1 week later.
Steve stood under the warm water of the shower, his head pressed against the wall and his eyes closed. He hadn't slept the whole time he was here, instead had worked himself until the sun rose. As far as he knew none of the staff knew he didn't sleep. He was worried that if they knew they'd give him sleeping medication or something. Maybe Fury told them that he didn't sleep and they knew already and just didn't want to bother him. All of those seemed possible to him. He heard the small bell chime for breakfast and finally turned the water off. Breakfast was served everyday at 8 AM, so he'd been in the shower for almost 2 hours, yup time to get out. He grabbed one of the small white towels from the hook and got out. He couldn't decide if the towel was that small or if he was just that big because it barely wrapped completely around his body. Drying off quickly he grabbed a pair of jeans and a t-shirt and got dressed.
The food here was actually really good and he enjoyed talking to the veterans. He felt more at home here than he ever had at SHIELD. He smiled at a few of the veterans who were heading to the elevator to go to eat breakfast as well.
"Good Morning Bob, how are you today?" He smiled pleasantly at the withered old man.
"Just fine, about you Captain?"
"I'm great, see you downstairs." He started to jog down the stairs.
"Race you there," The old man called down after him, he chuckled and shook his head. They were old yes, but they still acted like young men and Steve enjoyed that quality about them. He waved at several of the others and grinned at Andrew who was over there talking to his colleagues as usual.
"Good Morning Steve," Joyce, one of the ladies that served food, smiled at Steve as he got himself some food.
"Good Morning Joyce, oh man...biscuits and gravy? You are speaking my language." He chuckled along with her and filled his plate up with biscuits, gravy and hash browns. "Can I have a mug for coffee please?" He smiled warmly at Jonathan, the young man who worked in the kitchen with Joyce and Lauren. He nodded and went to the cabinet and grabbed out a small mug.
"Here you go, let me know if the gravy is any good." He grinned like a small child and Steve nodded.
"Thank you and I'm sure it's delicious." He headed over to the small table were Bob, Tim, Jacob, Buck, Charlie and James were sitting.
They were the few veterans left alive from WWII. James, Jacob and Tim had all been 16 when they'd gone into the military, Buck had been 15 and had lied about his age, Charlie had been 18, and Bob was 19 going on 20. They were all in good physical health for their age, being in the military had done them some good. Bob had been the man who gave him his sketch book, that man had a special place in his heart from that moment on. Breakfast continued on like always, laughs, smiles and cracks about being old. Steve really enjoyed it here and he'd have to remember to give Fury a huge thank you card, maybe even a hug. He'd have to think on that one.
Tony had slept for a few hours at most that week. He had kept himself busy every night either working on something or watching all the videos he could find of Captain America. He felt weird, like an obsessed fan girl which in a way he was but that was beside the point. The tower was coming along great; they were half way done and were expected to be done by the end of next week. Tony was actually very eager for the tower to be finished.
He was currently down in his lab stuffing his face with McDonald's breakfast burritos and working on a new project. Bruce was off in his own little corner doing his own science work. They'd been coexisting very well the past week.
"How are those burritos treating you?" he asked from across the room.
"Very well, are you sure you don't want anything to eat? I can send Pepper or Happy to get you something."
"I'm fine but thanks for the offer." It was silent again. This was normal; they'd chat a little bit and then go back to their own little worlds.
"Hey Bruce, I've got an idea."
"What is it Tony?"
"I think we should make them themed," It was silent for a moment.
"What do you mean?"
"Well, like…we make them themed based on the resident. Capsicle can have his old posters hanging up, Thor can…bring his special belongings from Ass-guard, and yours can be green."
"Okay, I get it." Bruce chuckled.
"It's a stupid idea, never mind." Tony sighed and went back to tinkering. After checking to see if Bruce was paying attention he opened a video of Steve fighting with his appointed team back in the 40's. He couldn't really handle this much longer. He needed a serious thing to work on in order to take his mind off of the hero.
Steve laughed at a joke one of the veterans had made as they were walking around the track. He looked over at the clock and smiled.
"I'll see you guys later, I've got to go talk to some other geezers."
