Steve was everything his father had said and so much more than Howard had never known.  He had gotten the chance to know that, though.  He got that part of Steve, or got a glimpse of it, and what had he done with it?  He’d made it sordid and shameful.  Because that was what he did.  Honestly, if he were a better man, he would end this now, walk away and leave Steve in peace.  Steve could have anyone, and that probably wasn’t even an exaggeration.   He should do that, he knew.  Let Steve go.  Let Steve go, he snorted derisively.  As if he ever really had him in the first place.  What a generous fucking soul he was. It wasn’t like it wasn’t tempting.  Walking away.  It would be so much easier. “Be my guest,” Tony said after a moment. Steve pushed himself up and took the condom from Tony, placing the circled opening over the head of Tony’s cock. He heard Tony’s sharp intake of breath and glanced up, noting the pinched expression on Tony’s face. “Fuck, that’s hot,” Tony breathed out, biting his lip as Steve held Tony’s cock with one hand and slowly rolled the condom on with the other. “That, too,” Tony agreed, almost cheerfully, seemingly unconcerned by the revelation. “You have nothing to fear from me, Steve. I promise, I’m no threat to you.” “Sure you want to do this?”  Rogers asked carefully.   Tony wasn’t sure what he was asking about, the Bonding thing or the obligatory parental visit, though, since his enthusiasm level was about the same for both, he supposed it didn’t really matter what answer he gave.  Might as well give Rogers the one he was looking to hear. “Okay, well, I guess I’ll let

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<|text|> Fury know what’s going on and…ah, screw it, let him deal with it. I need a drink,” Pepper said, abruptly hanging up. He tried Natasha’s number next, and got her voicemail, too, but this one let him leave a message.  He really didn’t have much to say, but thanked her for bringing his bag by and heard himself promising her a tiny bottle of hot sauce without really meaning to.  He tucked the phone back into his back pocket and braced his hands against the balcony railing, watching one of the big, red, open-top tourist buses make a stop not too far away.  When they first got out here, he’d taken Bucky on one of those tours, hopping on and off at different points of interest, trying to get a feel for a city so very different than they one they’d left. “I take it I’m not supposed to do with this what we usually do with pillows,” Steve said holding up the sofa cushion with what Tony assumed was disappointment, though Steve was trying to hide it behind a smile.  Such a stalwart soul.  Tony tilted his head and beamed at Steve.  It was so nice that Steve loved that part of their relationship as much as Tony did.  He had wondered about it, in the beginning.  At first, he thought maybe Steve would be uncomfortable or embarrassed, given that a Bonded Omega was, well, ready, for lack of a better term, whenever his or her Alpha was.  Tony found that highly convenient, though he suspected he shouldn’t use quite that term when discussing it with Steve. “Yeah, I do,” Steve answered with a solid, urging sort of tone.  “Even when their solution is too smart for his own good,” Steve said with a low chuckle that made Tony’s stomach twist with pleasure. When they pulled up to Tony’s drive, Steve climbed out and headed on inside as usual.  “Hey, JARVIS,” he called politely.  He sat down on the sofa to wait for Tony to come upstairs, idly picking up one of the small sketchpads that had appeared in various places around the house.  It was taking Tony a bit longer than usual to come up, so Steve started drawing and before he knew it, had a cartoon of Wet Tony looking quite disgruntled as a little black raincloud hovered over his head.   Finally, he heard Tony’s footfalls coming up the stairs, slower than usual this time.  Tony, always so full of energy, typically practically bounced up the stairs.  Steve was so ready to see him though, he didn’t pay it much mind, just stood and smiled as Tony appeared. It should have made him afraid.  Sent him into a panic.  Revolted him, perhaps.  Instead, there was a fire blazing its way through his veins and coiling low in his belly. “Think it makes you sound pretty human, to be honest.  Not to mention that you are checking on him. You’ve been calling, right? And didn’t you say you sent your friend over?  The scary lady who I thought was a dancer who threatened to make a

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<|text|> necklace of certain parts of me of which I’m rather fond if I touched you during our hypothetical lap dance?” Tony asked, trying and somewhat succeeding to get a genuine smile out of Steve.  “It’s only been a couple of days, Steve.  You didn’t exactly leave him tied up in the yard with a bowl of water and one of your old t-shirts.  Wait, did you?  I’m not kink-shaming, but…” Okay then.  So, okay.  This was done, then.  He just had to accept that.  Whatever Tony was about with the money, it didn’t mean anything.  Probably just Tony’s sense of politeness or something. After a few strokes, there wasn’t quite enough wetness, and the burn of each pass of his hand against the sensitive skin only worsened, though he didn’t stop.  It was terrible and wonderful, and it was for Tony, so it was good. “Steve,” Tony began, tongue coming out to coat his lips around the word. “Please, Steve,” Tony repeated, voice thready and high, punctuated with stuttering pants of air. “Gods, Steve. I want---I need—please—“ There was a crossword puzzle in the back of the in-flight magazine. Steve managed about half the words before Brock woke up, somewhere over the Midwest, and pressed the call button to get a beer from the flight attendant. With a disgruntled shake of his head, he opened the medicine cabinet behind the sink above the mirror and took out his bottle of pills, sitting one on his tongue and then palming a handful of water from the faucet to down it with.  Even after he felt the small pill slide down his throat, he took another gulp of water and swallowed again, just for good measure.  He closed the mirror and stared at his reflection again.  A part of him still couldn’t believe there were suppressants sitting in his medicine cabinet by the aftershave and packet of Tylenol.  There were seven white tablets hidden in a baggie under his mattress, just in case, his mind supplied, but the bottle of miracle pills sat undisturbed, as far as Tony could tell. “Good. See that you keep it that way,” Steve replied.  Tony imagined one of those heavy castle gates closing, but seemed to be the only one who got the message. “Who are you?” Tony asked, tearing his gaze away from the deep fissures and back to Steve.  “The Director of SHIELD plays matchmaker to keep you happy.  Coulson pulls his Dr. Phil routine whenever he sees me.  You’ve got that X on your tags, which means something to somebody, but I looked all over the DoD’s server—ah, website--and there’s nothing about that even existing as a designation.  You’re strong.  Not normal Alpha kind of strong, but, like, strong-strong,” Tony pointed out, rubbing a hand over his mouth.  “Alphas, even the ones that are the size of something that tries to trash Tokyo, run for the hills at the drop of your name.” “Don’t!” Tony shouted, banging a fist against the metal table so hard the instruments on the nearby tray clattered and clanked.  “Don’t start rationalizing this.” He wasn’t sure what he

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<|text|> was asking for, but it seemed to be enough.  Tony’s other hand threaded through Steve’s hair, pushing the sweat-soaked strands back from his forehead, then dropped down to trace the curve of the collar around Steve’s throat.  Steve watched him let out a rough breath, catching his bottom lip for a moment and shaking his head, eyes closing for a long moment as he drew in a tremulous breath.  Steve could feel Tony’s cock against his own and unconsciously canted his hips toward it.  Tony swallowed thickly, opened his eyes and looked down at Steve.  Slowly, his head dropped so his forehead rested against Steve’s.  Tony’s hand gripped Steve’s cock and brought it to his own, holding them together as his hand stroked both of them. “Okay. Okay, Tony,” Steve soothed, punctuating each word with a soft kiss to the hollow curve of Tony’s back as he shifted behind him. “Yeah,” Steve admitted.  “He thinks it would be good to make some contacts.  One of the World Security Council members will be attending. General Ross.  General Stryker. Admiral Fairfax.  A Colonel Talbot, who I haven’t heard of.  Some industry people.  A few others.  No one from SI, though. I checked.” , who shamed reporters because they said mean things and saluted highly-ranked goats and made sure the waiter didn’t pop the champagne because he knew the sound would bother Tony. “You—you know—you know I have. You—Tony, you teased me about it for ages.  The Lady Lorraine,” Steve stammered. In all his imaginings, he had never thought about Anthony—Tony—saying yes without really meaning it.  A yes of obligation, then. Desperation. A yes of last resort. A yes because there was nothing else left. That’s what this was. to, but it is just one night.” He swallowed, watching Brock for some kind of reaction, then he blinked and wiped a hand across his mouth, fingers worrying at his lips. “Can you say something?” “I read your books.  You have terrible taste, by the way.  Da Vinci Code? Really? Give me your phone,” Tony said, holding out his hand and making a gimme-gesture. “Who said a relationship?  I said a date,” Natasha pointed out, swallowing the last of her drink and raising her hand to get the bartender’s attention for another round.  “He’d show you a good time.  That, I can guarantee.” “You didn’t even look into the companies you were selling your weapons to?  How could you—how could you not know, Tony? How—how willfully blind do you have to be to not even check? God, Tony, you…you were selling weapons to them, and you just, what?  Signed on the dotted line and moved on to Ms. April?” Steve demanded, his voice tight and strident. Some wonderful artwork done by the amazingly talented musicalluna. You can check out her artwork on tumblr at stepladderink.tumblr.com. Commissions are open, so hit her up! that.  Craved it.  He shouldn’t, of course, he knew that.  But, the more he thought it, the more he couldn’t think of anything else.  How good it would feel to leave a battlefield, a real one, and come home to this.  Let

