No-One But You (Only The Good Die Young)

by starkyoukai

For Steve to take his mind off his newly complex "relationship" with Tony Stark, he accepts a mission that takes him directly to the root of their problem. Old foes have teamed up to eliminate the Stark family long before Tony would ever become Iron Man. Warnings: This fic is very explicit. (It has underage rape/non-Consensual/abuse elements in this story.)

23. No-One But You (Only the Good Die Young)

Chapter 23: No-One But You (Only the Good Die Young)

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Tony was somewhat packed. He snuck down to his lab and he started to alter something on his suit. He was OBSESSED ok.
He needed a friggen drill modification.

"Sir, Captain Rogers has asked to know your location. Shall I inform him?"
"NO! no no no don't tell him I'm down here. Tell him I'm in my room. But don't let him in."

If Steve knew he snuck down to his lab he'd ? What?
Tony wasn't sure how Steve would react. He just didn't want Steve to know where he was.

"Sir, Captain Rogers requests your presence on his floor." Tony shot up straight. Say what?

Oh yeah, Steve had his own floor too. Tony had never been to it because he was an asshole. Tony realized that and he sighed.
He didn't even know Steve's floor number.

"Uhrrrmmmm mmmmaaaaaaa Jarv, tell him that I'm on my way." Tony rubbed his face and he vacated his lab. He was still in his pj's. Tony relaxed against the wall of the elevator and he looked at all the buttons to push.

"Jarv, which floor is Steve's?"
"Take your floor number and subtract one sir." Jarvis was all sass for some reason.

"WOW. Thanks." Tony pressed Steve's floor number and the elevator took him up. Steve was just a floor below him? Tony had no idea. He smiled when the elevator door opened and he stepped into the space.

Each floor was similar by design, but unique in its own way.

"Yo Steve?" Tony wandered in and he shoved his hands into the pockets of his hoodie. The part of the floor with the bedrooms was way off over yonder.

Tony remained in the common area of the floor that had the furniture and the bookshelves and the common stuff.

Steve walked up and Tony gave him a small smile.

"Morning Tony. Are you hungry? I can make some food."
"Uhmmm maybe? I might eat it. I dunno." Tony pulled his hands out of his pockets and he began to rub them together.

Steve walked over to the couch that was to Tony's left. Something was propped on it and Tony walked closer to Steve. Steve showed him a backpack and Tony stared.

"This is yours. It was left here and I forgot about it for a while." Tony continued to stare at the backpack. He recognized it, and because of his shiny brand new memories, he knew exactly what was in it.

"Did you use any of the drugs in there? That would have been one wild trip." Tony made a joke and he stepped closer to the bag.

Steve held it out for him and Tony continued to stare. He lifted his hands up and he touched the bag. Tony studied it for a moment and he felt a bit overwhelmed with a few emotions. Steve released his hold on the bag and Tony gripped it tight.

When he thought about his younger self Tony became very emotional. He turned away from Steve and he almost hugged the bag.

"Thanks. I don't really know what to do with it but, thanks." Tony told himself that he'd make use of the bag at some point. He stepped back and gave Steve a small smile.

Steve didn't know what to say. He didn't respond and he just smiled. Tony reached over and he grabbed Steve's hand.
He held his warm hand and he smiled at him.

Tonyyy wanted to kiss him. He tugged the blonde toward him and Steve complied.

Steve leaned in for a kiss but he stopped short when something happened.
A door opened off in the distance and Tony looked in the direction of the noise. A person emerged from the bedroom and Tony's jaw hit the floor.

BUCKY? Bucky Fucking Wonder just walked out of one of the bedrooms? Tony stared and Bucky walked further in. Tony let go of that hand.

"Morning Bucky. Are you hungry?" Steve asked as Tony just tensed up. UHMM?
Tony turned his head to the side and he contemplated the level of AWKWARD that just occurred.

WHY was he on Steve's floor? Chillin in PJ'S?
"I could eat yeah. Morning Steve and..." Bucky waited a moment as he headed toward the kitchen.

"Morning Stark." Bucky wanted coffee. Steve smiled at Tony and he began to head in Bucky's direction. He could tell that Tony had an issue with Bucky being where he was but, Steve didn't plan to worry about it.

"UH Question? HI. I've got a question." Tony took a step toward Steve and he tried to NOT be an asshole.
Steve turned and looked over his shoulder.

