A/n: Alright here is the first full story and first chapter of my Steve/Tony fanfiction. Well, I've never done a full story for them so let's see what will happen? I honestly have no idea, but here it goes you know...let's see if I should stick to FrosIron... Because honestly, I am a little self conscious about this story... I even had to ask a friend how to start it ^-^;;; which was annoying because she was the one who loved this pairing and I spent an hour listening to ideas that she thought of...only when she realized that it had a summary and a tittle and wasn't a oneshot...so...yeah...anyways here ya go:

The Darkened Night Sky 01

Feelings to Hide

It just started with everything going downhill for him when he was young. Not loved, his parents dying, being treated like a doll by his father. He hid it all away behind a fake personality. No one noticed, no one seemed to care. Only one person seemed to crack the shell with one question, but even then, it was hidden away…but the darkened night sky was evident enough to tell them all something was wrong. What could bring light back to the darkened night sky? Steve/Tony

There was one thing that he swore would always bother him until he convinced himself that there was nothing wrong with what he was under his armor. He acted though; he knew that he acted with what he had. He didn't feel good at all about himself, what was under the armor. What was under the armor? That was a doll that he was made into by his father, treated like it when he was little. He had been broken many times over again and he didn't know about it anymore, which he was, and what he happened to be for real...

My light was long ago burned out...

My eyes remained to show that light and I faked what I wanted to believe was real.

Slowly, the darkness began to come back to my eyes, and I began to feel it again.

Just because one person broke into my shell and made me question who I really was...

"Morning Anthony." Roger said as the other male stepped into the room, looking up from where he was reading the paper and drinking his normal cup of coffee. Tony just grumbled something, looking like he hadn't slept in a week or two which might be true since he locked himself in his lab for a long time. "Did you work non-stop again?" He sighed and shook his head. "You really need to stop doing that, you're burning yourself out."

"I'm fine, and I need to keep working so…whatever." Tony muttered as he grabbed some coffee and drank it down quickly. Rogers sighed and shook his head a little bit. This really did need to stop. They had called the ambulance three times in the past month because of Tony over working himself and his arc reactor giving out more than once. Honestly it was worrying the whole team but no one knew what they could possibly do.

"Anthony really…what in the world is wrong with you? You keep working yourself until you are about to die lately…and you refuse to be near most of the team anymore. We all know that something is wrong, you can tell us you know." Raven murmured softly and sighed as well. He stood up and walked over, putting a hand on Tony's shoulder. The other closed his eyes and sighed softly.

"I just need some time away alright?" Tony replied and shook his head a little bit. "After all, I am normally working like this and I have a lot to do to keep my company up and-…" If Rogers didn't know any better he would say that the other had just got tired of talking…but in reality the other seemed to have fainted, falling back against Rogers. Rogers sighed softly and shook his head at this. This was why the other needed a break; this was why they needed to get more breaks.

Carefully, he picked the other man up in his arms. He sighed softly, shaking his head a little bit. He carried Tony back up to his room, laying him in his bed. At least he was resting finally... Rogers sighed and put the covers over the other male, watching him sleep for a bit, well actually making sure he was sleeping. It was odd, something wasn't right with how Tony was sleeping for some reason. He didn't know, but something was bugging him. Maybe it was the fact that he kept cringing and moving to keep his face covered. He didn't know what was causing that. He sighed finally and turned, about to leave the room...before...

"...lights...gone...from...my life..."

Rogers's eyes darkened and he walked over to the other again. He didn't understand that, more so when the other seemed perfectly fine? He didn't know. He sat down next to him and brushed the hair from his eyes, sighing softly. "Anthony..." He always knew Anthony was hiding something behind how he acted, but honestly, he never understood it. He knew that there was something hidden away from them. Something that Tony didn't want anyone to know about, hidden in darkness forever…unless someone could break that. Who could break it though? He had no idea. He sighed softly and watched Tony sleep. He had to think of something, anything that might…help him. That was hard, because lately…Tony was just pushing everyone away… He didn't even bother to talk to them or appear out of his lab unless he was asked to do something only he could or fix something anymore. What was happening to him? It was a mystery…and no one had an answer to it either.

Slowly, the inventor woke, and Rogers moved back, sighing. "Awake again then Anthony?" He asked and the other blinked, looking at him before sighing and nodding. He was still exhausted, that much was still clear to Rogers. Rogers patted his shoulder and sighed. "You need to get more rest. Do that before we happen to get a mission or something. You need it more than you want to understand." He smiled weakly at the other who shrugged. "Alright then…tell me what is wrong with you?" He asked him and Tony looked at him, opening his mouth, but then closing it again.

"…why do I need to tell you what is wrong with me?" Tony asked softly and got out of the bed. "Because there is-" Rogers knew what he was about to say, placing a gentle finger over his lips to make him be silent. He opened his mouth to say something himself then stopped. There were no light in his eyes, only a pit of darkness that no light could even shine into. He frowned and sighed.

"Anthony…" Rogers murmured and then moved his hand that was already on his face to his cheek. He caressed it lightly then sighed softly at him. "Why are you being so dark and mysterious? You're not acting like you used to…" He shook his head. "Why is there no light in your eyes anymore? There is no…good light, it's only a pit of darkness…" He closed his eyes slowly before he leaned in ever so softly and touched his head to the smaller man's. The smaller one went stiff and he stared into Rogers's eyes, but still, Rogers saw no light. Instead, the eyes seemed almost…broken…lifeless maybe? It wasn't normal…

"…my light was taken a long time ago…" Tony replied softly and Rogers blinked, frowning. The smaller man pushed away and looked away as well. "Of course there is nothing but darkness left…now if you don't mind, I'm going to go take a shower." He strides off, not glancing back once. Rogers watched him and then closed his eyes, was there any way to help Tony?

Tony leaned his body against the wall as the shower water ran steadily down his back. His eyes closed and he took a deep breath, then biting his lip. Why was his body burning from the touch of the other man? He hated it…he hated it so much. This wasn't how he was supposed to feel! He was still just a broken little doll that he was made into. To feel love? That was what he feared of himself, he couldn't love. He couldn't because he might hurt himself more in the end. Darkness was his safe zone, he felt better in the dark than the light… There was no pain in his world if he wished it…nothing but what he wanted to accept.

Yet, still, he felt his heart pound around that man. He did all he could to lock his emotions away from the other male. Then…

They're eyes had to meet, and they had to be close like that. He felt his heart about to leave his chest, the finger on his lips moving with his hand to touch his cheek. It felt…good… But he couldn't be thinking that! If he did he would fall into the trap that he was so trying to avoid… Loving someone that was probably only going to break his heart away again…it would happen. It always did.

Take Away That Armor And What Are You?

Broken, a doll.

Rogers was silent for a long moment, staying where he was. Slowly he moved out of the room and took a deep breath. This wasn't a good thing; it was never a good thing when something was going wrong. He felt like Tony was trying to avoid him mostly, and he didn't understand why. He just wanted to be there for him…but then when he looked into the smaller man's eyes. Oh, what had he been thinking then? He almost…almost leaned in and kissed him. For some reason…he felt like it would have been returned as well…that look…he loved it…but that was wrong right? It was wrong for him to even think about that! After all… He closed his eyes. He would forever love Peggy and…Tony was a he for Pete-sakes! He couldn't even think about that thing at all. Agh, this sucked. What was he even thinking about? He sighed softly.

"Anthony…just what can I do to help you?" Rogers whispered and then silently added. And to help myself…