Tony Stark sat in his basement, working on upgrades for his suit. Two dog tags dangled on his neck as he worked, distracting him as they moved in his line of view. He finally let out an annoyed growl and grabbed the tags, breaking the chain off his neck. He threw them across the room and his breathing hitched in annoyance.
After some time in slitting silently, Tony heard a familiar voice ring through the garage.
"Sir, you seemed to have throw Mr. Rogers dog tags. Do you want Dummy to fetch them for you, sir?" Jarvis said his name so... simply. It was like the computer couldn't register the pain in the genius's chest at the thought of Captain America.
"I know... don't... I'll get them." Tony stood and walked over to where the tags lay, simply looking down at them.
"Sir... Its been two months, sixteen days, five hours, and fifty-six minutes since you left Mr. Rogers. Should I call him for you?" Jarvis knew to the last second and Tony knew he did. He was the one to program the Al after all.
"No." Tony replied, bending over and picking up the last thing he still had of Steve Roger; sliding the chain of the dog tags in his hand for a moment. He let out an unsteady sigh as he read the name and information from them for the hundredth time. "I'm going to bed."
He walked out the room without another word,refusing to answer anything that Jarvis asked. "Just go to bed for awhile, Jarvis. I need to be alone." The Al was quite for a bit before replying with a 'Yes, sir'.
Stark went to his room and shut the door, letting his back meet it as he slide to the ground. Tears brimmed on the edges of his eyes and he let out another breath, trying to calm himself down.
"Bastard." Tony muttered as he clenched the tags in his hand, letting the tears fall on his dirty jeans. "You act like this doesn't hurt me as much as it hurts you... You've never been so wrong, super soldier." Tony let out a quiet sob, retreating to his bed.
He let out every feeling of regret and want when it came to Captain Steve Rogers and laid in his bed for the remainder of the day, not having the will to move.
He missed his Captain.