Tony's question was for BUCKY.

"Why are you here?"
"I technically live here, Steve said I can stay in the guest bedroom." Bucky pointed at the door that led into the bedroom that was OCCUPIED.

Tony just laughed a loud laugh. AH. That's, that was just great. Tony had no idea that Steve just MOVED his BFF onto his floor. Tony scratched his head for a moment and tried not to lose his shit.

"Do you know how many floors are in this tower? Steve? Do you know how many floors are in this tower?"

Tony tossed that question up in the air to see who knew the answer.

Steve brought his hands to his hips and he stared at Tony. Bucky ignored him and prepared some coffee. Bucky felt irritated. He didn't care to hear what Tony had to say.

"You could have your OWN floor. You don't need to shack up with Steve here on his floor. There are exactly, JARVIS?"

Tony looked to his side and he waited for his companion to speak.

"Sir, Yes I hear you."
"How many floors are un-occupied in this tower?"
Steve just laughed and he headed into the kitchen. Tony amused him and Bucky remained silent.

"22 total floors are currently open sir."

"Yeah! that's what I thought. See Bucky Wonder you have 22 floors to choose from. You could take all of them. Just sayin."

GET OFF OF STEVE'S FLOOR.
Tony just tossed another thought out in the open and he decided to see where it landed.

An intense irritation started to build up in Bucky's head. Tony Stark was such a pain in the ass. Bucky just felt irritated every time he heard him talk. He really didn't like conceited, arrogant, overconfident people like him. His brain started to go crazy. It flooded with very negative thoughts.

"I like my room and I don't need an entire floor. It's a bit too excessive for me." Bucky responded and Steve dug around in the fridge.

Tony scratched his head again and he backed up toward the nearest EXIT. Too awkward for him. Plus, Bucky STARED AT HIM.

Tony continued to back up. He took the backpack with him.
"I'm gunna go. Gotta get ready for that thing we were gunna do." Tony pointed toward the exit and Steve came into view.

Tony needed to DEAL WITH IT. Steve was not going to explain himself at that time. Bucky was his friend and he lived in his extra room. They both didn't like gigantic rooms and floors and all that extra space.

It worked for them, and Tony had nothing to worry about.

"I'll see you later Tony. Just let me know when you're ready to go." Steve smiled at him and Tony backed awayyyyyyyyyy.

He backed up, up, up, up, and up and he pressed the button on the elevator. Tony got in and he retreated to his floor.

Steve shook his head and Bucky rolled his eyes.

Bucky could see the egotistical bullshit that dripped from Stark at every angle. He felt that people like Tony used people like Steve to hide their narcissism.

Wow. Bucky realized how judgmental he was with that thought. He tried to stop his thoughts. His thoughts were intense. Bucky could remember the programming he went through to prepare for the mission.

Steve began to cook some breakfast, He portioned out what he intended to make. Some for him, some for Tony, and some for Bucky. Steve thought about how he wanted to explain the situation to Tony. He really had nothing to worry about.

"Ay Steve. I need to tell you something. Well, I'm not sure what it is but.." Bucky closed his eyes for a moment. Steve stopped his actions and he turned to Bucky.

"What is it?" For all Steve knew, Bucky could freak out at any moment. There was no way to know what went on inside his head.

"It's Stark. For some reason every time I see him or hear his voice, I just want to murder him." Bucky thought it was just because he was an arrogant spoon-fed snob. Gradually he became angrier and angrier every time Tony was around.

That wasn't normal. Bucky didn't even know the guy.
"You're with him right? I don't want to kill the person you're in love with."

"Tony just has that effect on people." Steve tried to make a joke to calm Bucky down. It didn't go over very well because Bucky just glanced over at him with a distressed look on his face.

"BUCKY I'm joking. Ok, I thought you disliking him so much was a bit strange myself. So, maybe we can have some tests run? If you are comfortable with that we can try to see what's going on in your head. Natasha and Bruce have already been monitoring your brain activity for me but there is only so much that Jarvis can do."

Steve did not like what he heard. He tied to keep Bucky in good spirits but he felt like Bucky was going to snap back into some sort of killer hypnosis.

Steve decided that his weekend with Tony ended up being the best idea. It put some distance between Tony and Bucky and they would be able to tell if the therapy discussed would actually have an effect.

