"Explosion after explosion here in Time Square as we see several Iron Man suits attacking the city instead of saving it. No information on the reason behind billionaire Tony Stark's invention hostile intentions, yet no one seems to even know the whereabouts of said genius. Reports have been flooding in claiming that witnesses believe all suits are empty even though Stark's voice has been heard making comments from multiple suits of armor. Is this hero Tony Stark gone villain? Where are the Avengers and why haven't they stopped this destruction? Have all heroes gone bad? Stay tuned for all of this and more. Once again, I'm-"

The news reporter didn't even get to say her name as a suit of armor flew by, missiles firing from its shoulder. The TV screen glowed with colors of orange and yellow as another explosion occurred. The camera fell to the side, cracking once it hit the ground. The only thing it now showed was the young news reporter, only this time she too was on her side, eyes wide open, as blood dripped from her mouth. A rather nasty gash on her head made it obviously clear she was killed instantly.

Cheesy music took the its place on the TV as the words technical difficulties flashed by.

Steve began to feel sick as he quickly turned the TV off. He mentally cheered as he realized he was the only one in the room Clint's family let him stay in. No one else had seen that report. Unless they watched it individually. Steve's main concern was Clint's children seeing it. The feeling of being sick washed over him again, causing him to push the thought aside. Blue eyes gave the room a quick look over for what felt like the hundredth time. This room had a feeling of familiarity to it. Clint had said Tony had shared this room with him the last time they were here all together. Apparently, the room hadn't been used since then. The air had an unknown scent to it and Steve could only assume that was the, oddly intoxicating, smell of the man he had forgotten.

It was now day four since their arrival at the Barton household. Loki has taken over technology instead of people and sadly, it was working. They were nearly found by one of the Iron Man suits the day before, but thankfully Bruce managed to scramble all tracking devices in the area. If something that could track them got to close, all of its locating systems would fail and redirect it to another random location. Steve didn't want to question exactly how Bruce figured that out with such short notice. Even with the lessons on all things Tony Stark taking up most of the team's time.

Steve had even started taking notes.

"He's one of the smartest guys I know."

"He doesn't like being handed things."

"He doesn't know that we know he has panic attacks."

"I'm not kidding when I say he can cook anything except pancakes."

The super soldier often caught himself laughing at the notes about food. But that laughter would always fade. He knew the team was only saying all the good things Tony has done and if Steve was being honest, he really liked everything about Tony so far. The only person who would bring up anything less positive was Bruce, but even those bits of information weren't as bad as Steve knew they could be. He didn't want to know that bad stuff. The team wasn't going to tell him, and the one time Steve googled the genius, the amount of negative comments really pissed him off so that was off limits.

With a deep sigh, Steve began pacing the small room. His hand lightly brushed against a small dresser and at that moment, a chill ran up his spine. Green lights took over his vision as a familiar voice echoed in his ears.

"You could have just told us your plan to make Ultron. You do know that, right Tony?"

There Tony stood, back facing Steve who sat on the bed, as the genius shoved clothes around a small dresser with a noticeable hint of anger.

"Tony?"

"Mh?"

"You can tell me whatever it is that's bothering you."

Tony's shoulders were shaking as he remained silent.

"Tony."

"No Steve. I can't tell you. If I told you, you'd all see how fucked up my mind is." Tony was now facing Steve.

Steve only raised an eyebrow. He knew if he remained oblivious, Tony would feel the need to explain.

"Don't you get it?" Steve liked being right sometimes. "I made him to protect everyone. I can't lose you… you guys. I can't lose you guys. Down there with Loki's scepter I had some sort of hallucination, probably my PTSD, and everything was gone. Dead. Except me. I was the one who didn't do more. I…"

Steve hated being right sometimes as he saw tears roll down Tony's face. He quickly jumped up from the bed and stood in front of Tony. For some reason he let his hand rest on Tony's cheek as he wiped the tears away. Steve's face heated up as he acknowledged how right the small action of reassurance felt.

"When are you going to believe me when I say we fight together? I don't care if it's something attacking the world or something in your head. We are in this together."

Tony avoided eye contact while he spoke. "If it's in my head, what happens if I lose?"

"We'll do that together too."

The bright green lights vanished from Steve's eyes leaving him light headed as he let out a loud breath from shock. His brain began processing everything that flashed before his eyes. Joy overtook him as realization hit him. It was a memory. He just remembered a conversation with Tony Stark. He remembered Tony Stark. Deep in the pit of his stomach a strange feeling he didn't fully understand pinched him.

