A Thousand Years – Christina Perri
Some people would call him naïve. But Steve wasn't a naïve person. He just liked to believe in people. They had their own reasons for being who they were, but that didn't change the fact they were good people deep down inside.
Like Tony.
Tony was a wonderful person. You just needed to look past his sarcastic-tough-asshole persona to see how much of a broken, kind person he was. Even if it was something incredibly hard to do. How Steve had done it was still a mystery to him.
Steve gripped Tony's hand in his own. Tight. His thumb rubbed circles around Tony's skin almost soothingly.
He knew this was wrong. They were both hurting Pepper in the process. Pepper – who was so kind, and just a great person over all.
He knew that.
But he couldn't bring himself to let go of that hand.
He loved Tony.
Loved him so much it hurt.
Steve wasn't a naïve person. He just liked to believe in people. They had their own reasons for being who they were, but that didn't change the fact they were good people deep down inside. He just needed some sort of reason to believe that what they were doing was right. Because he knew, and Tony knew, that Steve could never let go of Tony, even if he tried.
Never.