Hello everyone. I wrote this fanfic and my friend Taylor on instagram helped me editing it (our accounts below, just giving credits)

Hope you all guys like it, this is my first fanfic in English (My first language is Spanish) so I hope you enjoy 3

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* POV

Chapter 1 Just another day

Tony

Now everyday was just another day.

I must admit I miss them.. I miss those days when the tower was full and you could hear conversations everywhere. I miss the company, even if I never got involved, not because it wasn't nice.. it's just that every time I get involved with somebody things can just go wrong. I'm the one who brings the bad things, it's just that people can't be around me and feel comfortable. Honestly I understand why. People never know how am I going to react.

It was very stupid trying to picture a family where there wasn't one. I thought we would be together forever, but now we are here divided and the only person who stood by my side was Rhodey.

And this war had almost killed him.

I also have to admit that it hurts seeing Steve Rogers gone... There has always been some tension between us. It didn't take him long to hate me, but together it didn't take us long to notice that we can get along well. We didn't talk much and yet it hurts, it hurts more than I'd like it to. Watching that he was capable to leave without looking back. This last feeling is funny, I don't even know how to describe it, it's some kind of jealousy? I don't know.

It hurts admitting it but I would give anything to have someone who loved me like that, specially him, I don't understand why though.

"Tony."

"Rhodey."

"What are you doing here?"

I look around. I've been here for so long that I didn't realize that I was still in Steve's room. Another question is Why am I here, wasting time?

"Tony, you've gotta stop doing this to yourself." he continued seeing there was no answer. "Being here just makes you relive everything."

"What else am I supposed to do, Rhodes?"

"I don't know but you really should leave this alone. If you want to know how he's doing so badly, why don't you give him a call? That's why he gave you a cellphone."

"I want to know how are he is, but its not that simple. I pushed him away, I can't be waiting for an answer and... I don't need him."

"I think you do need him" Rhodey sighs and looks firmly at me.

"Tony, I'm telling you this because I care about you. You need to do something about this. Stop thinking about your ego and leave your pride for once. You're sinking and I don't like to see that you're not acting like yourself anymore. You spent the day here reading that letter over and over, then when you're done you go back to your lab just to create more suits. You seem to forget that you're human and you're not acting okay."

I've hardly noticed. All this time all I do is: come here, remember everything, think about what's next and when I'm done I'm off to my lab. In my defense, there's a reason to create so many suits. Don't they remember New York? Ultron? The battle is not over yet and we have worse things to come. Isn't it obvious? Divided or not I must be capable of protecting them all.

"Yeah, I know." I say standing up and walking to the other side of room.

"I just don't k-know how to talk to him... I don't know what to say and I don't know if that will change anything.. He probably just left the cellphone in case of a major threat.. In case I can't fight on my own."

"Just do it, Tony. I'm sure he'll be happy or at least surprised to hear your voice."

I look to the floor. I'm not sure what to do anymore. It's not my style of doing things. If Steve or any of them cared they would have called already, right?

"Stop overthinking, is this even worth keeping your self-image as "Tony Stark"?.."

"It's all I have."

"Don't let this be the last of you."

I look up, with seriousness in my eyes.

"Alright.." I pick the cellphone up. "But.. I'll blame you if everything goes wrong."

"Fine... I'll just leave you to it then." he smiles and he walks with the leg support I designed for him. It still hurts me every time I see him. I should have taken better care of him, how could I have let this happen?

I look at the phone feeling an intense fear. How long has it been since I've felt this way? I go to the cellphone contacts, there is just one "Steve Rogers" I get so many feelings.. I feel like can't even breathe... I muster up my strength and push "call".