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<|text|> Tony take him apart and put him back together, the real him, not this pale shade of who he was. Steve leaned his head down, watching Tony’s eyes flutter shut as he did, pressed his mouth to Tony’s and let himself drown. “What am I going to do with...with patents and stuff?” Steve said evenly, face scrunching up like he couldn't quite figure out why Tony was gearing up to shake him until his teeth rattled. “Missed you, too, buttercup, but let’s save the pillowtalk for when we’re alone, hmmm,” Tony replied, casting a quick, darting warning glance at Steve. Steve just shook his head and dropped his bag of winnings in front of Tony. “I thought your game was UNO,” Tony reminded him with a quizzical frown. Why was he even thinking about that stupid radio now?  Whatever bug had crawled up Steve’s ass about it had apparently died anyway, because he’d seen the thing sitting on the bookshelf in Steve’s room some days later when he stopped by to hand off the latest specs for the suit upgrade, which, sure, he could have emailed, and it wasn’t like he was really concerned that Steve hadn’t come to the workshop since the thing with the radio. The thing was…he had actually found himself missing Steve’s visits, or at least noticing that they weren’t happening, which was weird because his workshop was a bit of a sanctuary.  If by sanctuary, you meant a place surrounded by nearly impregnable walls and monitored by an A.I. who was programmed to only allow people inside at Tony’s command.  They were all busy, so it wasn’t necessarily unusual for one or more of them to be gone for days at a time.  Still…he had found himself looking up at the door around lunchtime, half expecting to see Steve’s dark form outside the glass buzzing for entry with food and whatever the latest problem was he wanted to discuss. And, none of those relationships anything other than a short fling.  They certainly weren’t around now, that much was clear. Steve threw the coverlet off his legs and climbed out of bed, drawing Tony’s surprised frown as he approached. “My bank?” Steve questioned, frown deepening. “Oh, you mean mom's bank. She just put me on her account when she got sick, so I could handle the bills and all. I closed that out a few months after she passed, once everything had cleared,” Steve explained. “Tony, that account has been closed since a few months after she passed. Once everything cleared. I, ah. I switched banks.” Steve sighed, leaned his head back against the pillow and tried to think.  “Have I told you about Scott?” “Like the punching bag,” Steve replied, though the sound of it was odd, like he was testing the words. “I fought Hydra, but I’m not fool enough to argue with Ms. Potts,” Steve began, watching Tony’s expression as he rolled his eyes and pulled a knowing face.  He liked the chatelaine, with her strange moniker, fearless efficiency and devotion to Tony, though she rarely did more than greet Steve politely if he happened

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<|text|> to be in Tony’s workshop during one of her visits.  “But, Cam is more than enough for me,” Steve replied.  “I’ve never had a servant before, let alone a…retinue. I don’t know what anyone else would even do.” “Oh.  That’s—I mean.  Okay.  That’s—that’s okay,” Tony stammered, suddenly out of breath, nerves shaking with a flood of relief he hadn’t been prepared to feel.  His head was swimming, and the thing that he hadn’t even realized had been coiled around his heart loosened and shrank, letting it skip along at an alarming rate.  “That’s. I mean, that’s good.  Right?  That’s good.  You’re back, so.  Must have—must have gone well, I guess?  Don’t worry.  About the car, I mean.  It’s—I’m just.  I’m—it—it’s great, really.  Forget I said…what I said.  Car’s great.  Really.  I was just—“ His other favorite pastime when Tony was occupied was walking the gardens, over which he was given free rein.  The gardens were beautifully lush and, seemingly, set up with various delights and amusements for his benefit, such as the chess set that appeared on the stone table where the willow dipped its branches into the clear surface of a pond, tempting the bright orange fish who darted beneath or the musicians who sometimes played from a balcony overlooking the lawn as he strolled.  The collar he wore, as much as it was its own kind of prison, gave him a certain status and deference, and an amount of freedom he had once assumed he would never see again. “Goodnight Steve,” the man replied. He raised his hand in return, then dropped it to the front of his coat, just over his heart, rubbing long fingers across the fabric before dropping it to his side. She was quiet for a moment.  It was an old conversation by now.  Why are you here? What could possibly have driven you to try this? What is it you came for? On the screen, the two of them were beaming at the camera, Steve’s arm wrapped around Tony’s shoulders, anchoring him to his side.  They looked…well, good, Steve had to admit.  Tony photographed well.  He rather thought he looked like a blonde ghost under the flash with his pale skin, but the suit helped.  They looked—well, happy.  Steve could tell his own smile was plastered on, but he doubted anyone else, except maybe Bucky, would be able to.  Tony was smiling, too, though, at least in this particular shot, he was looking slightly up towards Steve, and the smile the camera captured was almost disconcerted, like he’d been caught off-guard by something.    Probably by Steve’s sudden desire not to listen to anything he’d been told not to do. “Nat left your take from last week in the box under your bed,” Barnes replied. “Looks like someone must’ve tipped big,” he finished, giving Tony a long, challenging look.  “We gotta drop off the rent by five tomorrow or get another one of those notices.  I almost have enough to finish wallpapering the bathroom though, so hold off.” “He gave you your tuition back, didn't he?” Steve asked with a stubborn sort of

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<|text|> quietness, jaw jutting forward like he was pointing out the obvious. “But, it isn’t really different than any other tool SI’s been providing the military for all those years, is it? I mean, look at all the resources that we’ve put into recapturing the Mosul Dam and getting it remotely structurally sound.  When the rebels had it, they used rolling blackouts of up to twenty hours a day to try to shunt enough electricity off to refill the reservoir.  Do you have any idea how many problems that caused?” Steve asked.  “Putting aside all the actual conflicts over access to water and resources that you could mitigate, imagine how much that lack of infrastructure sets back the region?  Sets up a world ripe for conflict?” Steve pressed, shifting in his seat to face Tony.  “Look, do you have any idea how dangerous it is getting those convoys of fuel into Afghanistan?  Forget the cost savings over the long haul, good men are dying, and SI is still building typewriters.  The military needs this kind of shiny new toy more than it needs another missile.  We’re doing pretty good blowing things up, trust me.” “My childhood issues with my dead parents, how I dissociate from my public persona and why my bodyguard is a better man than I’ll ever be.  Also, some about him.  What?” Tony asked after a beat of silence.  “Is that not first date material?” “Right.  Going,” Tony assured her, backing out the door and stumbling into the hallway.  “Thanks again, Pep,  you’re a—“  Apparently, it would have to remain a mystery what exactly Pepper was, Tony thought as he stared at the door that had been not so gently slammed in his face.  He looked back and forth down the hallway, where several employees busied themselves pretending not to look at him while no doubt posting this on today’s social media website du jour.  “If this shows up on TMZ, you’re all fired.” “I could build a time machine and go back and stop the Depression,” Tony offered.  “Well, I’d probably need Reed for that, and he’s an asshole and he stretches and it’s totally creepy, but if you wanted, I could try.” “I’m fine,” Steve said quickly, then blew out a long breath of air and put his hands on his hips. “It was… it’s just a lot to process, okay? Like you said. It’s not like I do this all the time. We should probably head out if we’re going to make our flight,” Steve pointed out before Brock could say anything else, hoping to change the subject. “No. We do not.  But, that does not make us long for it any less,” Jarvis pointed out, voice thick with an old sadness that made Tony think of hand-knitted baby blankets, tiny shoes with blue teddy bears embroidered on them and things they didn’t talk about. “Yes, yes, you’re obviously right about the deus ex eagles, but you gotta admit…Helm’s Deep was cool,” Tony added.  He punctuated his argument with strokes of his hand over Steve’s stomach, admiring the ripple of