All he understood was he needed to tell someone. As he ran towards the doorway his arm brushed against the frame of the bed causing his eyes to go green once again.

The small clock on the nightstand glowed 3:48 in the morning. Steve sat on the bed, legs crossed, as he faced Tony who took up the other half of the bed. Tony was sprawled out on his back, arms folded behind his head, letting his eyes scan the ceiling. Even with the light out the look on his face showed he was most likely looking for something.

"Tony?"

"Hmm?"

"Are you okay?"

"Peachy."

Steve sighed as he rolled his eyes. Once they found his way back to Tony, he couldn't help but notice how much he appreciated the way Tony's face looked at this moment. He seemed slightly more relaxed than usual and even if it was only a slight change, Steve still enjoyed the thought of Tony being less on edge.

"Tony. Really, are you okay?"

This time Tony didn't answer. He didn't even look at Steve.

"Tony, you're allowed to not be okay."

The only response Steve got was a small chuckle.

With another sigh, Steve shifted until he was on his back. "Alright. We should sleep."

Tony sat upright instantly. "Sleep? Now? But there's only one bed. I mean not that it's a problem or anything. That doesn't mean I want to share a bed with you… what I'm trying to say is-"

Steve nearly jumped out of his skin when Tony flew off the bed, arms wrapped around himself as if he was cold. Only Steve could tell he was trying to make himself small. Trying to hide.

"Look, I'm just not tired. You should sleep. I'm gonna… go I don't know. I'll find something to do. Sorry I kept you up."

"Tony."

Surprisingly, the genius stopped walking away.

Steve weighed his options before he spoke. The way Tony was acting either showed he was uncomfortable and wanted to get away from the super soldier, or he was uncomfortable but wanted to get closer. Steve's heart skidded in his chest. He honestly liked the idea of the second thought.

"Come back to bed."

He didn't know why he chose those words. Even with his lack of knowledge of the way people spoke now, Steve still knew that those words in that order could and most likely meant something more and even though he couldn't see Tony's face, he knew the billionaire's mind was swinging between a rock and a hard place.

Without a word, Tony inched his way back to the bed, still avoiding Steve's gaze. Instead of climbing back onto the bed, the genius opted to stand there and worry at the back of his neck new with his hand.

Eventually, Steve assumed Tony was waiting for something, so the blonde sat up until he was directly in front of Tony. Steve had to fight a laugh as he noticed the while he was sitting and Tony was standing, they were now the same height.

"Thank you."

"What?"

"You heard me, Steve. I said thank you."

"I don't understand."

"Of course not. You've been nothing but helpful ever since this morning."

"That's because I now understand why you did what you did. It shouldn't have mattered though. You're my friend. I should have been there from the beginning."

Tony didn't speak. Instead he surprised Steve by pulling him into a strong hug. Even if he was surprised, Steve didn't hesitate to return the hug. In Steve's mind, the hug ended too soon. Once he got a look at Tony's face he could have sworn he could see red slowly covering the playboy's cheeks. The look in those brown eyes showed Tony was debating something.

Nothing could prevent Steve from remembering this moment.

Tony took a deep breath in and squeezed his eyes shut as he fell forward and gave Steve a peck on the cheek. The heat on the man's face was so extreme, Steve was surprised his own face didn't burn. The only burn he felt was the bush that creeped onto his own face.

No one spoke. They just stared at each other. Steve's jaw had dropped, leaving his mouth open in an almost comical way, while Tony looked like he was still holding his breath.

"Uh…s-sorry?"

Once the green vanished once again, Steve nearly fell over. This memory seemed so much longer and far more emotional. Not a sad emotional like the first one. This was more than anything Steve had ever felt. Not even when he had a short click with Peggy. Sure he loved her, but so did probably every other guy back then. This though, this was far more complicated and strangely scary. Since day one the great Captain America and the incredible Iron Man couldn't get along.

It was now more than ever Steve wanted all his memories back.

"We interrupt your previously planned broadcast to show you exclusive footage of what can only be called one of the worst days in American history. The attacks caused by Tony Stark's suit have yet to stop and yet there is still no sign of the rest of the Avengers. I now speak to all the viewers remaining in the city as another person instead of a news reporter. Hide as best as you can. Do whatever you have to do to protect whoever is left in New York. To anyone outside of New York, I honestly don't know if the destruction will stop here or continue to the rest of the world. Either way, all I have to say is that if there is anyone out there who can save us, please help. Even if you aren't an Avenger. Even if the only hero out there is us civilians. Even if we have to join together and do the hero work for those "heroes" out there. Help us stop the villain known as Tony Stark. Even if that means we have to kill him...