"Alright thanks for the nice walk,"
"Yup anytime," He smiled and jogged over to the stairs and up the stairs. He had to at least freshen up before he went and saw Bob. After he was cleaned up he headed down three doors and knocked. "Bobby!" He chimed as he pushed the door open to find the room cleaned out. He raised an eyebrow, he was sure this was Bob's room, hell he'd been visiting it everyday at 11:00 since the first day. He slowly walked out of the room then slightly jumped when he heard a little ding and Andrew's voice came over some speaker system.
"Would everyone please come to the meeting room? Thank you." He swallowed hard and headed down the hall towards the meeting area. Olivia and Derek were standing in the center of the room smiling softly at those who filtered in.
"What's going on?" Steve whispered to them, they gave him a sympathetic look. After waiting a good 15 minutes for everyone to get there Olivia cleared her throat.
"Gentlemen, I'm afraid we have some rather upsetting news. Bob has passed on." She informed. Steve nearly collapsed; he would have if Derek hadn't been holding his arm gently. "We've called his family and they are on their way to get him. We will be having a candle light service for him tonight after dinner. We're willing to talk to anyone who needs to talk. If you don't feel like you need to talk at the moment you may head on out." Steve hesitated to leave; he didn't know what to do.
"Are you okay Steve?" Derek gently rested his hand on his shoulder. Steve shook his head, he didn't know what he was but he knew he wasn't okay. "Okay, you can sit and stay if you want. You don't have to talk if you don't want to either." Steve took the chair next to Derek and sat silently. He listened to all those who spoke sob silently and mourn their fallen soldier. Tim, Jacob, Buck, Charlie and James were all apart of the group that had stayed. After they finished and were leaving Buck came up behind Steve and pat his back.
"Anyone else care for a drink?" He asked.
"They serve that here?"
"They house old war veterans and you doubt they have alcohol. Oh son, you've got a lot to learn." The others chuckled while Steve forced a grin. They headed down to the cafeteria and gave a toast to Bob.
Steve raised his glass and sighed, "To the man who gave me back one of the most important things to me. To Bob," They all drank a few drinks and just waited for lunch to be served. Steve barely tasted the delicious food as it went into his mouth. He had only known Bob for a week but somehow it felt like he'd known him for a lifetime.
Steve locked himself up in his room from after lunch till the dinner bell, drawing a small sketch. He stuffed it in his pocket as he headed down to dinner. It was Bob's favorite dish, pepperoni pizza. Steve had to smile as he saw that. Dinner was quiet, but heading up to the meeting room was even quieter. They had cleared it out and set all the chairs in rows in front of a podium. There was a picture of Bob and a vase of flowers below it standing tall in the front with the podium. All of the Staff stood along the back of the room while all of the veterans took their seats. Steve took his seat up front next to his friends.
"Welcome everyone. It's a sad day today. We've lost a close friend. Tonight we honor our fallen comrade. Before we get to our speakers, Andrew is going to do us the favor and play for Bob." Steve had to hold his jaw as he watched the young man climb unto a stool, a nice guitar in his hands. Who would've thought the kid could play, or sing for that matter.
He said Son,
Have you seen the world?
What would you say,
If I said that you could?
Just carry this gun
You'll even get paid
I said that sounds, pretty good.
Andrew's voice was shaky, and Steve didn't blame him. He was already getting shook up.
Black leather boots
Spit shined so bright
They cut off my hair,
But it looks
Alright.
There were some chuckles after that line and Steve joined in. Andy was putting emotion into his singing and it felt more like a story than a song.
We marched and we sang
We all became friends
As we learned, how to fight.
The guitar playing picked up and Andrew took a deep shaky breath, hoping his voice didn't crack.
A hero of war,
Yeah that's I'll be
And when I come home
They'll be damn proud of me
I'll carry this flag
To the grave if I must
Cause it's a flag that I love
And a flag that I trust,
He broke on the last line and cursed quietly. He sniffled and continued on. Steve was biting the insides of his cheeks to keep his lip from quivering. That chorus was enough to break him.
I kicked in the door
I yelled my commands
The children they cried,
But I got my man.
We took him away,
A bag over his face
From his family and his friends.
This was sure to be something one of the soldiers went through; maybe Bob even went through it. Steve somewhat knew that feeling, all he knew was going in and killing the bad guys and freeing the people. Something told him, he wasn't going to like the end of this story.
They took of his clothes,
They pissed in his hands
I told them to stop,
But then I joined in
We beat him with guns
And batons not just once
But again and again
Steve cringed and glared at the ground. He knew soldiers could be cruel to the enemy but he had no idea. He let out a little sniffle but held strong, he wasn't going to break until the end of the song. He needed to know how this ended before he gave up.
