Bruce hadn't come down to the shop when he got home last night and Tony didn't know why he expected him to. He had no reason to come down to tell him he had made it safe home, no goodnight kiss to give, no promises for later, but that didn't stop Tony from being disappointed. And not disappointed in Bruce, no Tony knew this was all his own doing, but he still ached from all that was no longer.

It was fairly early when he finally pulled himself away from his work and up to the penthouse. Peter was watching his usually cartoons as he slumped past the living room to the kitchen. "Morning buddy." He smiled as Peter waved, his eyes never straying from where Scooby and the gang were being chased by a guy in a ghost suit.

Bruce was in the kitchen reading the newspaper at the table when Tony walked in. It was a familiar sight that caused Tony's heart to squeeze tightly in his chest. "How was dinner last night?" He asked, hopefully sounding causal and slightly disinterested.

"It went pretty well actually." Bruce replied, laying his paper down to give Tony his full attention. "Steve was his usually perfect self."

Tony snorted, "Yeah, that guy can make you feel guilty for getting mad at him even if he was the one who royally fucked up." He grabbed his full coffee mug and made his way over to sit down across from Bruce.

Bruce smiled, "That's pretty much how it went last night. Awkward at first, but it got better. It will get better."

That bit at Tony a little. "So, Steve's completely off the hook then, huh?" He spat jealously and anger boiling in his stomach uncontrollably. All night, scratch that, these past few months he has berated himself for what he had done. He has hated himself for hurting Bruce. Tried all he could to make it up to the other man, though Tony knew that might not ever be possible, but he could at least try. And here Bruce was all optimistic about his friendship with Steve and he couldn't even tell Tony that maybe someday they would be okay. "Takes two to tango as they say, but not in your eyes, Tony's the damned one but Steve's fine because he can bat his pretty blue eyes at you and you'll melt!"

"Don't act like I haven't forgiven you."

"You haven't!" Tony raged. "And you never will Bruce! Stop lying to me, stop lying to yourself! You'll never forgive me with the mindset you have right now. So, why are you still here, huh? Why are you giving me false hope? We both know that with the way things are going now this will never be fixed. We'll never be fixed."

"You cheated on me!"

"Yes, I did and I regret it with every fiber of my being, but there's nothing more I can do, Bruce. I have apologized a million times, I have cried, I have sobbed, I have killed myself over this. You want more from me but there's nothing left I can do!" Tony sucked in a stuttering breath as tears began to roll down his face. "I wish I could go back and fix it, baby. I really do, but I can't. I can't and you want from me I don't know what, and I can't take this anymore. I've got nothing left to give."

"Tony-"

"No," He shook his head. "No, if you're willing to forgive Steve so easily for this and not-" He paused. "Bruce, face it, it's over. I was never gonna get a second chance, we both know it. It hurts though that you let me believe for so long, and maybe I deserve it, but I'm done, I give up." Pushing his chair back, Tony stalked out of the room. Leaving his coffee to turn cold, along with his husband and his son, who had been standing at the doorway listening the entire time.

Let me know if you guys think Tony is justified on how he feels!