Tony hoped Steve would show up soon. He was cold…and warm. That was odd. Why was he laying on the ground again?
Oh…right, he was hurt, his suit in pieces, blood seeping from a wound on his abdomen.
Steve, where was Steve?
"Tony!" The call made his shift but he froze as white hot pain shot through his body.
Then Steve was there, his hair wild, his eyes stricken with fear and worry.
"Steve."
"Shhh….Its Ok, you're going to be OK." He could not bring himself to dissuade Steve of his belief. His sight was beginning to fade, darkness seeping in.
"St…." Coughs interrupted him.
"Tony, oh Tony." Steve looked like he was going to start crying.
"I…love you." The words were little more than a gasp, a shuddering mess as his world faded. The last thing he heard was Steve responding in kind, his words a gasp as well, shuddering with his tears.