A hero of war,
Yeah that's I'll be
And when I come home
They'll be damn proud of me
I'll carry this flag
To the grave if I must
Cause it's a flag that I love
And a flag that I trust
it was quiet, like the others knew what was coming. Steve was on the edge, anxious to hear this.
She walked,
Through bullets and haze
I asked her to stop
I begged her to stay
But she pressed on,
So I lifted my gun
And I fired away
Andrew's playing was more aggressive now and you could hear it in his voice, he hated this part. Steve was sure his mouth was open and he looked ridiculous but he didn't care. This was painful to hear.
And the shells
Jumped through the smoke
And into the sand
That the blood now had soaked
She collapsed
With a flag in her hand
A flag white as snow.
That cold dread set in on Steve and he buried his face in his hands. Why were they doing this? Because this was the song of the soldier, this was the reality of it all. It wasn't easy to be a soldier, sometimes innocent lives were lost and sometimes it was your fault because you were just doing your duty. It was the cruel reality of being a soldier.
A hero of war
Is that what they see?
Just metal and scars
So damn proud of me
And I brought home that flag
Now it gather dust
But it's a flag that I love
It's the only flag I trust.
It slowed down, and became quieter. The emotion hung on the edge of every note that Andrew played and every word he sang.
He said son
Have you seen the world?
What would you say,
If I said that you could?
There was a silent nod as Andrew sniffled and climbed down and headed back towards the other staff members. Steve wiped his eyes and cleared his throat. Olivia nodded to him and he slowly walked up to the front.
"Well…I don't know about the rest of you but that song really got me." He saw some nod and he took a deep breath and continued. "I wasn't in the war as much as the rest of you were. For a long time I was just a poster boy and show girl." He chuckled and shook his head. "I wasn't really considered a soldier until I saved nearly 400 men from Hydra. Bob was one of those 400. Now, I didn't personally know him at that time but somehow I feel like…I did know him. Even after I saved all those men, I was doing select things in the war. None of which included what that song described but I'm sure that wasn't the case for several of you or Bob. The things soldiers live with now, after the war, are some dark things. Bob spoke to me everyday for an hour and we'd always go down to lunch together. He had seen some horrible things but he'd managed to make light of it. He thanked me everyday for saving him and I thanked him in return for giving me something so dear to me. I wasn't an actual artist but I knack for sketching. I drew this for Bob because he'd told me how much he'd loved my drawing." Steve wiped the tears running down his cheeks and walked over to the picture. He put his drawing next to the flowers and went back to the podium. "Bob, for a 92 year old man, still acted like a 22 year old." That got a few laughs. "It's a nice thing that he passed peacefully, and I'm happy I could give him the last few good days of his long life." He sniffled and smiled to the veterans. He slowly sat back down and listened to the others speak. None of the words registered though. He was too lost in thought. He wasn't sure why he was taking this so personally but he was.
Tony sighed and reclined back against a desk while he blared his ACDC. Thankfully Bruce didn't mind it and he wasn't there either. He threw the stress ball up in the air and caught it over and over again. He sat up and slid over to another computer. He couldn't stop himself, he caved.
"Jarvis, call Steve for me please. " During his time awake, they'd bought Steve a simple cell phone. It rang a few times and Tony considered hanging up but Steve answered.
"Hello?"
"Hey Cap, how are you?"
"Tony?" He heard the surprise in the other mans voice.
"The one and only, you didn't answer my question though. How are you?" He started spinning around on the chair. He heard Steve sniffle and take a shuddering breath, he'd been crying.
"I'm alright,"
"You're crying. What's wrong?" Tony sat up straighter and wore a look of concern.
"Nothing, don't worry about it. I'm fine, how are you?"
"You're not fine if you're crying. Are you living on your own?"
"No, I'm at this place in Brooklyn, it's for war vets. Fury sent me here, and one of the veterans that I've gotten close to passed away today. They had a service about an hour ago and this boy who works here sang a really emotional song and I just, yeah…" He trailed off. Why was he spilling to Tony of all people?
Tony was quiet, he wasn't sure what to say. "Oh, I'm sorry. I'm not good with comforting people." He sighed and fidgeted with the stress ball.