"Ok so Bucky, I need you to hold down the fort for me while I'm gone alright?" Steve reached over and grabbed a plate off the counter. Steve put the food he prepared on the plate for Bucky and he handed it to him. Bucky just stared at the floor for a moment but then he eventually looked up.

He accepted the food and he stared into the coffee mug he had.
"You would trust me to do that?" Bucky didn't trust himself to do anything really. He felt on edge.

"Bucky I trust you. You know that. If something happens we will deal with it."

The two friends ate their breakfast. Steve packaged up the rest for Tony. Steve went to his bedroom to pack and the voice of Jarvis filled his ears.

"Captain Rogers, you have an incoming call from Director Fury."
Steve looked about and sighed. Fury? He wondered how many things were going to come up at once.

"Thank you Jarvis, please put him through." Jarvis connected the line and Steve sorta smiled when he saw Nick Fury on the screen.
Fury did not look too happy.

"Is there a reason why IRON MAN blew up my buildings last night?" Steve's stood bewildered the moment the words sunk into his brain.

Fury moved out of the way so he could show Steve part of the building behind him that was demolished.

"He's wiped out three of our hubs where we store our tech. IN THREE DIFFERENT LOCATIONS." Steve let out an exhausted sigh.

TONYYYYYYYYYY GODD Steve was instantly frustrated.

"Do you consider this to be acceptable behavior?! Because I want to send my people in to collect his crazy ass. THIS IS BULLSHIT." Fury yelled at him and Steve had to process and think about what he said.

He came to a decision almost immediately.

"I didn't know anything about it until now. You need to understand that Tony doesn't want you to have any time-altering technology. I'm sorry, but this is your own fault because you crossed a line and he feels betrayed. There is nothing I can do."

"NOTHING YOU CAN DO?!"

"There is NOTHING I can do."

Steve crossed his arms and his voice was firm. His decision was to defend Tony. Fury dug his own grave with him in his opinion. It was up to Fury to make it right.

Fury did not like the sound of that.
"He directly assaulted my buildings and my people. This is borderline terrorism if he keeps it up."

Steve just shook his head and looked at the bag that was almost packed.
Technically, he needed to intervene and stop Tony before it continued. If Tony continued to press Fury's buttons it would have been a bad thing.

It wasn't smart in the long run to make S.H.I.E.L.D. an enemy even if they only worked with them for sport.

But honestly, Steve wasn't in the mood. Tony did what he wanted to do and Steve knew that he wasn't going to hurt anyone.

He was only after the technology.

"You can't have everything Fury. Altering time is just as dangerous as the tesseract. Tony is showing you some tough love just like you've shown him all his life." Steve ended the call and he sighed again.

Was he annoyed that Tony went on his little rampage? Yes, but Steve agreed with him. The technology needed to be destroyed.

Steve planned to wait and see if Tony would tell him what he had been up to. So he put that phone call out of his mind completely.

They had other issues that the two of them needed to work through before anything else was put on their plate.

A floor above Steve, Tony packed his duffel bag tight. He fussed with the zipper for a while and then stood triumphant.
He tried to ignore that little episode on Steve's floor and he just packed up his shit.

Bucky really hated him, Tony glared at the bag and tried to clear the thought out of his head. Tony made a mental check of his duffel bag in his head. Tony chewed on his thumb.
His brain rambled off everything he had.

Toothbrush, toothpaste, some deodorant, shampoo, conditioner, at least three pairs of shoes, clothes of course, a few bottles of alcohol were stuffed in his bag just in case Steve didn't have any at his place, ANDDD he brought his essentials for very fun things. Tony blushed and snapped out of his little world. He hovered over his bag and gripped it with his hands.

"Jarvis?"
"Yes, I hear you." Tony stood still for a moment after he heard Jarvis speak.

He had his backpack tossed over onto his bed. Tony stared at it and he got lost in thought.

"Sir? What did you need?" Jarvis spoke again and Tony continued to stare at the backpack. Tony attempted to process the emotions he felt when he looked at the backpack. It was so friggen trippy for him to feel.

He touched his chest and studied the bizarre sensation he felt. The sensation didn't feel like his own but, there it was in his chest.
FUCKING WEIRD.

He took a breath and ignored it.
"Jarv, let Steve know I'm ready to go." Tony chewed on his lip for a moment and steadied his breath.