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<|text|> muscle that tapered to a deep vee bound by thick cords over his thighs, then looked up at Steve again, vision going blurry for a moment.   Steve was watching him, half-hooded eyes following Tony’s movements, features going waxy and soft in the dim morning light.  He stretched, back bowing a bit under the half-slope of Tony’s body that was slowly interloping its way over his.  Tony rode out the motion, then settled, resting his head on Steve’s chest, just below his heart.  He could hear the rabbity thud of it, wavelike, against the shell of his ear. “Okay, well.  That…that was…something,” Tony said, looking down at the destroyed robot.  “I’m just going to go.  Now.  Away.  You seem fine.  Got a handle on it and all,” Tony observed, waving a hand vaguely in the direction of the vanished Doombot head.  He really needed to get out of here before he just gave up and mounted Captain America in front of a live television audience.  Though, that would probably be great for ratings. “I can make it worth your while.  I know you need the money, Steve,” Stane continued. “There isn’t any reason this can’t be mutually beneficial when you play by the rules.  He’s weak, Steve.  You can see that.  You say jump and look at how easily he begs you to tell him how high.  He’s so desperate to please, it’s revolting.  That’s not the kind of man you can respect, Steve.  You don’t want that.  You don’t “Did you know that the addition of a hinge to a counterweight trebuchet greatly increases the amount of energy that can be delivered to the beam?” the King asked, stroking his hand along Steve’s length and flicking his wrist over the head of Steve’s cock.  Steve let out a burst of air and his head fell back on his shoulders as his hips stuttered against the King’s hand in a vain attempt to chase the friction.  “It’s true,” the King said, and Steve could hear a knowing kind of smile in the King’s voice.  “Some energy, of course, is lost, when the hinge is opened fully,” the King continued, rubbing his hand up and down Steve’s straining cock.  “The counterweights, they work as a sort of brake on the rotation, you see,” the King said, letting his other hand glide down to cup Steve’s balls and roll them around in his palm.  “This eases the strain on the beam.” Steve let out a sharp cry and shut his eyes as the King worked his hand up and down in a circular motion around Steve’s cock.   His hips were thrusting helplessly into the King’s hand.  “It’s all just math, of course,” the King added and there was definitely a smile in his voice now. “Rumlow said Bucky, and I asked how high he’d like me to jump,” Steve bit out, then let his head dip down to his chest for a minute before giving it a shake, like he could clear it, but the rushing hiss of the water hitting the tile filled it like white noise.  “It

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<|text|> was my fault. They’re going to blame Wanda.  You know they are.  You gotta—you gotta tell Ross.  He’s looking for a reason, and I gave him one.  If he wants to come after someone, then it’s on me.” Steve’s hips pumped up into the wet, tight heat, bumping against the back of Tony’s throat.  Tony grunted. Not a displeased sound, but with a bit of warning in it.  Steve sucked in a breath, clawed his hands into the blanket underneath him and forced his movement to slow, become something deliberate.  Again, and Tony hummed encouragingly as he drew his mouth back and let Steve’s thrust fill his throat instead.  One hand cupped Steve’s balls, rolled them around and gave a slight tug as Steve pumped up again. Truth be told, Steve thought they all resembled their horses in one way or another, though whether that was a strange twist of fate or the product of years of working with them, he couldn’t say. “Tony,” the voice that said his name was soft, and worried, and gentle, and he held onto it because he was never Tony, he was Mr. Stark and “Look, I know you have no reason to trust me, but….can I try?” Tony asked, “You’d be able to cancel my magick anyway if I did something you didn’t like. And, trust me, if I wanted out of here I could’ve gotten out by now, magick or not.” The screeching stopped, and the elevator doors cracked open. Someone, possibly Natasha, wedged their fingers into the crack to push them apart. Tony glanced up, a look of surprise flickering across his face before he bent over his work. “Bucky needs an arm.” The runner nodded frantically and scrambled back down to the road, probably glad to escape. Tony nearly waited too long to yell “thank you!” after him, but it was worth it when the man actually stumbled and turned around, like he was surprised. Bucky ran his hand through his hair once, twice, then stood up suddenly and started pacing around. Tony tolerated it for a moment before he tested his limits again. “I...Pietro, he was a runner. He, uh, works for Howard now,” Tony said quietly, and Steve didn’t miss the use of his father’s first name. “It’s hard work, I mean, people have died doing it, you know? I just….he ran across the city for me, and, I dunno, I wanted to ask. I don’t think anyone ever has before. Or said ‘thank you.’ Maybe we should.” “Are you alright to stand?” Steve asked, all soft concern like he was talking to a child, and now Tony wasn’t “Easy there, Hawkeye,” Buck said, carefully pushing the crossbow down and away. “He’s allowed to be curious.” There were some unintelligible sounds from inside and then Bucky opened the door a crack. “Whaddaya—oh, Steve, hey, get in here.” Steve made a sound not unlike the thick panting of an angry bull, but obeyed. He and Clint half-helped, half-carried Tony out of the lab. Left alone with Bucky, Tony stretched out across the chair he’d commandeered. “You know, usually you would, y’know, tie up the person

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<|text|> you’ve kidnapped. Especially if they’re Welthari.” Tony lifted his hands to rake them through his hair, but was stopped short. Handcuffs circled his wrists, binding him to the cot he was lying on. Trapping him. After a long moment, Tony managed to tap his fingers once against his legs, a feat that felt like moving mountains. But then a warm hand settled on his knee, a tan blur in the corner of his vision, and it was nice and good and gentle and he stopped trembling, a little, maybe. Tony focused on that, one warm, heavy weight tethering him to the earth, to reality. A not-so-distant voice in the back of his head told him he was being ridiculous and stupid and I simultaneously really like and kinda don't like this chapter?? I know it's angsty as heck and cute and fun besides, but pacing is just never a thing that I can do. I hope it's alright? , Tony wanted to say yes, he wanted to at least nod, but his mind was still screaming that he couldn’t move or everything would come crashing down and as long as he stayed still it would be fine. “Fine, fine, maybe I have a teeny, tiny, mild little concussion. I’ll take some meds and sleep, it’ll be better by tomorrow.” “I was the personal representative, Mr. Stark was on the list as well, but I figured, Howard’s dead...” Steve trailed off. , the roar of water in his ears, blood pounding through his veins, a thousand screamed insults, the terse words of the man he’d loved most. And those were the worst, worse than the yelling, because yelling meant anger and anger made people do things they wouldn’t, and quiet, steady words meant they were true, and real. (also, something wonky is going on with the end notes I think? I dunno if it shows on y'all's side but they're weird for me and I've tried and failed to fix it, so sorry about that) Tony’s heart practically leapt out of his chest, and his already panicked mind went haywire. Dim emergency lights flicked on, but they barely did anything for the darkness. Steve stopped speaking for a moment, caught off guard, and then started in again. “For starters, why haven’t I been turned in? Are you guys really Registration? Are you gonna kill me?” But of course, it stopped at the gym, just a few floors below his destination, and Tony knew who would be there before the doors even started to open. None other than Mr. Steven Grant Rogers, Captain “I could! Magick doesn’t manifest until around twelve or thirteen, in case you forgot—that’s a hell of a lot of time to be powerless. A lot of time to practice,” and too late Tony was realizing he probably should’ve stopped talking four hours ago. Tony doesn’t realize she’s crying—no, gasping, like a dying thing, heaving breathy sobs into her sheets—until Jarvis speaks up. “You’re taking that the wrong way, aren’t you,” Steve sighed. It wasn’t a question, so Tony didn’t answer. Tony couldn’t answer Jarvis if she wanted to. The words won’t come, lying dormant in

