A/N: Here's the Stony one, set right after Civil War. I ship this so hard and watching Civil War hurt. So I immediately wrote this afterward. Enjoy!

Disclaimer: Nope. Not mine. *cries* Unfortunately. Marvel owns the characters, Daughtry owns the song lyrics.

"Will you listen to my story?
It'll just be a minute
How can I explain...?

Whatever happened here,
I never meant to hurt you...
How could I cause you so much pain?"

Steve watched Bucky from a distance as he finished talking to the doctor. His mind was on Tony, and all the pain he must have caused his on-again, off-again boyfriend. He really did love Tony, more than anything in the world, and he hated himself for hurting him.

Noticing that Bucky was finished talking to the doctor, Steve went into the room. Bucky smiled briefly at him, but it was weak and fleeting and his eyes were distracted, somewhere far away.

"You sure you wanna do this?" Steve asked.

"Yeah. I don't even know what's in my mind anymore, and until they can figure out how to undo whatever Hydra did, it's best for me - for everyone - if I go back under for a while," Bucky said.

Steve nodded, giving Bucky a weak smile of his own.

"Come here a moment," Bucky requested, glancing around as if to make sure the doctor wasn't there.

Steve complied, and was met with Bucky pulling him down and kissing him. It wasn't hard and it wasn't long, but it was a kiss nonetheless. Steve pulled away from it confused.

"I had to," Bucky explained. "At least once. I know your heart belongs to Tony. I saw the way you look at him. I hear the pain in your voice when you mention his name. But I've been in love with you for a long time, and I had to do that at least once before moving on. Call it closure."

Steve just nodded slightly, not entirely trusting himself to speak.

Bucky clapped his only remaining hand on Steve's arm. "Go. Find Tony. And tell him you love him."

How had he known they'd never actually said that to one another?

Steve nodded and stepped back as the doctor came back into the room, and stood there watching as Bucky was once more frozen in the cryogenic tube. He turned away.

A few minutes later found Steve staring out into the mist-shrouded landscape, his hands behind his back. Should he take Bucky's advice and go find Tony? Would Tony even want to see him?

T'challa walked up behind Steve.

"Thank you for doing this," Steve said.

"Your friend and my father were both victims," T'challa said. "If I can help at least one of them find peace..."

"You know if they find out he's here," Steve said, referring to Bucky, "they'll come for him."

T'challa nodded, following Steve's gaze out into the distance. "I'd like to see them try."

They fell into a companionable silence. Then Steve, making up his mind, asked, "T'challa ...can you figure out a way to contact Tony? I...I have to talk to him."

T'challa seemed to read his expression and hear the unspoken words - I need to tell him how I feel, I need to apologize - because he said, "Yes. Do you want me to bring him here, or...?"

"Bring him here, please," Steve said gratefully. "I don't -" I don't think I can go back to HQ and face him there. Not now. Not after everything with Bucky.

"He'll be here by tomorrow," T'challa promised.

The next day, Steve walked into a spare room with no security cameras, just as he'd requested, and leaned against a wall to wait for Tony. T'challa had told him that he wouldn't tell Tony where he was going or who he was meeting, and Steve was grateful.

A few minutes later, Tony was shoved into the room, yanking a blindfold off. The door shut and locked with a click behind him as he finally got the blindfold off and his eyes fell on the only other being in the room.

"Steve," Tony breathed.

Steve's heart skipped a beat at the sight of him. He looked no worse for the wear - he must've been healed in the few days it had been since the end of the Avengers' civil war. His short brown hair was as artfully messy as always, and though his brown eyes were muted, Steve could still see the love buried there under the pain and betrayal.

"Tony..." Steve said, his voice breaking. "Tony, I..."

"Just because we're both still alive doesn't mean you're forgiven," Tony said, though his voice wavered. "I'm not talking to you."

"Tony..." And now Steve pushed off the wall and walked over and pulled a confued Tony into a desperate embrace. "It's okay. You don't have to talk."

"S-Steve!" Tony stuttered.

"Tony, I...I'm so sorry," Steve whispered. "I never meant to hurt you...How could I cause you so much pain? I don't...I never wanted any of this. I just...oh, Tony, I miss you. We've been through hell these last few days, and somehow we've alienated ourselves from each other. I don't want to lose you. The truth is, Tony..." And here he paused, pulled away enough so that he was looking Tony in the eye as he breathed out the next few words.

"Tony, I love you."

Steve held his breath, waiting to see Tony's reaction.

Which was to whisper, "Well, finally! Steve...oh, Steve, I love you, too!"

"You have no idea how happy that makes me," Steve murmured.

"You're still not forgiven for everything that happened," Tony said pointedly.

Steve smiled a little at that. "Well, I guess I'll have to fix that, now won't I?"

"How do you plan on -?!"

Tony never got to finish his sentence, because Steve kissed him.

This wasn't like the kiss with Bucky. This was a fierce, desperate, passionate kiss, communicating everything Steve couldn't say. His sorrow, his joy, his pain, his hope, his regret, his love, his guilt, his innocence. All his emotions, all his fear, all his heart was poured into that kiss, and he knew Tony felt it.

It only got better when Tony kissed him back.

Tony opened his mouth, as if to say, Okay, okay, you're forgiven. Just kiss me harder! Steve did just that, his tongue finding Tony's and exploring his mouth, gentle until Tony groaned and Steve sped up, taking it harder. Faster. Deeper. Steve's arms were already around Tony - he'd drawn him back into the embrace when he pulled him in for the kiss - but he felt it when Tony returned the embrace, too, one of his arms going around Steve's waist while the other snaked its way up his back and into his short blond hair.

Steve realized he'd forgotten how to breathe and then registered the fact that he needed air. Reluctantly, he pulled back, touching his nose to Tony's and sighing.

"I love you," Steve whispered.

"I love you, too," Tony replied. "You're forgiven."

Steve smiled, half-opening his blue-green eyes. "I'm worried what you'll say when I tell you it was Bucky who told me to tell you how I really feel."

"I take it back. You're not forgiven," Tony teased.

"What can I do to make you forgive me?" Steve joked.

Tony pretended to consider for a moment, then said, "Mm...you could kiss me again."

"With pleasure," Steve said, and proceeded to do just that.

This time, when he pulled away, Tony buried his face in the crook of Steve's neck. Steve could feel his warm breath on his throat as Tony exhaled.

"You're really forgiven this time," Tony murmured.

Steve smiled. "You know I'm never letting you go, right?"

Tony laughed and Steve felt him press a kiss to his throat. "I know."

Tony kissed his throat again, and Steve buried his face in Tony's hair. He could still hear, though, when Tony whispered to him:

"I wouldn't have it any other way."

"When I say I'm sorry,
Will you believe me?
Listen to my story,
Say you won't leave me...
When I say I'm sorry,
Can you forgive me?
When I say I'll always be there,
Will you believe?

Will you believe in me?"

Review, please! Part II will be up soon!