After a moment Jarvis responded.
"Sir, Captain Rogers is ready as well. He said he will meet you in the garage." Tony's pulse started to increase when he heard that Steve was ready. He grabbed his bag, his sunglasses, and his small jacket. He looked around his room and then he headed for the door.

Oh boy, here we go.

Tony stretched and made his way to the garage. His nerves were all over the friggen place. He was excited. To him, it felt like the first time he'd been out of the tower for months. He felt like he hadn't seen sunshine or something.

It was a weird feeling. He met Steve in the garage and they headed out. Steve mentioned that he had absolutely no food in his apartment so they had to get groceries. They eventually made it to his place. The closer they got the more nervous Tony felt.

They entered a very small lobby. Steve waved at the man at the door and they spoke for a little while. After Steve caught up with his lobby friend the two entered a very small elevator.
Tony looked at Steve and Steve looked at Tony.

They held their groceries and their weekend bags and they just took the elevator. Tony was too nervous to talk. He just looked at Steve a million and one times and followed him everywhere he went.

Steve led the way through the small hallway. He unlocked the door and opened it for Tony. Tony stood in the doorway and hesitated to go in. Steve walked in and he started to set his stuff down.

It was a LOOOOOOOTTTTT smaller than Tony had imagined.

Tony took two small steps in and he started to look around. He gripped his duffel bag tight as he stood in place.

Steve handled the groceries. Tony just looked around.

"Well, Tony this is the place. Go ahead and set your stuff down wherever." Steve said to him as he filled up the fridge with the groceries they bought.

Tony still stood in the same place. He looked at everything that was in front of him. There was another door to his right that he assumed was where the bedroom was. And a wall to his left which must have had another apartment beside it. Other than that, Steve basically had a couch with no television, a desk, an ancient music player, table, chairs, and a refrigerator.

Aaaahh he couldn't believe that he actually agreed to partake in a weekend away because he knew that stuff was going to be brought up that he did not want to talk about.

And they were, alone.
Tony agreed to go because he wanted to take Steve's feelings for him and run with them, but he was also tired of that sad look on Steve's face. He started to feel guilty and he hated it.

There was such a huge contrast between a sad Steve and a happy one. Tony preferred to see him happy.
Actually, he preferred to see him frustrated but that was only when Tony argued with him or pressed his buttons.

He tried to breathe at a steady pace. Great, he felt like he freaked out.

Saaaaa No it was ok. It was very ok. He told himself not to freak out because they needed to talk.

Tony could feel his nerves buzz around faster beneath his skin as he thought about it.
He thought he needed medication or something. Ugh Tony just shook it off and he tried to stop his brain. Tony was silent. He looked at everything in the apartment like he drew a mental map.

The apartment had a nice airy feel to it, because of the windows but basically it was a ...

"Tony? Are you going to survive this?" Steve asked as he finished his task and put the groceries away. Steve crossed Tony's line of sight and slowly stopped in front of him.

"I'll put your bag in my room if you'd like?" Steve asked as Tony stood with a vacant stare.

Steve just slipped the duffel bag off Tony's shoulder and he carried it into his bedroom anyway. He set their things at the foot of his bed.

"It's so cute. Steve?" Tony finally said something as he took a step further into the apartment. Steve heard him but he didn't respond. Tony walked all the way up to the small table and he touched it.

"WHY is there no dust?" Tony shook his head in disbelief. Steve headed back to him. Tony leaned against the table as Steve leaned over his way.

"Ay come here." Steve pulled Tony toward him. He hugged Tony's waist and Tony relaxed against his extremely warm body.

Steve gently gave Tony a kiss.
A classy kiss on the cheek, that's what he did then he softly spoke to him.

"I'm sorry about this morning. I've never gotten the chance to tell you that Bucky has been living on my floor."
Tony shrugged his shoulders against Steve's chest.

"It's fine I guess. I was just shocked to see him. I can't get a read on the guy. I keep thinking DOES he have a personality? Orrrr am I just missing something."

Steve frowned.

"He has a wonderful personality. You two would really get along if he was himself. He's very honest, straightforward, and stubborn. Kinda like someone else I know." Steve didn't know if he'd ever see Bucky as he was before. But, he was very grateful for the Bucky he had now despite the flaws in his character.

When he thought about it, it just made Steve feel depressed. He sighed and turned his head so he could look at Tony.

"Ay ay you can't have TWO straightforward stubborn guys chasing your tail." Tony was not having that. Meh he didn't like what Steve said.