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<|text|> her stomach, and she can’t quite convince herself it’s safe to speak. And because of that, every time he closed his eyes he could see Tony’s face, too pale in the dim light, could see him flinching backwards, cracking his head into the wall. Tony pulls her blankets more tightly around her, shivering a little in a room that should’ve been the perfect temperature. She can’t sleep. She can barely breathe. Something was wrong. Steve shifted uncomfortably and cleared his throat. “Right. So, obviously, we’re meant to be turning you in to the Registration, but this is...unprecedented. You being an Omega and all.” “Yeah. And then, Pepper, but she doesn’t...she couldn’t handle it, the superhero thing, you know? Which I get, obviously, but. I haven’t really had anyone, since Pepper.” Tony shrugged. “To be fair, you guys are the nicest kidnappers I’ve ever had, and no one ever exactly accused me of being sane.” After shutting everything down and calling out a goodnight to the ‘bots, Tony made his way to the elevator. Tony was about ready to kick some dirt over the burnt grass, put the arrow back together, and go inside. He was vulnerable in the yard. Welthari, right? I mean, Steve here said so, but I’m not one to believe what I haven’t seen myself.” Steve made for the stairs, darting down two, three at a time. When he slid into the narrow hallway outside the workshop, he was greeted not with the faint blue glow of the holograms forever hovering around the space, but with a solid black wall. He tried his code at the door. Because running was a job, and it was the lesser of quite a few evils, but in the end it was still dangerous and demanding and awful. Second chapter! I'm a bit worried about this one, because there's just so much talking, and I'm very afraid of making the characters OOC, so if you see anything glaringly bad, maybe drop a comment? I'm also worried about the logic of this in general, if everyone's motivations line up. I'm just gonna keep in mind that I wrote this whole thing in like, a month, and leave it here. Enjoy! Tony went back to working beside them. Steve made some noise about moving to his and Bucky’s house, letting Clint and Nat have their place back. Bucky responded with something along the lines of agreement and canceled Tony’s magick as a precaution. In the other house, Tony and Bucky settled down again and Steve left to file his report with the Registration. A few months ago Steve wouldn’t have thought an AI could sound worried, let alone tersely professional at the same time, but Jarvis managed it. And that, above everything, sent him spinning on his heels and charging down the stairs, two, three at a time. After a second, the thudding of feet overhead told him Natasha and Clint were racing down as well. them? Bucky had been learning to get by without his arm, sure, but a prosthetic might, just maybe, help him. And Tony Stark was just...giving it to him. Everything was a mess. They had

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<|text|> a Welthari Omega in Clint’s house, the Registration probably wondering where four of its best trackers had disappeared to, and absolutely no clue what to do. Tony was lead into the nearest house, whose inside was just as unassuming as the outside. The door shut too loudly behind him and he was released. Spinning around, Tony found himself face-to-face—okay, fine, chest-to-face—with Steve. Steve, who was blocking the door. Steve, who was also looking almost sheepishly down at Tony. That was the hard part. Officially, Steve had required some more eyes for a stakeout on Stark Manor but had ruled that out as a possibility for the assignment, which would hopefully be enough to buy them a day or two. Nat eyed Tony warily for a moment, then nodded sharply at Bucky. With another almost invisible motion, the Omega’s magick was released. Steve sighed. They weren’t going to get anywhere with Tony around, alternatively snarking and threatening them depending on his mood. ,” Tony blurted, and Steve started a little, surprised. Tony knew he was displaying his connection to Au--to Then he was landing on the other side, Clint was whistling their signal, and they were sneaking down the street as quickly as possible without drawing suspicion. On the corner, they’d all hitched their Registration horses in case they were needed, and the four nearly identical bay horses watched impassively. Captain, with the small, white, vaguely star-shaped mark high on his forehead, lowered his head in greeting to Steve. “Yeah, um, I don’t really get, ah, touched a whole lot,” Tony said quietly. “After, after Afghanistan, I didn’t want anyone to. You know.” A hand reached out and found his knee, and Tony’s whole body snapped away, throwing his head into metal once more as he scrambled back, back, Natasha took a visibly steadying breath and straightened up. “Okay. You and Steve can go back for him then, and Clint and I will be ready with the horses. Don’t cause trouble, though. We don’t need attention at the moment.” “I can watch him and cancel the magick if he tries anything, and he’s not wrong,” Bucky shrugged, “so I figured, why not?” Okay. Tony swallowed and glanced toward Steve, who still hadn’t moved. The elevator was too small, and he was beginning to feel claustrophobic. At least the lights were still on. Moving to Steve’s house hadn’t accomplished very much. They’d talked in circles for an agonizingly long time before finally agreeing to wait it out and see what the world looked like in the morning. Then they’d make an official decision by noon. Almost as soon as a decision had been made Steve was left alone, with Nat going back to her assignment and Clint vanishing to God only knew where. She kneels to look Tony in the eyes, carefully not touching her. Tony stares at the bedsheets and Steve stares at Tony, searching. Cataloging her curled up body and fists tucked under her chin, childlike. inside of him. Something vanished, dropped out from under his feet, dissipated. Tony froze, instinctively reaching for his magick to try and form some sort of weapon from the

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<|text|> metal scattered around him. eager to tell me how much of a freak of nature I was. A Welthari Omega? It’s against every law of nature there is. Omegas are built to be “I suppose some introductions are in order?” he asked. “Everyone, this is Tony Stark. Tony, this is Natasha, Clint, and, uh,” Steve hesitated, “James?” The lights went on, and Steve glanced up to see a panel in the ceiling being opened. Clint, of all people, poked his head through. Bucky growled lowly and flicked his wrist. Steve, familiar with Bucky’s moods, braced himself, but there was nothing that could properly prepare him for the sickening feeling of his magick vanishing. It felt like someone had torn out his insides and left him empty—he was grasping for something that simply didn’t exist anymore. As the last words were directed upwards, clearly meant for Jarvis, Tony bit the inside of his cheek hard enough to draw blood and fought the urge to summon the armor and ask Rogers if he thought “Shut up, all of you,” Natasha snapped. “This is still a mission, yes, but it’s also something brand new we’ve never encountered before. We should take Stark—we can figure out what we want to do from there. Bucky, do you think you can cancel his magick?” “And I said no!” Tony snapped, attempting to shove away and swaying dangerously. “I’m not, I’m not, not gonna throw up.” And just like that everything slammed roughly back into place and Tony staggered backwards, narrowly avoiding falling on his ass. Jesus Christ. It felt like someone had shoved a massive rock straight into his ribcage with no care at all for what got broken or nudged out of place. So, the stuff inside the arrow was indeed an explosive, as Tony found out (safely, he hid behind a tree after he lit the fuse, he didn’t have a death wish), but it barely scorched the grass around it. So either the Registration had terrible weapons or they hadn’t actually been trying to kill him. Both seemed equally likely. “But nothing. You’re doing more harm than good every time you try to fix things with him, Steve. Let Nat mother-hen Tony for an hour and then just...I dunno, avoid him for a couple days.” Tony did as he was told, sticking mostly to what he’d need for the outer shell of the arm for the time being. When he finished, Bucky disappeared again and Tony thought, for a moment, that he was really just going to be left alone in the house. But his captor (was that even the right word anymore?) returned after only a few seconds. Steve paused, tracing a finger over the arc reactor. “You’re the Iron Woman, and unlike the rest of us who owe our powers to fate or science or mentors, Iron Woman is just you. Nothing and no one else. That’s so amazing, Tony, you have no idea.” The Omega was surrounded by shining metal and other bits and pieces Steve couldn’t hope to identify, and despite his magick was mostly working with his hands. He only seemed to be

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<|text|> using the kinesis for convenience, not necessity. Tony nods and promptly tries to sink directly into the depths of the earth. Steve pulls the blankets back a bit with a soft smile. Tony looked at the runner for a long moment. He was sweating like he’d just run across the city (he had), and he looked half dead on his feet. His magick wouldn’t hold much longer. Steve spun and only a lifetime of hiding kept Tony from flinching. His hands still jerked, wild, but Steve didn’t seem to notice. “Think I don’t see you deflecting, Stark? Always hiding behind the real heroes until it’s time for a little PR stunt, right? Howard was a thousand times better than you. No armor, no team, no nothing, and he flew a helicopter into enemy territory. You’re just a big man in a suit of armor, take that away, and what’s left? A coward.” “Look, Cap, I’m tired, and if you want to believe in whatever god-like image of Howard Stark you worship in your head, fine,” Tony sighed, sliding down the wall until he was sitting on the floor, “cause I’m not gonna sit here and try to convince you.” They’d solved the mystery of whether Tony really was Welthari for Clint, but now they were faced with a few tiny problems. For one, they couldn’t nullify Tony’s magick forever—Bucky simply didn’t have the stamina to hold it for more than an hour or so. For another, they were no closer to knowing what to do with the Omega. And they were fighting over those two problems while Tony sat in another room—one he couldn’t get out of without going past the four of them. The screen scrolled down to the Related Articles section and zoomed in on one of the headlines: You Don’t Need To Be Unconscious To Get A Concussion. Nat, to her credit, didn’t react except to grip Widow’s reins too tightly and suck in a shocked gulp of air. Clint made a choking sound and nearly fell, and Steve couldn’t blame him. Canceled magick was like the ground suddenly dropping out from under you, and no one was immune to a bit of panic at the feeling. “I meant you don’t have to be fine all the time, and you can’t always control when you need help. Okay? I’ll always be here if you need me. No one’s perfect.” Although technically, Steve wasn’t wrong. Tony had been building “Howard Stark’s” projects for years now. His whole life, practically. ” At the last word Steve snapped his fingers in front of Tony’s face and he flinched violently, his head slamming into the elevator wall. Have some Bonding, Howard going away forever (yay!), our favorite spy and archer back in the thick of things (hi Nat!! hi Clint!!!) and the happy ending our poor boys deserve. This is...maybe two notches above the original ending for this fic, but it's better and longer and the best I can do without making you all wait another month. So, here! Tony shifted, very aware of what his answer would mean. “I, uh...I don’t remember all that

