Chapter 10

Natasha and Clint made their way up in the elevator to their floor. They walked out into an open room, it had a TV and sofa, living room area.

'So are we going out or what? I mean before you left we kind of were,' Clint said. Natasha looked at him. She raised an eyebrow at him as she walked around the living room.

'Well we were,' Clint said. Natasha smiled a little and nodded.

'Yes Clint we were,' Natasha told him. Clint looked at her.

'What about now though, I mean-' Clint said rubbing the back of his head. Natasha just smiled at him.

'Oh good,' Clint said nodding as Natasha kissed his on the lips quickly to shut him up.

Natasha looked around the floor. They walked down a corridor and they were two bedroom apartments.

'This one is mine,' Natasha said walking into the one on the right.

'I guess this one is mine then,' Clint mumbled as he walked into the left one as Natasha closed the door. Natasha turned around and looked at the massive apartment. There was a large king-size bed opposite the door with a bedside table on both sides of the bed. A row of windows to the right. She looked at the amazing view.

'Wow Stark,' she mumbled and threw her bag onto the bed. There was a large mirror on the door wall. There was a cupboard to the left and when she looked inside it she let out a low whistle. There were a loads of different types of guns and knives. She smiled, she slowly closed the cupboard and turned around to look at the rest of the room. There was a door next to the bed and it lead into a bathroom. A massive bath with a walk in shower. She looked at the other door to the left of the room. She walked into it and it was a walk in wardrobe. She gasped at how big it was.

Clint shut the door to his room. The colour blue on the walls and there was a walk in wardrobe. Clint put his suitcase on the large bed. It was sad that everything he own fit into one suitcase. He knew he had to buy more things, but why would he when he works 24/7 at SHIELD, either on missions with Hill, used to be Natasha before she pissed off to Russia, or he would be doing paper work or at SHIELD meetings. He sighed and sat down on the bed and looked around. There were two doors on to the left of him and one to the right of him. One of them was a bathroom and the other one lead to a corridor. He walked along the dark corridor and ended up walking into the door at the end. He slowly opened the door while rubbing his forehead.

'Oh hey Natasha,' Clint said, the corridor leaded to Natasha's room. Natasha looked up from the gun she had in her hands.

'Did you just walk into the door?' She asked. Clint dropped his hand from his head.

'No,'

'Yeah whatever.'

When Steve walked out of the elevator he came face to face with a corridor. He looked down both ways and decided to go to the left. He walked down the corridor and opened the only door there. It was a huge gym. A punching bag hung in the middle of it, plus there were loads of other punching bags hung up at the side of the wall. Steve smiled. There was a boxing ring in the far right corner. Steve looked around to the left and there were a lot of weight lifting equipment and a drinks machine. Steve took in the sight of the gym and then turned around and walked back down the corridor. He walked down the corridor going into every room. To his left there was a kitchen. Black, white and red. Not took many modern things in there, so Steve was thankful for that.

He then found his room and walked inside.

'Holy crap,' Steve said. It was colour green, the camouflage green. It remind him of his past. The room was simple, which was good for Steve. Not too much technology, just plain and simple. Tony must have done it this way because Steve didn't really fit in with all the new technology and stuff. The room had a big bed in the corner and a TV on the wall, remote placed on the bed. There was a white rug in the middle of the room. There was a bathroom, the shower didn't look that complicated. The shower didn't have a lot of buttons on them, Steve could make out the on and off button and hot and cold turner, so Steve decided to get a shower and get the popcorn out of his hair.

When Steve got out of the shower, he wrapped the towel around his waist and went to find some clothes. By the time he had a shower, got dressed and dried his hair Jarvis' voice came from the ceiling.

'Captain Rogers dinner is ready,' Jarvis said. Steve jumped, his heart hammering against his rib cage. What was- OH right yeah Jarvis, Steve thought to himself. Steve took a deep breath to calm his fast beating heart.

'Erm… T-T-Thanks,' Steve stammered remembering that it was Jarvis talking. Steve walked back down to the common room. When he got there Tony was sat with Pepper and Bruce. Steve took a seat as Natasha and Clint came walking in.

'Pizza,' Tony said, sliding two pizza boxes across the table to where Steve, Clint and Natasha sat. Tony looked to Pepper and started to talk to her about some press conference she had just been to. Bruce sat in silence, eating a slice of pizza. He wasn't a very talkative kind of guy, not like Tony. Clint and Natasha involved in Steve in their conversation even though he didn't really understand what they were talking about some mission they had to go on in three weeks. After the pizza boxes had about two slices of pizza left in them everyone started to slowly make their way make up to their rooms. Natasha dragging Clint off up to their shared floor first. Steve was next followed by Bruce. Pepper got up from the table.

'You going to come up stairs tonight aren't you,' Pepper said. Tony looked away from the pizza boxes and up at her.

'Oh erm... yeah, maybe, don't worry, I have a lot to work on down in the lab, but I'll try to come upstairs tonight. If not Jarvis will remind me to come up, but sorry if i fall asleep on the sofa,' Tony said smiling at her. She nodded and kissed him on the cheek. She walked into the elevator. The doors closed and suddenly Tony felt very alone. It was around 8 o'clock at night. The sun slowly going down.

Tony decided he might as well clear up the boxes. He picked the four pizza boxes up and up them in the trash. He clean up the table, putting the empty glasses in the wash machine. Not really paying attention to what he was doing, his mind wondered. It was Pepper first then to his work, then to the Avengers and then to Steve and then that brought memories of his father, which Tony didn't want to think about. His mind eventually decided to think about Killian which wasn't good. Last time he had saw Killian was when he nearly lost Pepper. Hell he thought he had lost Pepper. He promised her he would catch her. He promised her he wouldn't let her fall. But he broke that promise. It was his fault she had fallen. His life felt empty at the moment. When Pepper was falling down into the fire, down to the ground. His felt like he didn't need to live anymore without her. Without Pepper. He had made his way to the sofa and was now lying on it, deciding he wasn't going to go down to the lab tonight. He took off his shoes and shuffled on the sofa in bear feet. His eyes slowly closed and he fell asleep.

Hiya guys, so here is the next chapter i hoped you liked it. Not a big fan of it but hey, the next one will hopefully be better and be up probable not tomorrow but the day after that. Reviews would be great.