Tony stood in the doorway and just waited. What he was waiting for he didn't even know. For Steve to turn around, to run into his arms and tell him everything that was wrong. That's what Tony wanted to happen. Instead he just stood there watching at the man sitting on his couch, staring out the window.

"Hey Steve," he says, finally making his presence known.

"Hi Tony," Steve replied with the slightest hint of sadness.

"Is everything okay?" he asked slowly walking towards Steve.

"Ya. Everything's fine."

"You sure?"

"Yes I'm sure. I think I would know if I wasn't okay."

"Okay, okay. Just making sure."

Now he was right behind the spot where Steve was sitting. The view of the city from his room was spectacular. Maybe that's why he chose this one. He could look over the city he loved so much and sacrificed himself to save. The city he grew up in.

"Why do you care anyways?" he asked, still staring out the window.

"Well…we're, um…partners. And since we've all kind of become a big dysfunctional family, and family looks out for each other, right?"

"Ya, I guess. But it's nothing."

"So there is something. Well you can tell me. I promise anything you say will not leave this room."

"It's just…memories. They've just been really on my mind a lot lately," he said, turning from the window the slightest bit.

"Good or bad?"

"A little of both actually. But just forget about it. I don't want to bother you with my problems."

"You won't bother me. I want to hear about the things that shaped you into the man you are today."

"I've just been thinking about this gal I met when just before I became Captain America. Her name was Peggy and she seemed like she actually liked me for who I was. She didn't care that I was the scrawny kid from Brooklyn. She only saw my bravery and care for my fellow soldier. Well after I became the Captain, that's when she really started to show her interest in me. Though we couldn't go out and do things, we still talked. She was also the last person I talked to before I went down. I was going to take her dancing. Even though I had never gone, she was going to teach me. That was the last I ever heard from her," he confesses. He started to choke on his words towards the end, and his head was once again facing the window as he let out a bit of a sniffle.

Tony walks around from behind the couch and sits close to Steve, his arm now wrapped around his shoulders. He had never seen this side of him before. So vulnerable and beaten down. He actually wish he could see this side of him more often. But if Tony opened up to Steve, maybe he would do the same in return.

"That's beautiful. You were lucky to have that with someone. I never have and it's something I regret. I guess 'Better to have loved and lost than never to have loved at all' is really true, doesn't it?"

"Ya, I guess it does. Plus I survived all that and I have all of you, so I guess I have more to be thankful for than I do to be worried about," Steve says as he relaxes and moves into Tony, laying his head on the man's shoulder.

"Exactly. You're an Avenger now and we'll always be here."

They sit in silence for a few minutes, just happy to be with one another. Watching the lights of the city move, as people went about their lives as the two of them watched.

"It's kinda cold," Steve said, breaking the silence and nuzzling closer to Tony. "Luckily you're warm."

Tony pulls him closer, almost on his lap, and puts his other arm around him.

"Better?"

He looks up into those dark brown eyes he's fallen for so many times before.

"Much."