{A/N: Welcome to a Stony fic! This fic will portray very toxic relationships, primarily Stony but I will of course be including some ScarletVision as well. It will also be extremely smutty, with smut almost every chapter. Please enjoy!}
Steve Rogers was on his knees. Literally. Also figuratively. His best friend, recently returned from the dead, was once again frozen until T'Challa's sister could figure out a way to fix whatever HYDRA had done to Bucky. He saved the rest of his team from the Raft, but they had been found out quite easily, and were now being arrested by the other Avengers. Tony wouldn't look at him, he was focused on the others on the team. Wanda wept silently beside him, either from the relief of no longer living on the run, away from Vision, or for sadness that her short-lived freedom was now over. Sam kept muttering curses, and Scott asked for orange slices, again. Clint was as silent as Steve.
A warm hand grabbed the back of his neck and he looked up into the open face of Iron Man. "I recommend house arrest, Secretary Ross. That way, we can keep an eye on them." A pause. "Yes, I understand. The Vision is highly capable of running schematics to make sure that none of them leave the compound." Another pause. Wanda froze at the Vision's name, as he was not there with Tony, the Spider-kid, and Natasha. Rhodes was also MIA. "Thank you, Secretary Ross. We will make sure they don't get away again." Tony's eyes met Steve's, hatred almost laced with his next words. "You can hold me personally responsible for Rogers and the other criminals."
That word. Steve hated that word. He wasn't a criminal, all he and the others did was do what they believed in. The same thing that Tony and the others had done. Natasha came up behind Steve and yanked him up by the handcuffs they had placed on him, and dragged both him and Wanda into the quinjet. Tony took hold of Clint and Sam, and the Spider-kid took Scott.
The quinjet was quiet all the way back to the compound, with Natasha piloting. Tony's eyes didn't leave Steve's.
Steve had, after all, chosen his childhood best friend over his boyfriend. Ex-boyfriend, now, he supposed. But Tony either didn't trust Steve to believe him, or just had his head too buried in guilt and anger to believe him. Steve truly wanted to believe that it was the former.
