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Anyways, here we are. From now on, I will be writing normally with more images and stuff... Just these first two chapters was just to have Tony and Steve do things to get the plot moving.
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Steve was fine when Tony basically kicked him out, having all of his belongings delivered to their rightful place in his own apartment from Tony's loft. He was a bit pissed off at first, but soon realized that it would be best for the both of them to take a break from one another. After not speaking to Tony for a week, he began to grow worried. He called up Bruce, Tony's closest friend, and shared his concerns. "I'm sorry, Steve", was all the man could mutter before hanging up.
Sighing, Steve decided to take a walk in an attempt to clear his mind. He threw on a pair of sneakers and headed out of his apartment. Going down the spiral stairs down the hall from his front door, he noticed the familiar buzz of the city street nearby. Once he reached the ground bellow, he began to walk aimlessly.
He missed Tony.
The numbness in his chest grew throughout his entire being. Tony was he only one that took away the pain he continually buried deep inside of himself. He kept going back to Tony because he made him strong.
Steve sighed. He knew that holding onto someone was not good for his mental health. He just couldn't bring himself to let Tony walk out of his life so abruptly. Not again...
Once brought out of his train of thought, he found himself in front of the local bar that stood down the street from his apartment complex. Good. He needed a drink.
Or three.
Steve entered the run-down, wooden building and felt a wave of nostalgia sweep through his body. The scent surrounding him reminded him of the many nights he and Tony would fight while the other man was in a drunken stupor. As he made his way down to the empty seat at the end of the bar, his mind began to cloud. He couldn't even remember a time when they were happy together. He knew those times existed, but it was so long ago.
He ordered his usual drink, a gin and tonic, and began to drown out his surroundings, giving his undivided attention to the current football game on the screen slightly to the left of him. Steve was so deep in his thoughts that he didn't notice the influx of people coming into the bar. It was only when someone elbowed him, causing his drink to slip from his hand and shatter on the floor, did he become aware of his surroundings.
"Oh, hey. I'm really sorry about that!"
That voice...
Steve looked up and saw the man he fell in love with years ago. His heart leapt at the sight of his lover, but he began to feel the anger slowly bubble up.
"Here, let me get you another... Gin and tonic?"
Steve was barely able to nod when another alcoholic beverage was set in front of him. He began to register what was going on in that current moment. Did Tony even recognize him?
"I'm Tony Stark, by the way. You've probably heard of me. Billionaire, philanthropist, celebrity mechanical engineer..."
...
What is going on?
"Tony! You promised me a great evening alone with me!"
A curvy blonde bounded up to Tony and wrap her arms around his shoulders
Steve had to get out of here. He couldn't think straight.
"Umm, thanks for the drink, but I was just heading out."
He got up and left the bar without looking back at Tony.
"Bruce, what the hell happened to Tony?!"
Steve rushed home while speaking to the one person he believed would have a clue as to what just occurred back at the bar.
"I'm sorry, Steve. I couldn't stop him. He got his memories of you erased"
Steve's world spun.
"He said it would be better for the both of you, that he wouldn't be a constant bother to you."
God fucking damnit Tony!
"Steve, are you alright?"
He hung up, not knowing what else to do. Tony didn't remember Steve, because he chose to get his memories of him erased.
Steve felt the familiar heavy feeling that settled in his chest from time to time as his eyes began to water. He knew Tony was an idiot, but he didn't think he would go this far... Erasing memories. Is that even possible?!
Did Tony even care about him? If he did, he would know that there were better options that would help their relationship. Maybe Tony finally realized that he could do better than date Steve. He just left because he was tired of Steve's constant idea that he didn't deserve Tony.
He didn't deserve anyone...
"Steve, I'm sorry to hear about this, but you know I'm not good at this kind of stuff. I do know that he did truly love you. Anybody could have realized that. I understand that you're scared and confused, but at this point, I think you should follow your heart. Don't count on me to tell you what you should do all the time. Whatever choice you make, I will back you up one hundred percent of the way..."
"Natasha, I'm going to do it... I just, can't- Maybe... No, I can't continue like this"
White coats. Equipment beeping. Sterilized air.
"We're going to put you under now, Mr. Rogers."
Stillness.
Serenity.
One thing continued to rip him apart inside...
Tony paid for two procedures...
Like he knew...
Steve would follow...
On the road...
To forget...