"It's fine. What did you want?"
"Huh? What do you mean?"
"You must've had a reason for calling me, what's going on with you?"
"Oh nothing, I'm bored and refusing to sleep."
"Join the party," Steve muttered and rubbed his temples. Tony chuckled.
"I'm rebuilding the top half of Stark Tower. I can't wait for you guys to see it." He grinned, he was so proud of himself.
"Sounds great, let me guess, extremely technologically advance?"
"How did you know?" Tony made a dramatic gasp and then laughed with Steve. "Hey look, I cheered you up!" He laughed even more. Steven smiled down at the phone and cursed himself mentally.
"Well, I'll see you in a few weeks. Have fun building Mr. Stark."
"Night Cap'n." Steve hung up leaving Tony there in silence. "Did you get the signal from his phone Jarvis?"
"Yes sir, I'm tracking it now."
"You know me so well it scares me," He muttered and watched the computer screen.
"He's here sir." Tony scribbled down the address. He'd go visit the Captain in the morning,
"You are a dumbass Tony Stark, don't want to complicate things but yet you're going to visit him. Right, that makes so much sense. Then again you do have a knack for doing shit that's not good for you. Oh well," he muttered to himself as he slid back across the room. "Hm, something to work on…" He looked all around trying to find something to keep himself occupied. Maybe he could hack into SHIELD again…no he'd get in trouble and he didn't need them breathing down his neck. He could actually work but he didn't want to be productive. Then again, working would get Pepper off his ass about it…working it was then.
Steve leaned against the cold window and starred out into the night as tears slowly rolled down his cheeks. He wasn't sure why he was so upset, he just was. He felt like he'd lost Bucky all over again. That was his last little piece from his life before and now it was gone. All he had left was the sketch book, which he had in a death grip and pressed against his chest. He leaned over to the night stand and grabbed the pencil and opened to a new page. He slowly began to sketch and just let everything he was feeling go into the picture.
Andrew sighed and knocked lightly on Steve's door, he hadn't come down to breakfast and he'd been pretty choked up the night before.
"Steve? Are you alright?" He peaked in and saw Steve sitting there absorbed in what ever he was drawing. The super solider slowly looked up.
"Yeah, I've been better."
"You weren't at breakfast and well, you were so shook up last night I just wanted to check on you." Andrew muttered bashfully and looked down at his feet. Steve gave a half smile, the kid cared so much about him he found it adorable.
"Don't worry I'm okay." They both looked up startled when they heard Cathy over the intercom
"Steve, please come to the lobby, you have a visitor." Steve raised an eyebrow and climbed out of bed and followed Andrew down stairs to the lobby. He stopped in his tracks when he saw Tony leaning on the desk chatting kindly with Cathy.
"Tony? What the hell?" He asked as he walked over.
"Howdy ho Cap'n. I decided to pay you a visit,"
"How did you,"
"I'm Tony Stark, if I wanna find someone I can."
"Why did you find me though?" Tony was mentally screaming at himself.
"Well, you were crying on the phone I had to come and make sure my Captain was okay." Tony leaned to the side and peaked around Steve to look at Andrew.
"Who's the kid?"
"That's Andrew he works here. He's the one that sang the song." Andrew waved shyly at Tony who nodded at him. Tony then took a step back and actually looked at Steve. He chuckled.
"Oh gosh, who got you those?" He gestured to the Captain America pajama pants.
"Fury did," Steve sighed and they both shared a laugh. "For a bit of a prick he's got a sense of humor. I'll give him that," Tony nodded.
"Well, can I see what you've been up to or do you want me to leave? Cause I can go," Tony sighed and turned to walk away.
"No you can stay if you want. Not for the not of course but at least for the day." Steve sighed. Tony nodded.
"Of course, so…lead the way Rogers." It was a tense and awkward silence between them while Steve led Tony up towards where he was staying. "So what is this place?"
"If you could track me down I would have thought you'd done your research Mr. Stark," Steve smirked and glanced over his shoulder at Tony. He shrugged.
"I figured you could just tell me, plus I had some things to do for Pepper so she'd get off my ass."
"Speak of which does she know you're here?" Steve quirked an eyebrow and led Tony into his small room.
