Steve woke up with the sun every morning; tony on the other hand was snoring into his neck. He had been in the workshop most of last night and had crawled into bed just a few hours ago.

Steve was pretty sure he was just working on Bruce's nano pants because he didn't come in covered in oil and sweat like normal.

Actually Tony's hands are really rough from working all the time. Steve ran his fingers over Tony's calloused hands.

...wait. Steve squinted in the low light at Tony's wrist. There were little white lines across it. Steve frowned and pulled his arm closer. They looked like knife cuts. No, wait, more precise than that. A razor blade?

Steve frowned and tried to pull his arm closer. Tony groaned and pulled his arm away. Steve frowned, "Tony." Then he shook him and Tony finally sat up. "What," he groaned.

"This better be important." Steve ran his fingertips over Tonys scars. "How did you get these." Tony frowned and turned over so his back was to Steve. "It doesn't matter, okay? Just forget about it."

"I can't Tony." Steve paused, "Tony did you do that to yourself?" Even though he ask he didn't want to know.

Part of him knew that there was no way he did. He's Tony Stark he's to in love with himself to ever do that. But then the rational part of his mind knew the truth even if he wouldn't admit it to himself yet.

"Yes. I did." Tony sat up slowly, turning to sit on the edge of the bed like he was going to run away from this situation. Steve slid over and sat with his chest against Tony's back.

"Do you wanna tell me why?" Steve ran his hands against Tony's bare chest and Tony sighed against him. "Not particularly, no, but... I don't anymore okay? Just to be clear. I only did it when I was a teenager. After MIT I moved onto alcohol."

Tony took a deep breath, "It was easier than dealing with things. I was a depressed teenager. I was a nerdy rich guy with no friends. No family either really."

Steve frowned. He'd heard that part before during one of there early fights when he was trying to figure out why tony hated him.

'My dad loved you more than he ever liked me.' Those were his exact words and thinking about it now hurts just as much as when he said it.

Tony snorted, "I guess Tasha was right." Steve frowned and couldn't help but notice how dim his arc reactor was. "What do you mean?"

"About my self destructive tendencies," Tony said simply. "I started with cutting then moved onto alcohol."

"And now?" Steve asked. Tiny turned to him looking very confused. "Which self destructive tendency have you moved onto. I got you to quit drinking."

Tony nodded slowly and pursed his lips. "Well I've heard love can be pretty self destructing." Steve snorted, "Tony Stark did you just admit you loved me?"

Finally Tony smiled. "I have no idea what your talking about." Steve kissed him, "I love you too."