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<|text|> well, but I think, four? Something like that. Definitely when I was five and six, and then they started figuring things out, so a bunch more before I was ten, and after that I was, y’know, presenting, and….lots of things you can do, with an O.” A terrible mix of disgust and fear rose like bile in his throat. He hit the opposite corner and curled in on himself, staring at his feet. Everything was so Tony met her gaze steadily. “If I wanted to, I could drag the iron from your blood, and you’d be dead before you hit the ground.” “We need to start doing something soon or all of this is going to turn into one massive waste of time,” Natasha warned. Clearly the others had started up again without Steve. There was a pause, and then a deep, shuddering breath ran through Tony’s whole body, but he still didn’t move. Tony did laugh, that time, sharp and manic and bitter. “Sorry to break it to ya, Capsicle, but dear old dad’s been dead for years.” Steve laid his hand on Tony’s knee, and the reaction was instantaneous. The other man’s body stilled, and some of the tension bled from his muscles. Steve opened his mouth to say something, closed it again. He couldn’t trust himself not to shatter this. all over the place, but he couldn’t bring himself to care. His internal organs were twisting up and vanishing, like a snake eating its own tail. Tony can’t answer. Fuck. It’s a trick question, it’s a trap, it is good but it’s also not good enough, what does she say? If she says yes Steve might not come any closer, if she says no Steve might back off completely, might leave her, fuck fuck A different scene pulled up a video from one of Jarvis’s cameras. Tony knew it would be the elevator even before it started playing. Thankfully, there was no audio, but Tony still flinched when his on-screen self did, and winced as his own head cracked into the steel. The video skipped ahead to the second time, but Tony waved it away before it could get started. Right. Babbling. He should. He should not, not do that. “I...I build things? Alloykinetic, I move metal, it makes sense, um. I could try….it’d probably be easier for you—unless you Steve was only three or four flights up the stairs when Jarvis cut through the dull echo of his footsteps. LeapOf_Faith is still my savior who deserves cookies and hugs forever! She helped me get over writer's block here and is honestly the main reason this chapter is getting posted, because otherwise I would second-guess myself a hundred times and let it rot in the depths of my google docs. Sing her praises. Tony winced. Steve seemed to have a sixth sense for knowing when Tony was awake, and also for knowing when she was beating herself up inside. But that didn’t mean Tony couldn’t try to throw her off the scent. She didn’t need Steve anymore, she’d had her little encouraging speech and her comfort for the next couple of weeks.

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<|text|> She’d be fine. “But why don’t they? Something doesn’t add up. There’s no way Howard Stark doesn’t know about this,” Steve muttered. “Maybe...maybe we should hold off on the report for another day?” There was series of thumping and scraping noises overhead, and then the unbearable scream of metal on metal, the sensation of moving upwards. Tony grabbed at the wall, or tried to—it was all slick, smooth, steel and he couldn’t grip it. Steve’s hand moved from his knee, and for just a moment the genius felt his breath catch before the warm weight settled on his shoulder. Tony waited for his body to flinch, contract, react in some way to what was normally a trigger, but nothing. He still remembered too many heavy hands on his shoulders, could still see the handprint bruises there afterwards, and Steve Rogers’ hand should feel no different...but yet. , there was a gaping black hole in her chest that had nothing to do with the reactor and she was cold and hot at once and she wanted to cry and she wanted Steve. He opened his eyes and carefully maneuvered himself into a sort-of seating position, putting him at eye-level with a certain super-soldier’s chest. It didn’t come. He was empty. He was powerless. The space where his magick lived was a gaping, bloody hole and it hurt, it “Yeah, Stark, you call that the smartest AI in the world? Honestly, can you do anything right? Are you even listening to me? “This mess? ‘Scuse me, that’s my girlfriend you’re talking about. She’s a mess, sure, but she’s my mess, and I’d cross the whole world for her if she needed me.” In the end, he settled for the latter, but all his desperate kicking and clawing did nothing to stop the two strong arms from dragging him to the fence and hauling him over it into the waiting arms (arm?) of someone else. The person only had one arm wrapped around Tony’s body, but they were surprisingly strong. All the bots were clustered in one area, and Steve pushed through the workshop towards them...and the vaguely Tony-shaped form on the floor. Steve returned to the common floor where the others were waiting, but he’d barely stepped out of the stairwell when a knife buried itself in the wall two inches from his head. Early update bc I forgot I'm leaving early tomorrow for a lil vacation type thing and don't wanna forget to post!! when I get back I'll hopefully have finished revamping the ending of this into something a lil better, and then we're done!! “Sorry, sorry,” Tony blurted, holding up his hands in a gesture of surrender. “It’s just...you could totally use a prosthetic, right? I’d have thought the Registration would give you one, but y’know, I could Tony can feel the pressure building behind her eyes and nods quickly, before the tears come. Steve climbs over and around her, settling in a firm warm line all along Tony’s back. She rubs one thumb in gentle circles on Tony’s shoulder and Tony He’d just gotten the call that Peggy was gone, and he’d gone to

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<|text|> the gym and killed about twenty punching bags before he realized she’d never want him to do that, if she were there. So he dragged himself away, showered and made sure he looked presentable for whoever was hanging around the Tower. Neither Tony nor Bucky spoke for several long minutes, until a knock at the door had both of them on their feet. “Jarvis, time,” he muttered, no longer meaning the time of day but rather the likely unholy amount of hours he’d been holed up in the ‘shop. He’d realized, then, of course, but it was too late. Jarvis was speaking, trying to calm Tony down, and it must’ve happened before because the AI hardly seemed fazed. All Steve could do was repeat Tony’s name while Jarvis tried to tell him he was in New York, in the Tower, and he was safe. They stayed there for about ten more minutes, and Tony never moved. Steve didn’t, either, just crouched next to him with one small point of contact tethering them together. His magick vanished, shriveling up inside him, and Tony stumbled the last few steps to the door, flinging it open. A runner stared at him first, then at Bucky when the other man all but bowled Tony over in his rush for the door. The two spies sprang to their assignments, Natasha vanishing in a flash and Clint helping to gently turn Tony over. Shards of glass were embedded in his skin, and the right side of his face was streaked with blood where his temple had split. Steve and Clint carefully picked out the larger shards, avoiding the minuscule slivers by mutual agreement—they were too tiny to be pulled out with large, clumsy fingers. Steve looked unimpressed. “Properly. Eight hours at least, in your own bed, at night, the whole nine yards.” want me to, I shouldn’t have even offered, sorry, that was just. Stupid. I’m gonna, I’m gonna stop talking now.” , woah, balance was definitely not a thing his brain was doing. He managed to open the cabinet and pull down some aspirin and sleeping pills–at least, he thought that’s what they were, his hands were shaking and his head was pounding, and he definitely didn’t feel like trying to read the labels. So, I hope y'all enjoyed, and if you did, comments and kudos would be GREATLY appreciated. Seriously. I check my inbox and this fic at least once a day. Please validate me so I am less likely to hurl myself directly into the sun. “We’ll answer what questions we can once we get inside,” Steve added to Tony as he slid from his horse’s back. Before Tony could even think about running, though, he was being awkwardly pulled to the ground himself. She’d had Jarvis wake Steve, dragged her poor girlfriend down to her room for a hug because she was that fucking pathetic, Jesus Christ. She’d really made Steve tell her how amazing and perfect she was, had cried into her chest like a helpless damsel in distress, Steve opened his mouth to protest, then stopped. God. Tony was still building on the floor, nonchalantly

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<|text|> fitting panels together in the vaguest shape of an arm. What kind of Omega—what kind of you,” Tony sing-songed from the other room. “And I feel like you should know there’s usually not this much fighting between kidnappers either. Also, Steve promised me questions. And answers.” Steve nodded and left Cap in his friends’ capable hands. Bucky did the same and they snuck back to the Manor, creeping around the outside of the fence this time to lower the chance of being spotted. As Steve had hoped, Tony was exactly where he’d left him, crouched over the arrow’s remains. He seemed to be poking at them with a small stick. Steve couldn’t worry about that—they had a job to do. She has approximately ten seconds to pull herself together. Steve doesn’t kid around when Tony is involved.