"She just knows Avengers business. Which she shouldn't even know that but still." He shrugged and sat down on the bed. "Oh my god this is comfy," He laid down and made a noise of happiness. "Oh sweet baby Jesus and the lord above it feels like it's made of clouds." Steve shook his head and laughed quietly as Tony curled up on the bed and pretended to be a sleep.
"Hey genius, billionaire, philanthropist, playboy get off my bed."
"Umm…No? Oh what's this?" Tony picked up Steve's sketch book and went to open for it to be yanked out of his hands and hidden behind Captain America's back.
"Um…that's personal." Tony stood and reached around Steve and took the book back.
"Does the star-spangled man with a plan have a diary?" Tony teased.
"No! Tony, give it back!" Steve reached for it but Tony hunched over it and tried to look at it. He was in awe at the drawings.
"Are these your drawings?" Steve almost looked shy with the way he was starring at his feet and messing with his hair.
"Yeah, they are. Can I have it back please?" Steve crossed his arms and it almost looked like he was pouting.
"Yeah, here you go sleeping beauty." Tony grinned mischievously.
"Would you quit it with the nicknames?"
"Oo, someone's moody." Tony laughed.
"The last living connection to my old life just died, excuse me for being a little emotional." Steve snapped and slammed his book down and turned away from Tony.
Tony gaped and then cleared his throat. He screwed that up royally but he wasn't here to make the Captain fall in love with him.
"Hey, look…I'm real sorry about your friend. Also, I was just being me, so an ignorant asshole. I didn't mean to upset you." He was surprised at how soft his voice was and how genuine he sounded. What was this man doing to him? Steve sighed and turned back around.
"It's fine. So, you want to see the rest of the place?"
"Sure," Tony stood and smiled like an excited little boy. Steve chuckled and headed back out into the hall. They walked down the stairs and Steve led Tony to the gym.
"This is where I've been spending my nights."
"Oo, boxing ring."
"Yeah, I can use everything in here except the pool."
"Why can't you use the pool?" Steve hesitated to answer, he was so embarrassed. Tony noticed the silence and turned to face him.
"I can't really handle being submerged in water anymore." He sighed and rubbed at the back of his neck. Tony nodded in understanding.
"I get it. Don't worry Cap, I refuse to do any more campaigns on military bases. Last time I did that I was captured by terrorist and held captive for three months. I barely got out of there alive." Steve just starred at him.
"Wow,"
"Yup…you wanna box?"
"You'll get pummeled playboy." He teased. Tony took his jacket off and put it in a cubby.
"Bring it on old man," Steve shook his head and grabbed the tape. They wrapped their hands and climbed into the ring. Tony was just a little too cocky and jumpy for this. Steve shook his head and threw a good punch at Tony's side. The billionaire grunted and stumbled back a good foot. "Wow, good swing." They danced around for a bit, more like Tony dance and jumped and Steve just circled with him. Tony got three swings at most while Steve used him like a punching bag. Tony was leaning against the back of the ring panting. "Okay, I take it back. You win, you were right. Spare me," He coughed. Steve smiled proudly and climbed out of the ring.
"Need help out?" He snickered. Tony flipped him off and climbed out himself. Steve perked up at the small ball.
"What's that?" Tony asked looking up in all direction searching for the source of the sound.
"Lunch time Mr. Stark," Steve led the way out of the gym towards the cafeteria, waving and chatting with some of the veterans on the way there.
"Since when we're you a social butterfly?" Tony chuckled and eyed Steve curiously.
"Since all of these men here are veterans and deserve respect. I've always been polite and even more so to these men because they saw some worse things than I did." He sighed and grabbed a tray and handed one to Tony. "Good afternoon Joyce,"
"Afternoon Captain, we missed you at breakfast."
"Yeah, I slept late and wasn't that hungry," He shrugged. She nodded, "What's for lunch today?"
"Macaroni and cheese with corn or peas and peaches." She smiled. Steve grinned. "Who's your friend there?" She nodded to Tony.
"She doesn't know who I am?" Tony gasped, being melodramatic.
"Joyce this is Tony Stark, AKA Iron Man." He smiled and she nodded approvingly.
"Nice to meet you Mr. Stark."
"You're a military woman aren't you?" Tony asked. Steve wanted to slap his forehead, Tony was just all kinds of problems. Did he not know what the word respect meant?
"Yes I am, what makes you say that?"
"You have this way about you, did you see combat or were you a cook?"