Steve found it funny. He simply smiled but ignored the comment.

"I miss you, you know that?" Steve really missed him when he wasn't around. He hated it. He needed him even when Tony frustrated him. Or, when he became the most difficult THING on the face of planet Earth Steve Rogers needed to be around him.
Tony drew in a few deep breaths and he hid his face against Steve's neck.

Tony opened his mouth to say something. He knew that he needed to give him something. He had denied him and denied him. Tony told himself that it was OK to deny him. He had been upset and he wasn't in a good place in his head.

He felt guilty about it, but he knew he didn't have to feel that way. Tony couldn't say SHIT and respond to Steve. He decided to change the subject.

It was getting too warm anyway.
"OH umm, I forgot to tell you something too." Tony started as he edged out of the embrace. Steve just glanced at the distance that grew between them and then he dropped his gaze to the floor.

"Yeah?" Steve felt very odd so he turned away. He moved a chair and just waited for whatever Tony was about to say. Tony ignored what he said and Steve stared at the wall.

"I kinda went a little crazy and destroyed a lot of things. Mostly S.H.I.E.L.D. tech. Now, DON'T BE MAD because I only have one more thing to destroy. But I probably pissed Fury and his STUPER friends off so that's just a heads up."

Steve just stared.

Yeah, he already knew what Tony did. He was glad that he told him but he didn't pay too much attention. Ok, Steve heard every word and he responded.

"Well, Fury had it coming. What one more thing do you need to destroy?" Steve tried to ignore the ache in his chest. Tony was obsessed and he really didn't want to encourage it.

"A friggen underground lair of lame has time-altering technology and I want it destroyed. I can't find a way in. Maybe you can help me. After we get back of course." Tony bit his lip because he wasn't sure what Steve would say.

He noticed Steve's mood shift on him once Tony changed the subject. UGH, he was such a horrible personnnnn ! He looked at the golden boy's face. Steve looked so down.

Steve looked at Tony.

"Sure. I will help you find it. But, I have one condition." Steve held up one finger so that way Tony got the ONE condition part very clear.
HAHAHA Tony smiled and waited to hear it.

"What is it?"
"YOU'LL SEE." Steve teased as he turned away from Tony. Was that how annoying he was? AhAA Tony just looked up at him.

"I'm just kidding Tony. I don't have any conditions." Steve felt like he didn't have a bargaining platform to stand on so, why bother?

He figured Tony wouldn't have been interested in any sort of condition he could come up with. Tony wasn't really interested in anything other than his obsession with the technology.
Which was to be expected. Steve tried not to take it personally. He knew that Tony had been very upset because of the mission..

Uhmmm Steve was too quiet. Tony looked at him but he stared off into space. A light bulb flashed in Tony's head.

"OH YEAH! My one condition!" Tony grabbed one of the small chairs.. Steve snapped out of his daze and actually held a glare. Really Tony? He brought that up.

Steve watched him grab the chair.
He dragged it over to Steve and he set it beside him.

"Sit," Tony said as he walked over to the other chair. Steve grumbled. He sat down and tried to cool off his brain.

Steve almost glared at Tony because he was frustrated.
Tony set his other chair directly across from Steve's. Tony sat down and their knees touched.

"Pepper taught me this game. Well, she got me extremely drunk when we played but I can't exactly do that with you now can I?" Tony smiled and he adjusted in his chair.

Steve was sooo confused.

"What game?" He did not want to play games! He wanted to do other things.
Other things that he had wanted to do FOR DAYS. But Tony was only interested in everything else.

"It's an honesty game," Tony said as Steve slowly started to focus. He was opposed to the game until he heard the honesty pitch.
An honesty game interested him because they had a lot to admit to each other.

"All right. what are the rules?" Steve was interested completely after he heard that.

"We ask each other questions. BUT, we have to keep constant eye contact. If you look away and break eye contact you're obviously DODGING. If you dodge then you don't get to ask a question. You just get more questions to answer. Get it?"

He spoke clearly and he expected Steve to understand. Tony had to tweak the rules a bit since there was no intoxication involved. Steve wouldn't be able to get drunk with him while they played and he really didn't want him to begin with.

"OK. Who asks first?"

"Me duh." Tony stared into Steve's eyes. Steve smiled and sat up straight. Tony was so serious about the game it was hard for Steve not to laugh.

He stared back into his eyes.