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<|text|> <|example|> certain smile and slight nod of her head. <|indexes|> 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 | <|example|> the right spot again.  “What do you think Hot Roof Guy does in real life? I’m thinking underwear model. God, what if he’s an underwear model? That would be outstanding.  Did I tell you about the time Howard sent these twins from the cover of Maxim to set me on the--dare I say it?--straight and narrow path?” he asked, looking over at Rhodey for a moment. “It did not work.” <|indexes|> 0 0 0 0 0 0 | <|example|> But, he will.  And I’ll be here. Waiting.  Ask yourself, are these little rebellions really worth it?  For you, perhaps, but the boy…” Zola said, making a tsking sound through his teeth.  “Pride is such a petty reason for suffering, isn’t it?” <|indexes|> 0 <|example|> “You're not going to throw up in my car right? Last time you were in here you seemed pretty intent to.” Steve teased—trying to cover up his actual worry—as he fished out his car keys and let Tony in. <|indexes|> 1 1 1 1 1 1 1 1 1 1 1 1 1 | <|example|> the couch and then Rhodey found us and it was awkward but I didn't want to make it awkward since apparently to Tony it wasn't that awkward -- and then we had breakfast and he said I could pick something out from his closet -- and man his closet is big and we ended up -- or I guess I ended up trying on nearly all of his clothes -- though I guess you could say it was the two of us since he kept handing me stuff -- and it was a lot of fun cause he had JARVIS play music and it felt like we were little kids playing dress up and we talked a bunch throughout the whole thing -- oh and did I mention we spent the whole night talking too -- yeah we talked till we fell asleep on each other but its really no big deal can you guys stop making it such a big deal? " Steve said, taking a much needed gasp of air. <|indexes|> 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 | <|example|> was funny considering the laughter that kept coming from the audience. <|indexes|> 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 | <|example|> for crying out loud, what did he do!? <|indexes|> 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 | <|example|> their morning chats to a day of watching movies, he realized that Mr. Rogers was a lot cuter than the girl he left behind in his apartment. He also realized that it was easier to talk to him than any of the other girls he had been with. And for a brief second the thought ‘ <|indexes|> 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 |

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<|text|> <|example|> the couch and then Rhodey found us and it was awkward but I didn't want to make it awkward since apparently to Tony it wasn't that awkward -- and then we had breakfast and he said I could pick something out from his closet -- and man his closet is big and we ended up -- or I guess I ended up trying on nearly all of his clothes -- though I guess you could say it was the two of us since he kept handing me stuff -- and it was a lot of fun cause he had JARVIS play music and it felt like we were little kids playing dress up and we talked a bunch throughout the whole thing -- oh and did I mention we spent the whole night talking too -- yeah we talked till we fell asleep on each other but its really no big deal can you guys stop making it such a big deal? " Steve said, taking a much needed gasp of air. <|indexes|> 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 | <|example|> was funny considering the laughter that kept coming from the audience. <|indexes|> 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 | <|example|> for crying out loud, what did he do!? <|indexes|> 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 | <|example|> their morning chats to a day of watching movies, he realized that Mr. Rogers was a lot cuter than the girl he left behind in his apartment. He also realized that it was easier to talk to him than any of the other girls he had been with. And for a brief second the thought ‘ <|indexes|> 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 | <|example|> it worked just fine, had for years. But the look Tony was giving Steve flushed all his arguments down the toilet. <|indexes|> 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 | <|example|> what I meant. Sorry I got a little fan girly. I just meant, we’d be very happy for you. Do you want me to go on a rant about how amazing you are? Cause I totally could. We'd be here for days though” Jemma offered. <|indexes|> 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 | <|example|> the edits. I’m sure there is a lot more that could be done, or things that were missed. I’m sure that four years from now I’ll see even more things to fix (possibly even cringe at the edits I made now). But that’s what I love about writing, you get better, and you don’t always realize it until you read old work! <|indexes|> 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 <|example|> Curiosity forced Tony’s chin up, to a square panel of light in the ceiling. Clint Barton’s face appeared. <|indexes|> 1 1 1 1 1 1 1 1 1 1 | <|example|> away. <|indexes|> 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 | <|example|> Widow, the small dark mare with just as much fire as her owner. Winter, Bucky’s horse, stood patiently as his rider climbed awkwardly on. They all liked to joke about how Buck and Winter looked the same, with identical blue eyes and surprisingly sharp stares. <|indexes|> 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 <|example|> Clint looked around the living room, then at Tony. He was wearing dark gray dress pants and a french tucked <|indexes|> 1 | <|example|> polo shirt of Steve’s that screamed <|indexes|> 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 |

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<|text|> <|example|> their morning chats to a day of watching movies, he realized that Mr. Rogers was a lot cuter than the girl he left behind in his apartment. He also realized that it was easier to talk to him than any of the other girls he had been with. And for a brief second the thought ‘ <|indexes|> 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 | <|example|> it worked just fine, had for years. But the look Tony was giving Steve flushed all his arguments down the toilet. <|indexes|> 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 | <|example|> what I meant. Sorry I got a little fan girly. I just meant, we’d be very happy for you. Do you want me to go on a rant about how amazing you are? Cause I totally could. We'd be here for days though” Jemma offered. <|indexes|> 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 | <|example|> the edits. I’m sure there is a lot more that could be done, or things that were missed. I’m sure that four years from now I’ll see even more things to fix (possibly even cringe at the edits I made now). But that’s what I love about writing, you get better, and you don’t always realize it until you read old work! <|indexes|> 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 <|example|> Curiosity forced Tony’s chin up, to a square panel of light in the ceiling. Clint Barton’s face appeared. <|indexes|> 1 1 1 1 1 1 1 1 1 1 | <|example|> away. <|indexes|> 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 | <|example|> Widow, the small dark mare with just as much fire as her owner. Winter, Bucky’s horse, stood patiently as his rider climbed awkwardly on. They all liked to joke about how Buck and Winter looked the same, with identical blue eyes and surprisingly sharp stares. <|indexes|> 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 <|example|> Clint looked around the living room, then at Tony. He was wearing dark gray dress pants and a french tucked <|indexes|> 1 |

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<|text|> <|example|> the edits. I’m sure there is a lot more that could be done, or things that were missed. I’m sure that four years from now I’ll see even more things to fix (possibly even cringe at the edits I made now). But that’s what I love about writing, you get better, and you don’t always realize it until you read old work! <|indexes|> 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 <|example|> Curiosity forced Tony’s chin up, to a square panel of light in the ceiling. Clint Barton’s face appeared. <|indexes|> 1 1 1 1 1 1 1 1 1 1 | <|example|> away. <|indexes|> 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 | <|example|> Widow, the small dark mare with just as much fire as her owner. Winter, Bucky’s horse, stood patiently as his rider climbed awkwardly on. They all liked to joke about how Buck and Winter looked the same, with identical blue eyes and surprisingly sharp stares. <|indexes|> 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 <|example|> Clint looked around the living room, then at Tony. He was wearing dark gray dress pants and a french tucked <|indexes|> 1 | <|example|> polo shirt of Steve’s that screamed <|indexes|> 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 | <|example|> Natasha teased as he made to leave, he rolled his eyes in response but his smile betrayed the expression he had hoped to convey. <|indexes|> 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 | <|example|> go sometime?” Steve said, remembering his promise to drunk Tony to take him there. <|indexes|> 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 | <|example|> conversation, except the lady he had been sitting next to. She was staring at them. At Steve. Giving him dagger eyes. Tony glanced back at Steve and saw that he too had noticed. <|indexes|> 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 |