"I was a cook but I went with the soldiers so I saw my fair share." She sighed.
"Come on Tony, other people want food." Steve smiled at Joyce and pulled Tony out and towards his table. "Hello gentlemen," Steve sighed and sat down with his friends. "This is Tony Stark, he's going to be tagging along with me today." He sighed. They exchanged greetings and then they were silent. Steve poked at his food for a moment, contemplating his idea. He didn't want to make Tony uncomfortable but he felt like the men needed. "Should we pray for him?" The men nodded and folded their hands and hung their heads. Steve lowered his head and took a deep breath. "Dear heavenly father, we pray for our fallen brother. Please watch over him and protect him in the afterlife. He was a good man, a great friend and an amazing soldier." He took a shaky breath, he had no idea how to go on. Jacob finished the prayer and they all quietly said Amen together.
Tony sat back awkwardly. He wasn't sure what to do except just sit there quietly and wait. Steve looked up at him with could almost have been a glare, he was waiting for Tony's snide comment. He didn't have one this time though, sure he could be an asshole but he knew when it was the wrong moment.
Lunch was silent after that, except for Tony's little attempts at conversation. If he wasn't in the lab, he didn't like silence. He followed Steve to the tub where they put their dishes and smiled.
"The food was actually really good."
"Yeah, Thanks Tony, for not saying anything smart back there." Steve sighed.
"Yeah of course, I know when to bite my tongue."
"That's surprising," Steve laughed and headed out to the lobby. "So was there any other reason you came here? Besides to check on me, which I don't believe for one second."
Tony huffed, just how much of an asshole did Steve think he was?
"Well, the new tower is almost finished and I was wondering if you wanted to come back with me. We can keep each other company in the sleepless hours of the night."
"Thanks for the offer but I like it here, I'm perfectly fine with being with these people and what does Stark Tower have to do with my living arrangements?" Steve raised an eyebrow.
"It's a surprise but, are you sure?"
"Yes I'm sure, plus you have all your robots to keep you company. You don't need an insomniac who can't stand cold water in your house. I'm doing just fine with my friends here."
"Don't wanna leave your little fan boy?" Tony sighed. It had been meant to be teasing but there was too much venom in his voice. He mentally slapped himself. Steve raised his eyebrow.
"Andrew is just a kid who works here, calm down."
"Sorry, it wasn't supposed to come out that way." Steve nodded slowly and eyed Tony.
"You should probably get back to your life as the billionaire, playboy, blah, blah, blah." Steve laughed.
"Okay, okay. I'll go but promise to keep in touch? We gave you that cell phone for a reason." Tony walked out of the building backwards.
"Goodbye Tony!" Steve chuckled and shook his head. He turned and headed back to his room. Why did he turn down the option to stay with Tony? "Because it would just make things more complicated, and you need to keep away other wise you'll never stop thinking like that." He shook his head and fell onto his bed. He was not going to allow himself to have feelings for Tony stark. Of all the people he could have some semblance of feelings for it just had to be Tony! He sighed in frustration and pulled at his hair. "Great choice Captain, just…perfect." He rolled his eyes and crawled back out of bed. He needed to beat the crap out of something to relieve stress. There was a punching bag just down stairs he could use, better that than the wall. He changed out of his pajama pants and pulled on the sweat pants before heading down to the gym.
Tony trudged down the stairs to his lab.
"Tony,"
"Not now Pepper. I need time, alone, in the lab, by myself, no distractions, do you have anything I can work on?" She shook her head and then watched him continue down the stairs.
"Is everything okay?"
"Please don't disturb me while I'm working." He sighed and was gone. He wasn't being immature or moody was he? No, he was just being normal Tony. He liked being alone in his lab, this wasn't anything to get her worried. "Jarvis, my play list please, as loud as you can without making me deaf."
"Yes sir," His thoughts were soon drowned out by the loud sounds of working on a motorcycle and his music. He kept reminding himself, only two weeks. It really wasn't that long but it seemed like an eternity.
It was another sleepless night for both heroes.
Chapter 2. It's a tad more on the emotional side, and there's more interaction between them. The song Andrew sings is Hero Of War by Rise Against. I added in the praying moment because Steve makes reference to believing in God in the Avengers and all those men were from the 40's like he was so, I felt like it fit them. Then Tony's just there awkwardly. Okay, I'll stop rambling now. Hope you enjoyed it.