"Ok ASK." Hurry up Tony. Steve sat expectedly and the two continued to stare at each other. Tony asked his first question.

"Does Bucky have feelings for you. I mean NON-FRIEND feelings?" Tony needed to know because he didn't like the evil glares that he always got from him.

Steve kept his eye contact. The question was a bit odd but he smiled.
"No. So do I ask a question now?" Steve kept his eye contact, so.

UGH, Tony did not like that response. He wanted more of an elaboration on the subject. He studied Steve's face.

"Yes Steve, you ask me a question."

"Any question that I want?"

Tony took a moment and he cringed a little bit, but then he responded. Tony had his own agenda and he began to regret the question thing.

"Yes. Any question you want." He sighed and Steve gave him a smile. Steve thought about a good question. One came to mind that he had always wanted to ask.

"Do you even have feelings for me? You can never give a solid answer and sometimes I can't tell." Steve's chest started to feel heavy again after he asked the question. He was really nervous to hear Tony's response.

Tony's face began to turn red but he tried to act unaffected. Tony thought that his feelings for Steve were obvious but APPARENTLY that wasn't the case.

He decided a quick answer was best.

"Yes. So, Bucky Wonder doesn't have feelings for you? Are you sure about that? Because he really friggen hates me. This morning was just a small taste of his hatred I can feel it." Tony needed some serious clarification on that.

Steve just kept his eye contact. Tony didn't care to elaborate on his question so Steve tried to rid it from his mind and distract himself from it.

"Where was the question in all of that?" For Steve, it got lost in all the words.

"Are you sure he doesn't have feelings for you? There, answer that."

"Yes, I'm sure. You think that way because Bucky and I have a long history. Or, maybe you think that way because when we were younger we had very questionable sleepovers." Steve decided to tease Tony.

He could see the questions that burned in his head. Steve told him the truth. But, Tony didn't have anything to worry about.

Steve could tell he needed to clarify and say what he actually meant.

"When I was younger I thought that I had feelings for Bucky. I told him one time when he slept over and he told me that he was only interested in women. I was so young and I wasn't sure at the time why we were even friends. My insecurities made me think about all sorts of things. So no, Bucky isn't attracted to me and he really is only my friend."

Tony sat back a bit and he tried to comprehend what he had just heard. Tony's eyes were opened wide and Steve continued.

"It took me a while to process his rejection, I got over it eventually and tried to move on. After I received the serum and we were separated I didn't even notice that I no longer felt that way about him. When I saw him again it wasn't in my mind at all. Our connection isn't like that. We care about each other from a non-romantic place. "

Steve had never vocalized what happened before. It was such a long time ago for him and he felt like he was a different person.

"Bucky is basically like a blood brother Tony. So, you don't have to worry about him living on my floor or being around. He wants to recuperate his mind and he's really struggling to get the programming out of his head. He was programmed to hate you Tony. He doesn't actually hate you."

And, Tony didn't have to worry about anything because Steve was in love with him. Which was probably a stupid decision at that point..

Tony cleared his throat and moved in close to Steve. The taller man crossed his arms and smiled at Tony.

"Does that answer your question?

"Yes it does." Tony was actually satisfied with Steve's answer. Tony knew allllll about being confused at a young age. He thought he was attracted to a whole mess of shit.

Tony decided that he wanted to ask another question. The ultimate question. He knew the answer but he wanted to get the bottom of the situation between Steve and his younger self. He needed to hear Steve's explanation.

"Ok, my next question. What happened that made you so SHITTY during your last mission?" Tony wanted answersssss ASAP.

Tony kept his eye contact strong and he CROSSED HIS ARMS TOO. Tony watched his expression switch from being thoroughly confused too, nervous?

WAS Steve NERVOUS? Tony gasped. Steve looked away. HE BROKE EYE CONTACT.

"AY! How was I?! You slept with me didn't you?" How odd was that question? Steve shook his head and he clearly had a blush on his face.

"I didn't sleep with you." Steve looked back at Tony's face. Ehh?

"Tony I did NOT sleep with you. But.." He wanted to. Steve looked away again. GAHH TONY ALMOST SMACKED HIM because that was twice he broke eye contact.

"BUT? What? What did my sleazy younger self do to you?"

"We... He, he was very interested. Interested in me."

"Did you two kiss?" Tony asked as Steve dodged his eyes.

