Tony stares over the city, his city, or at least it used to be. Behind him the figure shifts in their seat, moving so they can lean an elbow on the table. There's a blissful silence between them, after the ugly altercation the last time they were together the silence is nice. Tony looks down at the amber liquid in the glass, watching with half lidded eyes as condensation drips onto his fingers. The ice cubes are melting and soon the liquid would be tainted with the watered down flavor he hated so much. Turning he looks at the figure sitting on the dark patio. Blue eyes filled with the city lights, pale lips twist up hopefully. This time he came without Bucky…this time he came alone and at night, hiding and sneaking his way into the building to wake Tony with a gentle hand. Only he never got to wake Tony because Tony never sleeps. Instead Tony found him in the bedroom they once shared, his tank top splattered with oil and his work gloves still on. "Friday told me I had a visitor."
The night air felt good on his singed arm, the prototype for the new armor was…well it wasn't going very well. Something is disrupting his mind, making him one step behind where he should be. He goes over to the table and sits down across from Steve, "Why did you come back?"
Steve shifts again, glancing over the dark area of the outside patio that used to be so well lit. "I needed to see you..."
"So you thought you would just walk into New York and visit like we're old pals?"
Steve's face falls a little, "I thought we were old pals…even if you hate me, that doesn't change the way I feel about you."
Tony turns the glass in his hand, hating the way Steve sounds, like he's trying so hard to get him to feel the same, or see how he feels. "You hurt me and you expect me to believe you?"
Steve gets up and walks around the table, kneeling in front of Tony, "I expect you to listen, just listen to me Tony!"
"Why? Did you ever really listen to me?" his voice is barely a whisper.
Steve sucks in a breath, "Wonderful, you still hate me. What can I do? What more do you want from me?" he stands, holding his arms out a little in his anger.
Tony turns quickly throwing the glass. It shatters against the wall, barely missing Steve's head, "FIGURE IT OUT!"
The other man doesn't flinch, he just stares at Tony with pain in his eyes. Tony takes a moment to recompose himself. "You have…everyone says you're so old fashioned and honorable, but you can't even recognize when you've done something wrong."
"Tony…I didn't do anything wrong! I helped my friend and I'm paying for it…"
"That's not what I mean!" Tony snaps, cutting him off, "I'm not telling you what you fucked up…figure that out on your own." Tony shoves past him, heading into the building.
Steve slumps down in the chair, rubbing his eyes, "What could it be?"
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A little add on to my most popular one shot! Thank you guys for all the love and support for this one. I will be continuing it but '''''''PLEASE READ!''''''''''I want you guys to tell me what you think Steve did or didn't do that pissed Tony off. I wanna get a few of your opinions on it before I write my next chapter to see if you guys can guess. So it may take a while for the next chapter.