Thank you everyone for checking out my story! I am really excited about getting this going! :DDD

So, this fanfiction is based off of a YouTube video that has made me cry just about every time I watch it. I have the link to the video on my profile for those of you who want to watch it, but I advise against it... Spoilers...

Anyways, I don't know how often these chapters will be put up here, so bear with me.

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Enjoy! :3


Steve stormed out of his rusty, red pick-up truck, almost forgetting to close the door due to the frustration clouding his senses. The pitch-black night sky caused his pupils to dilate as he sat on the hood of his truck. The moon was covered by an infinite strand of clouds and the only source of light came from the dim streetlamp a few feet away and the occasional passing of headlights. He ran both hands down the sides of his face, feeling the slight scruff that began to grow back, and settled them on the back of his head. The events from earlier that night played out in his mind.

As he let out a frustrated sigh, he felt the hope seep out of him. He recalled all the past attempts, all the times he'd tried to make Tony understand, but every time it had devolved to argument, which then inescapably regressed to sheer semantics. He struggled to recall every instance that led to a battlefield, but it all muddled together.

Steve looked up at the cloudy, night sky, thinking to himself. His thoughts were chasing each other while he tried to figure out what he should do. He knew that he couldn't continue going on like this.

Wake up, bicker, go to work, try to forget, go home, bicker, sleep, repeat.

He held back a sob that threatened it's way up his throat. He loved Tony. He would do anything and everything possible to fix their relationship that was falling through the cracks of their fingers. Steve knew that he couldn't go on with this relationship.

Feeling the familiar sensation of worthlessness creep back into his soul, he stared up at the black sky. He searched, but found no answers.


Tony rammed his left fist against the wall closest to him after he saw the taillights drive away from the house to an unknown location. He ignored the throbbing as he felt a few tears slowly slide down his face. He ignored them, knowing that crying would not help the situation he was currently in. Nothing would.

No, he had to stay positive. He knows it's all his fault, well not all his fault. He knew that he could not be fully at fault, how could he be? He's Tony Stark, the mechanical engineer, the billionaire. He knew he was the best, why else would he be here?

The tears dried and inspected the damage he had done to his left fist. After clenching his hand several times, he decided against seeking any medical attention. He crossed the spacious living room to the leather couch where he plopped down, throwing his arms over his eyes.

Every damn time they were together, it ended in screaming, loud accusations, and one of them walking out on the other. He knew he had to do something. But, what could he do? He racked his brain, searching for an answer that he knew he could not find. Sighing, he began to think that it was better if they never met. He was tired of hurting Steve. Why plan to hurt those you love, when Tony automatically does that without any intention?

Tony only wanted one thing, to start everything over. He knew Steve would be happier with someone other than himself, so why did Steve constantly come back? He wouldn't have to deal with Tony's bullshit and argue so much that they both couldn't remember all the joyous times they spent together. When was the last time he saw Steve smile?

Groaning, mentally kicked himself for the hundredth time in the past five minutes. Of course Steve would be better off without him.

...

...

He knew what he had to do.

His good friend, Bruce, knew a few people working on a procedure, where they successfully erase certain memories. If he could somehow convince them to allow him to undergo this operation, then the pain could stop.

He could leave it all.

Forget it all.

Forget.

Forg-


"Tony, you can't be serious about doing this to Steve-"

"Bruce, shut up. I have everything arranged. I have people moving his things at my place over to his apartment. I know what I'm doing. How much will it cost? $500,000?"

"Umm, only $480,000. But, Tony, listen to m-"

"Tell your friend I want the first available slot. I'll even pay more if it means getting in within the next twenty-four hours."

"You do realize that Steve will still remember you if you ever run into each other?"

"Look, Bruce, at this point in my life, I need to take care of myself. This entails having my memories erased of Steve so that he won't have to deal with my bullshit anymore. This way I won't bother him. It's the best thing to do... for the both of us..."

"There are unknown side-effects tha-"

"Goddamnit Bruce, I love him! I just want to be out of his life! I want him to be happy!"

"Fine..."


The same empty feeling in his heart awoke Tony. He sighed, getting used to waking up at the god-awful early hours of the morning for the past three weeks. The sun was just rising over the horizon as Tony got out of bed and headed straight for the ever-present bottle of expensive liquor on his dresser. Taking a few gulps, he felt the burning sensation slide down his throat and into his abdomen, warming him up instantly.

Continuing with his routine, he set down the bottle, threw on a pair of swim trunks, and grabbed a towel before heading out to the beach that was right in his backyard. He walked along the dock and stopped at the end, looking out into the vast sea. The sky was painted in pastels as the clouds began to break away. Tony stood there, staring out into the ocean, not knowing that he dropped his towel onto the deck in the process.

This is where he belonged. The only thing that made him feel whole. Well, besides getting drunk, but after a harsh verbal lashing from his doctor last week, he's been avoiding obscene amounts of alcohol.

He pushed aside all other thoughts and lived in the moment. After basking in the beauty of the ocean for a few more minutes, he dived into the cool seawater.