Part 1
Tony Stark let out a small sigh as his eyes landed on an ever so familiar figure standing outside his living room. His arms were crossed and he looked out of place on the flat surface of STARK tower. Tony scolded himself as he got up with a small grunt – he should've known hewould come, and part of him did, had felt it in a pit of his stomach.
The billionaire slowly made his way to the stairs, and he slowed his pace as he stepped out into the cool night, only in a pair of pants and a wife beater, a bottle of water in hand. It was something he had started, hoping he would be able to quit drinking. Okay, so it had been Pepper's idea. He stopped his death march (that's what it felt like, at least) when he was a few feet from the first Avenger.
"Why'd you come here, Capt?" His question was light, softer than he had intended. At his words, Steve Rogers bristled, unfolding his arms and shoving his hands into his pockets rather violently. If you listened closely, you might've heard the small ripping sound of fabric as the pockets tore open slightly with the force.
"I – uh – I came to see you." Steve licked his lips. They were soft. Soft and wanting – needing. "I wanted to talk."
Tony sighed, shifting his weight onto his right side. "I thought we went over this."
"I know but – "
"You know? So what don't you seem to understand? This," he waved his free hand between the two of them. "Whatever the hellwe had or didn't have – is over,Rogers."
Oh, that stung.
Ever since they had gotten together – was that even what they had done? – Tony had called him Stevewhen they were alone, sometime even Cap, but it was usually Steve.
"I know Tony – I just. Damn it."He ran a hand through his hair, clenching his teeth as he placed his hand back into his pocket. "I just want to know if the emotions you portrayed were real or not." Steve's hands gripped his thighs as he resisted the urge to raise his voice. He didn't want to gain anyone's unwanted attention. He was sure Pepper was probably inside.
Stark snorted, choking back fake laughter. "Whatemotions? Of course they were fake, Rogers." His lips twitched when the other Avenger flinched.
"You love her then." It was a statement that burned the inside of Steve's mouth. He grit his teeth.
"I think it's time you leave." Tony's voice was tight, leaving no room for arguments. He turned on his heels, beginning to walk away. He stopped for a moment. "You know the way out."
"You can pretend I don't exist," Tony's steady stride faltered as Steve continued. "But you'll see my face every damntime you kiss."
Tony grit his teeth before steadying his pace once more. He stormed straight through his living room, down the hall, and right into his bedroom where he slammed the door shut. His back hit the wood, and he let his head hang low. His took in jagged breaths, body shaking with emotions.
"I don't need you to fucking tell me that," he murmured into the dark room. Tony slid down the door, his head falling into his hands. "I already know."