A/N: Steve moves in.

The truck came despite Steve's refusal. He looked at the driver and decided he won't force it, the man needed to earn his paycheck so he went through his things and took few boxes not just one as he planned. In the end the truck was almost empty, Tony did send out a very big truck, the kind he couldn't fit even the part of his belongings but it was too big even if Steve took all his belongings.

Putting a key to his lock was comforting somehow. The place wasn't much and was still under construction since Bucky blew it up to kill Fury. It still stung him to think of Bucky wandering around not remembering him. He owed him too much not to feel responsible. To have this place to get back to was something, something almost his. It was strange to live in this world without a place of his own. But that was like for him even before he went into ice.

Bucky couldn't understand why he was so determinant to enlist in the army. That was because Bucky had family, he had friends, and he had a future. Steve had none of that. His father died of mustard gas, mother of tuberculosis, and brother of cancer, all before he was twenty. He managed on his own as he knew but he was a weak man, the one that tired easily. Bucky was always there, they grew up together, but Bucky grew up strong, Steve grew up weak.

But still Steve fought his battles and he was convinced that he would find his place in the army that he could give his tool, his part, which he could do something, to belong. Maybe it was the family he sought in the army, the one that won't die on him.

People pitied him for losing his time, for being a stranger here, but they didn't understand that he was a stranger back home too. Everyone that he had he lost. Even Bucky in the end. Only thing he regretted was that he never danced with Peggy that he waited too long, that he didn't do anything except admiring her from afar.

Finding Bucky here made him think that maybe that was the reason for all this, for his survival. To get to Bucky, to repay him his debt because he was always in debt to Bucky, his brother that never gave up on him, that always saw him as a whole man, not just a pitiful weakling everyone else saw in him. That was the reason he fought, because of the respect that he saw in Bucky beneath his constant reprimanding.

Steve entered the Stark building with his boxes in the elevator refusing the help. Carrying four boxes wasn't a challenging task for him. It was unusual to move in like this but the necessity was there, they needed to assemble quickly enough, to be a team and for that they needed to spend time together.

When he came in no one was there. He was let in by Jarvis greeting him and navigating his steps to the room Tony picked for him.

Steve paused at the doorstep refusing to go in.

"No" he said out loud. "This won't do, isn't there anything else, anything smaller?"

The bedroom was bigger than his whole apartment with a big bed, big television screen, big speakers, huge window and a terrace, everything was black, white and chromed. It looked desolated and empty. The bed looked soft from this distance, Steve didn't go in to check it.

"There are other options" said Jarvis and Steve asked him to show him all, he decided to choose for himself not to be seated in a room he couldn't fall asleep in. Talking about marshmallow, this would be like he would fall down through the floor.

He finally found a suitable place.

"But it's a closet sir" said Jarvis.

"It'll do" Steve said firmly. "I'll only need to fit in a bed in here."

"Smaller one would fit sir" said Jarvis. "I could suggest for your weight and size these mattresses" Jarvis showed pictures of more marshmallow beds.

"Just a standard military field bed will do" he said firmly deciding that he's on the mission and he will act accordingly.

Tony showed up when he was already settled. It was unusual to see him in his black hoody, sweatpants and sneakers, out of his immaculate suit.

"Jarvis said I could find you here" he leaned on the door frame. "You are aware this is a wardrobe?"

"Yes Jarvis informed me of that" said Steve putting last of his shirts on the shelf. "But it'll do it's just next to the control room, it has enough place to move around and sleep, I don't need more."

"I can't fit in a TV of a decent size in here" Tony looked around. "But maybe you want the one with the tube inside it, the small version black and white maybe?"

Steve smiled and shook his head.

"I have no need for TV, I don't watch it anyway" he said.

"Of course you don't grandpa" Tony smirked. "You just stare at the wall waiting to be turned on."

"There are books Tony" Steve said patiently. "Besides there is enough things to catch up on than just staring at the screen."

"You read books?" Tony ventured inside and Steve had to note that the space was really small but maybe that was intentional. The room Tony picked could house a party, in here barely them two fitted without touching. "I thought you just punch things all day and exercise to keep yourself so buff and stern. That's why I put you next to the gym."

"The gym will be useful, I like to train" said Steve not wanting to go into all the explaining how his metabolism works. He had to run and practice to stay sane because his muscles did grew on their own, living a life independent on him. He could stay still, as he did in ice, and they would just be like that, combat ready. Exercise helped him to keep up with them, to know how to use them because for him his own muscles were strangers, someone he received later on. He still wasn't quite used to watching the world from this height.

"Nice titles" Tony browsed through his box with books. "I haven't read half of these, I'm more of technician man, and you have renaissance aspiration. Didn't they tell you that these days it's all about specialization, making yourself best in one direction? They don't look like they are for show" he took The Merchant of Venice in his hand. "They look used, read, do you buy them used and then show them off to girls? You know you don't have to work that hard, you already have all that you need working for you."

Steve took the book from his hand irritated.

"Those are my books" he said putting it back in the box. "I bought them new."

"They are far too old for that…" Tony paused and Steve could hear the crack of the bed as he sat on it. "Of course, your grandpa books, from before. What is this?" he bounced on the bed. "This is hard as a rock, did Jarvis prank you? I can ship in something better right now."

"No, I ordered that, it's a military standard edition" Steve said courtly. "You couldn't understand but I sleep better on those than in soft ones you sleep these days."

"Well I slept on rock for months" said Tony and lied down. "This is much more comfy than that. I can understand now, it's like a small man cave, privacy and leave me alone tone, I could go for that myself."

"Sure for a day you could" said Steve, closed his box and turned just to see Tony already sleeping. "Tony?" he didn't move, his breath was even. Steve looked at him stupefied, what to do now? "Jarvis?"

"Yes sir" he appeared and Steve felt discomfort of him being everywhere but he was just a machine.

"Tony fell asleep, can you wake him? He surely has to be somewhere" Steve wasn't ready to lean in and shake him, it seemed strange to wake somebody up like that.

"He doesn't, he has no appointments, and he doesn't have them for some time now. I advise you to let him sleep, he didn't sleep in 72 hours now and he was beginning to behave impulsively, I'll have the time to clean up if he sleeps some now."

Steve could swear he had heard a hint of desperation in Jarvis's voice.

"Sure, I'm not sleepy anyway" he said wondering what to do.

He went to the gym and hit a bag some. Others started to come in and he put them to their places with Jarvis's help, no one took the room Tony assigned them. When he was done and everyone withdrew Steve returned in his room and Tony was still asleep. He crossed his arms like he was cold so Steve put a blanked on him. Then Steve took a chair he confiscated from the living room and put it by the door taking The Merchant of Venice from the box, he didn't read it for far too long.