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<|text|> <|example|> conversation, except the lady he had been sitting next to. She was staring at them. At Steve. Giving him dagger eyes. Tony glanced back at Steve and saw that he too had noticed. <|indexes|> 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 | <|example|> take no offense, I’m sure you were great and that we had a fantastic night, and that I enjoyed myself greatl-” <|indexes|> 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 | <|example|> prodded his head back out and he made his way back to his room. He stopped and stared at his new phone. He hadn't really used it since the day before when Tony was going through it's details with him. He carefully picked it up and clicked it on. His screen lit up. <|indexes|> 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 | <|example|> married couple. <|indexes|> 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 | <|example|> didn’t know what to do with the thought from the night before; Steve was just his neighbor, they were barely strengthening their friendship. Tony did like Steve, he knew that much, he just wasn’t sure it was merely a platonic like anymore. <|indexes|> 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 | <|example|> you want to invite someone over to… watch? Participate? I’m so confused. I mean. It’s not something I’ve never done before, or enjoyed, it’s just I didn’t really peg you as someone who would—” <|indexes|> 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 <|example|> “Did you pick up more charcoal by chance?” Jarvis asked.  “I can get some from that hardware store.  They’ll be open.  I’ll just pop into town for a bit and—” <|indexes|> 1 1 | <|example|> the gilded cage on before Steve’s eyes finally tore away from the strap long enough to notice. <|indexes|> 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 |

<|output|> <|example|> conversation, except the lady he had been sitting next to. She was staring at them. At Steve. Giving him dagger eyes. Tony glanced back at Steve and saw that he too had noticed. <|indexes|> 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 <|example|> “Did you pick up more charcoal by chance?” Jarvis asked.  “I can get some from that hardware store.  They’ll be open.  I’ll just pop into town for a bit and—” <|indexes|> 1 1 1 1 1 1 1 1 1 1 1 |

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<|text|> <|example|> married couple. <|indexes|> 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 | <|example|> didn’t know what to do with the thought from the night before; Steve was just his neighbor, they were barely strengthening their friendship. Tony did like Steve, he knew that much, he just wasn’t sure it was merely a platonic like anymore. <|indexes|> 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 | <|example|> you want to invite someone over to… watch? Participate? I’m so confused. I mean. It’s not something I’ve never done before, or enjoyed, it’s just I didn’t really peg you as someone who would—” <|indexes|> 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 <|example|> “Did you pick up more charcoal by chance?” Jarvis asked.  “I can get some from that hardware store.  They’ll be open.  I’ll just pop into town for a bit and—” <|indexes|> 1 1 | <|example|> the gilded cage on before Steve’s eyes finally tore away from the strap long enough to notice. <|indexes|> 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 | <|example|> out.  Been clever, he thought with a yawn.  As he stared up at the spot in the sky where he’d pointed the telescope, he had the weird, blindingly clear thought that Steve would. <|indexes|> 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 | <|example|> Steve mentioned looking through some haphazardly tied together stack of pictures one of the other soldiers picked up somewhere in the south of France. <|indexes|> 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 | <|example|> beautifully-formed cinnamon star biscuits and doughy snowball cakes.  Steve loved Germany.  Which seemed odd to Tony at first, but there was something very satisfying for Steve in all of the changes.  A sense of see, we did do something.  We mattered.  We made a difference. <|indexes|> 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 | <|example|> from you in the divorce,” Steve remarked evenly, earning a sharp bark of laughter from Tony.  Steve found himself smiling in return, the rush of warmth at the banter coming so swiftly and easily that it startled him, the way his mind recognized it almost at a distance, some foreign, unfamiliar interloper that needed to be studied. <|indexes|> 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 |

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<|text|> <|example|> the gilded cage on before Steve’s eyes finally tore away from the strap long enough to notice. <|indexes|> 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 | <|example|> out.  Been clever, he thought with a yawn.  As he stared up at the spot in the sky where he’d pointed the telescope, he had the weird, blindingly clear thought that Steve would. <|indexes|> 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 | <|example|> Steve mentioned looking through some haphazardly tied together stack of pictures one of the other soldiers picked up somewhere in the south of France. <|indexes|> 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 | <|example|> beautifully-formed cinnamon star biscuits and doughy snowball cakes.  Steve loved Germany.  Which seemed odd to Tony at first, but there was something very satisfying for Steve in all of the changes.  A sense of see, we did do something.  We mattered.  We made a difference. <|indexes|> 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 | <|example|> from you in the divorce,” Steve remarked evenly, earning a sharp bark of laughter from Tony.  Steve found himself smiling in return, the rush of warmth at the banter coming so swiftly and easily that it startled him, the way his mind recognized it almost at a distance, some foreign, unfamiliar interloper that needed to be studied. <|indexes|> 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 | <|example|> it lightly between his palms.  “It’s kind of messed up,” Steve continued in a strange, tight voice.  “It doesn’t really fit in here, with all your fancy stuff.  But,” he said, holding it out to Tony. “If you want it, I guess it’s really always been yours.” <|indexes|> 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 | <|example|> Sometimes, he felt like he was always reaching for Tony, never quite able to touch him, but he never imagined it quite like this. <|indexes|> 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 | <|example|> Fury know what’s going on and…ah, screw it, let him deal with it. I need a drink,” Pepper said, abruptly hanging up. <|indexes|> 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 | <|example|> necklace of certain parts of me of which I’m rather fond if I touched you during our hypothetical lap dance?” Tony asked, trying and somewhat succeeding to get a genuine smile out of Steve.  “It’s only been a couple of days, Steve.  You didn’t exactly leave him tied up in the yard with a bowl of water and one of your old t-shirts.  Wait, did you?  I’m not kink-shaming, but…” <|indexes|> 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 | <|example|> was asking for, but it seemed to be enough.  Tony’s other hand threaded through Steve’s hair, pushing the sweat-soaked strands back from his forehead, then dropped down to trace the curve of the collar around Steve’s throat.  Steve watched him let out a rough breath, catching his bottom lip for a moment and shaking his head, eyes closing for a long moment as he drew in a tremulous breath.  Steve could feel Tony’s cock against his own and unconsciously canted his hips toward it.  Tony swallowed thickly, opened his eyes and looked down at Steve.  Slowly, his head dropped so his forehead rested against Steve’s.  Tony’s hand gripped Steve’s cock and brought it to his own, holding them together as his hand stroked both of them. <|indexes|> 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 |

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<|output|> <|example|> was asking for, but it seemed to be enough.  Tony’s other hand threaded through Steve’s hair, pushing the sweat-soaked strands back from his forehead, then dropped down to trace the curve of the collar around Steve’s throat.  Steve watched him let out a rough breath, catching his bottom lip for a moment and shaking his head, eyes closing for a long moment as he drew in a tremulous breath.  Steve could feel Tony’s cock against his own and unconsciously canted his hips toward it.  Tony swallowed thickly, opened his eyes and looked down at Steve.  Slowly, his head dropped so his forehead rested against Steve’s.  Tony’s hand gripped Steve’s cock and brought it to his own, holding them together as his hand stroked both of them. <|indexes|> 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 <|example|> Truth be told, Steve thought they all resembled their horses in one way or another, though whether that was a strange twist of fate or the product of years of working with them, he couldn’t say. <|indexes|> 1 1 1 1 1 1 1 1 1 1 1 1 1 |

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<|text|> <|example|> quietness, jaw jutting forward like he was pointing out the obvious. <|indexes|> 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 | <|example|> muscle that tapered to a deep vee bound by thick cords over his thighs, then looked up at Steve again, vision going blurry for a moment.   Steve was watching him, half-hooded eyes following Tony’s movements, features going waxy and soft in the dim morning light.  He stretched, back bowing a bit under the half-slope of Tony’s body that was slowly interloping its way over his.  Tony rode out the motion, then settled, resting his head on Steve’s chest, just below his heart.  He could hear the rabbity thud of it, wavelike, against the shell of his ear. <|indexes|> 0 0 0 0 0 | <|example|> was my fault. They’re going to blame Wanda.  You know they are.  You gotta—you gotta tell Ross.  He’s looking for a reason, and I gave him one.  If he wants to come after someone, then it’s on me.” <|indexes|> 0 0 <|example|> Truth be told, Steve thought they all resembled their horses in one way or another, though whether that was a strange twist of fate or the product of years of working with them, he couldn’t say. <|indexes|> 1 1 1 1 1 1 1 1 1 1 1 1 1 | <|example|> you’ve kidnapped. Especially if they’re Welthari.” <|indexes|> 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 | <|example|> her stomach, and she can’t quite convince herself it’s safe to speak. <|indexes|> 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 | <|example|> a Welthari Omega in Clint’s house, the Registration probably wondering where four of its best trackers had disappeared to, and absolutely no clue what to do. <|indexes|> 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 | <|example|> metal scattered around him. <|indexes|> 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 | <|example|> using the kinesis for convenience, not necessity. <|indexes|> 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 | <|example|> well, but I think, four? Something like that. Definitely when I was five and six, and then they started figuring things out, so a bunch more before I was ten, and after that I was, y’know, presenting, and….lots of things you can do, with an O.” <|indexes|> 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 |

