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Chapter 4

April 16, 1987

Tony stood up a little straighter, but his arms still crossed and expression sour. "I'm getting the impression you're not leaving anytime soon, so you might as well come in." He moved to the side to let Steve pass through. The dorm room had one bed in the center and one noticeably shoved to the far corner. Posters for bands and sports cars hung on the wall, small colonies of clothes congregated on the floor, and food wrappers were shoved to the edges of furniture. Several projects lay abandoned on the floor and one lay on the desk under a lamp.

Steve heard his shoes squelch on the floor and decided to sit on the desk chair, so he didn't get anything wet. Tony plopped himself on a messy bed and looked over at Steve. "So, how bad is it Uncle Steve?"

He sighed and ran his hands through his rain soaked hair. "I don't know where to start. So much has happened at once."

"Just sum it up and remember I've dealt with my dad's shit. I can handle whatever you throw at me."

"And that's part of the problem."

Tony snorted and his face changed to a smug grin. "What'd my old man screw up now?"

"You really shouldn't talk about your father like that."

"You didn't travel almost five hundred miles just to lecture me about my pops. What did you really-"

"Peggy."

Tony tensed. "Oh," he whispered softly.

Steve looked down at his hands and interlocked his fingers. "She...she went on a mission. Solo. Black Widow."

"Shit."

"Yeah, and now...they can't find her. She left after I did and she was supposed to come back before I did. They sent her...well this."

He pulled the ring from his pocket and dropped it into Tony's hand. The teen examined the golden circle and his eyes grew wide. "Oh fuck."

"Um yeah, and I just couldn't bring myself to stay in the apartment. If Howard knew he would insist I stay with him, but I've spent too much time with him and Peggy."

Tony handed Steve back the ring and sighed. "Why me?"

Steve looked up from the ring in his hand. "What about you?"

"You know how many people would love to have Captain America stay with them? I'm pretty sure any of the women at the S.H.I.E.L.D. base would kill for the chance. Hell, even that new agent Coulson would so you'd sign his trading cards. Why choose to stay with an antisocial teenager with 'problems' his own Dad doesn't want to talk about?"

Steve sighed and looked at Tony. "That's why. You've never seen me as Captain America, a hero. You see me as the man who took your attention away from your father; always first in your father's eyes. The others would have given me pity; I'm done with pity."

Tony didn't say anything and walked over to a bookshelf and pulled two thick books out revealing a bottle of scotch. "You want some?"

Steve scowled. "You're underage."

He shrugged and undid the top. "Tomaytoes, tomahtoes. We're not all America's golden boy." He poured a glass and took a long drink, not quite finishing it, before refilling. "And you still didn't answer my question."

Steve sighed and shrugged his shoulders. "Fine."

Tony poured a glass and handed it to him. He took it with a sigh and tipped the glass against his lips, going down smooth. Tony was a Stark: if he was going to drink it would be top end. He found the bottom of the glass quickly and he took the bottle from Tony and poured himself another glass. Tony raised an eyebrow and looked at Steve's grip on the bottle. "You can't get drunk."

Steve stared morosely down at the glass. "Yeah, I know. When does your first class start?"

Tony looked at his clock and groaned. "Ten minutes. Fuck it, I'll skip."

"You need to go to class. It's important," replied Steve sternly.

Tony looked Steve over. "You look like shit and honestly I don't know if I should trust you by yourself in the state you're in. Besides I already know everything; it's more productive if I stay here and work."

"I'll be fine. I just need to sleep is all."

Tony pointed to the bed in the corner. "It's all yours. I'll just be at my desk."

"In a classroom."

Tony glared at Steve before sighing. "Will it make you happy?"

"I'd be nice to know the money your dad is shelling out is going to something."

"And there's the root of the problems. Fine, but only for you. Not my father."

Steve finished his glass. "As long as you go."

Tony scourged his piles of clothes and pulled out a shirt. He slipped it over his head, grabbed a backpack and set of keys and headed to the door. "I guess you'll still be here when I'm back?"

"Yeah," Steve stared back at the glass of scotch, "probably."

"Okay then." Tony left, locking the door behind him.

Steve poured himself another glass and held it in his hand. He sighed before tipping back his head and swallowing every last drop. He sat it down on the desk with a satisfying thunk and rubbed his eyes. He trudged over to the spare bed and collapsed on it. It smelled old and unused; Steve sighed in relief. He didn't even bother to pull up the blanket as he closed his eyes.

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