Drown by The Smashing Pumpkins
Steve was crouched over his sketch pad, diligently working on the sketch of Tony he'd started. He missed the billionaire, truly. He vaguely wondered what he was doing, then smiled sadly to himself. Tony was probably in his lab slaving over the Iron Man suit or was wrapped up in all those boring corporate meetings he would rant over. Tony would often text him during those meetings, although he had the hardest time getting to work the touch-screen phone his boyfriend had given him.
Well, ex-boyfriend now. Tony had broken it off with him after nearly a year of dating with the excuse that he was afraid. Steve wasn't entirely sure what there was to be scared of about a relationship with him...but, he supposed that he and Tony thought on different wavelengths. Either way, it had crushed the forties hero beyond anything. It hurt worse than all the bullies, the rejection at army recruiting centers. It burned his heart worse than crashing his plane into the ocean and freezing for seventy years. It seemed like the culture shock and realization of loneliness hurt less than Tony breaking up with him.
Steve could honestly say he missed every annoying, little quirk about Anthony Edward Stark. He missed the constant rambling, the wrestling it took to get him from the lab and even the smell of whiskey that always accompanied the playboy. The captain heaved a sigh, taking his wallet from his pocket to look at the photos he kept in there. He found the small reel of the two of them in a photo-booth that Clint had urged them to go in, saying it'd be like all of those mushy couples.
He and Steve at first looked at the camera confused, Tony scratching his goatee. Then one of them laughing with realization and putting together that they were taking pictures now. The third on the sleeve of five was either of them sticking tongues out at one another. A fourth was a silly face directed at the camera. The fifth made Steve's heart ache as he stared at them. Tony had pulled him into a kiss, both were smiling and Steve was blushing like the conservative man he'd grown up to be.
The idea of being without Tony only made his chest feel tighter than it had been when he would have an asthma attack as a kid. Being without the genius was the most painful thing he'd ever do in his lifetime.
His phone buzzing on the table pulled him out of his thoughts and he stared at the small contraption. Tony?
'Hey, how are you?' was all it said.
'Hi Tony. I'm well.' He appreciated how texting made it easier to lie about how he felt.
'You're doing better of than I am, I guess.'
'What do you mean?'
'Come by the tower and I'll show you.'
He didn't hesitate.