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<|text|> <|example|> “I really like it,” Steve assured him, looking down at his hand and studying it for a long time.  “What do you want to talk about?” <|indexes|> 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 <|example|> “You're not going to throw up in my car right? Last time you were in here you seemed pretty intent to.” Steve teased—trying to cover up his actual worry—as he fished out his car keys and let Tony in. <|indexes|> 1 1 1 1 1 1 1 1 1 1 1 1 1 | | <|example|> certain smile and slight nod of her head. <|indexes|> 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 <|example|> “You're not going to throw up in my car right? Last time you were in here you seemed pretty intent to.” Steve teased—trying to cover up his actual worry—as he fished out his car keys and let Tony in. <|indexes|> 1 1 1 1 1 1 1 1 1 1 1 1 1 1 1 1 1 1 1 1 1 1 1 1 1 1 1 1 1 1 1 1 1 1 1 1 1 1 1 1 1 1 1 1 1 1 1 1 1 1 1 1 1 1 1 1 1 1 1 1 1 1 1 1 1 1 1 1 | | <|example|> the couch and then Rhodey found us and it was awkward but I didn't want to make it awkward since apparently to Tony it wasn't that awkward -- and then we had breakfast and he said I could pick something out from his closet -- and man his closet is big and we ended up -- or I guess I ended up trying on nearly all of his clothes -- though I guess you could say it was the two of us since he kept handing me stuff -- and it was a lot of fun cause he had JARVIS play music and it felt like we were little kids playing dress up and we talked a bunch throughout the whole thing -- oh and did I mention we spent the whole night talking too -- yeah we talked till we fell asleep on each other but its really no big deal can you guys stop making it such a big deal? " Steve said, taking a much needed gasp of air. <|indexes|> 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 <|example|> Curiosity forced Tony’s chin up, to a square panel of light in the ceiling. Clint Barton’s face appeared. <|indexes|> 1 1 1 1 1 1 1 1 1 1 1 1 1 1 1 1 1 1 1 1 1 1 1 1 1 1 1 1 1 1 1 1 1 1 <|indexes|> 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 | | <|example|> their morning chats to a day of watching movies, he realized that Mr. Rogers was a lot cuter than the girl he left behind in his apartment. He also realized that it was easier to talk to him than any of the other girls he had been with. And for a brief second the thought ‘ <|indexes|> 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 <|example|> Curiosity forced Tony’s chin up, to a square panel of light in the ceiling. Clint Barton’s face appeared. <|indexes|> 1 1 1 1 1 1 1 1 1 1 1 1 1 1 1 1 1 1 1 1 1 1 1 1 1 1 1 1 1 1 1 1 1 1 <|indexes|> 0 | | <|example|> the edits. I’m sure there is a lot more that could be done, or things that were missed. I’m sure that four years from now I’ll see even more things to fix (possibly even cringe at the edits I made now). But that’s what I love about writing, you get better, and you don’t always realize it until you read old work! <|indexes|> 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 <|example|> Curiosity forced Tony’s chin up, to a square panel of light in the ceiling. Clint Barton’s face appeared. <|indexes|> 1 1 1 1 1 1 1 1 1 1 1 1 1 1 1 1 1 1 1 1 1 1 1 1 1 1 1 1 1 1 1 1 1 1 <|indexes|> 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 | |

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<|text|> “No.” He looks up in shock from where his gaze has been slipping shamefacedly towards the floor and Steve has a stubborn set to his jaw. The soldier catches himself, turns his voice soft and low before he starts again. “That’s not true, Tony.” He gets up from his chair and makes the couple steps to where Tony’s sitting before crouching down so they’re at eye level. He lifts a hand and it wavers in the air slightly before he sets it firm on the engineer’s knee. “Did that hurt?” he asks softly, gaze raking down Tony's chest and settling on the scars with a new expression the genius has never seen before. It’s not pity or probing or judgement. Just quiet curiosity and patient waiting and normally Tony would just tell him to fuck off, but-. Steve’s just waiting there, so close, the warmth of his touch burning through his jeans and his expression isn’t demanding. Just offering. Thor’s staring down at the floor now, eyes blinking rapidly as if he’s fighting back tears and Tony’s the one to pull him into a hug this time. The Asgardian stills for a second and then lifts his arms to pull the engineer tight to his chest. He clings to him for several moments before the god’s breathing eases and when Thor pulls back he looks better. “Nope, you interrupted poker night so you have to play. Now, come and get drunk and I’ll order a stupid amount of Chinese food while we put Clint to shame.” Tony plops down on the floor dragging Bruce along, and he can only laugh as he feels some of the tension roll out of his shoulders. He’s been gone for three months on a medical aid mission in India and while it’s certainly not the stress of battling aliens and gods, trying to save innocent people from the ravages of disease on the edge of the world with no resources took its toll. Then Steve pulls back, settles back into his chair and Tony sees him turn an embarrassed shade of scarlet as he notices the coffee staining Tony’s shirt. “Don’t worry Jarvis, I’ll take it easy.” I laugh and jet into the sky. The lights of the city become a blur below me, the speed on the HUD slowly increasing until I’m skirting 200 miles per hour. “That was still a small initiative when I went undercover for this op.” Even though there’s no reason for Iron Man to lie to him, Steve is wary. What’s a superhero to gain by lying to an ancient relic? “I haven’t been under for more than a year.” “Ah, no.” I look around for the wires that I’d left lying around…somewhere. “Have you seen a couple of copper—” Rhodey dangles the elusive wires from his fist. “Yeah those. Give em to me.” She straightens out from her casual position next to my desk. “Toni, I won’t accept the position if your requirement is for me to sleep with you.” Her tone is so sharp I wince. “And for that matter, I’ll take it up with HR. This

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<|text|> is sexual harass—” He’d pressured Toni into lowering the amount of alcohol she consumed. That meant that sometimes instead of going to a bar or pub, they go to a restaurant or drive thru instead. Steve avoids thinking that the times they spend in restaurants count as dates. “I know. It’s an accident.” I sober when I remember that he must have had a hard time these past months what with Fury’s death. “I heard about Fury…” After making the repairs to my suit and applying the badass paint job to it, I finally collapse on my bed. I’m out like a light immediately. “Not the time J.” Toni says, uncharacteristically cutting off her precious AI. “Now, Steve, you have a passport, right? Oops, should have led with that.” Steve doesn’t comment on the title, not up for an argument, and nods in acknowledgement to Jarvis’ words. The ride goes by in silence; the doors opening without a whisper when he arrives at the penthouse. He steps out hesitantly, unsure of what direction to take. Sudden lights flood the room. I’d thought I was in a building of some sort but with the light, I finally realize that I’m in a cave. So Bucky sighed and stood next to the skinny pain in the ass, defiantly staring down the other kid. Luckily for them, Steve’s bully had been the kind to pick on the loners and seeing as Steve was suddenly backed up by Bucky, he’d left them alone. Of course, that resentment wasn’t exclusively Steve’s. Bucky hated Steve for the fact that his parents loved him. Don’t get me wrong. Winnifred Barnes loved Bucky to pieces, but his father was another story. George Barnes was a drunk and an aggressive one at that. The news breaks when Steve is punching a stubborn sandbag into submission. He hears the low murmuring of the agents in the gym but as usual, he ignores them. After Nat’s bombshell, Steve has been even more reticent than usual. So for a good ten minutes, he’s still stuck in his bubble, trying to work out his demons and worry for Bucky with good old physical exertion. “Oh, right.” Steve launches into a long-winded monologue about the importance of mission debriefs and reports. Most the agents’ eyes glaze over around the ten-minute mark but Sam has a knowing glance that as much as Steve wants to bore into stupor, he knows that there’s going to be a Conversation when they get back to HQ. “You can’t keep ignoring this Toni!” He argues behind me as I move closer to the suit. “It’s been what? A year?” I tap the chest piece and he immediately flinches. “Relax honeybun, I’ve made this specifically for you.” “What the fuck did you do to him?” Steve turns back to the shiny metal, his face thunderous. It’s only Sam’s soft voice that pulls him away from the edge of violence. Natasha rolls her eyes. “You’re such a drama queen Steve. Just call her up and tell her about your other best friend’s disappearance. Maybe she’ll even help you find him.” “Steve is Captain America?” I ask her, still

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