"Yes. We kissed a few times."

"Did I suck you off or something? Look at you!"

Steve had a bashful grin. He tried to understand the game.
And the soldier dreaded all of his answers because he knew that he was already in trouble.

"So, I don't ever get to ask a question? Because I looked away?"

"Stop trying to act CUTE Steve."
Steve forced himself to look into Tony's eyes. It was VERY difficult.

"I. I got too attached to you. It got physical at times but we never slept together. I wanted to get you out of that situation." Steve painfully tried to answer.

Tony listened and he roughly brought his arms higher upon his chest.

"What situation? You looked away around a million times SO I get to ask until I'm satisfied." Tony just threw rules in there now. But oh well. Steve decided to tread at a careful pace.

The two of them talking was good but he was hesitant to bring up the "situation" Ugh he had to answer.

"The situation between you and Obadiah Stane." Steve just closed his eyes. TCH. Tony forgot about that jerk. He scowled and let Steve speak.

"I lost my mind on that mission. I felt like I messed everything up with you back home and I even tried to get love advice about you from YOU which led to me kissing you and other stuff but NO SEX. We didn't, but I wanted to. I wanted to show you something else then what you had and help you. Maybe make the younger you happy. So, I got distracted."

Tony sat up and he leaned in Steve's direction a bit. He needed to explain something to him.

"It doesn't matter what age you were sent to Steve. 17, 18, 19, 20. I was in that situation ever since I was SIXTEEN. You couldn't have made the younger me happy."

Tony sat back against the chair and looked away at that time.

He was angry. But he found the willpower to discuss it or whatever. Steve opened his eyes and looked at Tony.
Steve decided to ask a question.

"How? how did you two start sleeping together?" He hated ask it. Steve hated himself for asking but he needed to know.

"Do you really want to know?" Tony had never told anyone about Obadiah before. He had never vocalized their sexual relationship with anyone.

Steve just nodded his head. He wanted to know and he thought it would help Tony if he said it out loud.

"It's simple. At MIT I was trying to hook up with someone. I was young, dumb, and I liked the person a lot. He told me he wouldn't sleep with me until I slept with someone else."

Tony rolled his eyes and then he continued to tell Steve the horrible story that he wanted to hear.
"I can pick some WINNERSss. SO, on school break I was all upset. I couldn't talk to my dad about

it because he was a douche. Obi could tell that I was upset and he asked me what my problem was. He asked and I told him. He was "interested" and I fell for it. He gave me his scotch and offered to help me out.."

Tony's shoulders jerked upward. He shrugged and continued.

"Maybe a couple months before I turned seventeen I slept with him. After that, I started using it against him. Whenever I was put under his protection and I wasn't getting something I wanted I'd let him fuck me. I didn't care what it meant to him and at that point I wanted it."

Tony didn't want to play the game anymore. He looked away and for some reason, he started to feel sad.

"I don't know why I wanted it. It was always horrible. It never felt good in my opinion." It was awful. Tony started to feel disgusted and he rubbed at his legs.

"I kept thinking that my dad would stop being a fucking idiot. But, he got my mom killed and Obadiah was all I had. I had no one else. For years I tried to be in relationships. Have a girlfriend or whatever. I didn't want a guy. I slept with every friggen girl I could find. I didn't even have friends! Nothing worked."

He felt like he was being force-fed. All his life that was how he felt. That was why he hated S.H.I.E.L.D. and HE HATED ALL OF IT.

Tony roughly wiped away a tear and he finally looked at Steve.

"When Pepper started working at Stark Industries I fell in love with her. I didn't need Obi anymore. He finally tried to have me killed and now he's DEAD. I killed him. Understand?" Tony quickly brought his hands up to his face. He was about to cry and he did not expect that.

HOLY CRAP he got up to leave but Steve pulled him back. Steve held Tony on his lap and he tried to comfort him.
Ugh he just shoved his face under Steve's.

"I don't want to play anymore." Tony wiped his face and Steve made Tony look at him. The look on Steve's face was so warm. Ughh he kissed Steve's neck and he tried to calm down. There was nowhere to run anymore. Steve knew everything.

"Tony, I want to make you happy. You keep fighting me and I understand why." Steve tried to make Tony look at him again but he wouldn't allow it.

"Would you stop fighting me? Please give me a chance." He was finally able to get Tony to look at him. Tony's face was full of fire.

He was bitter, angry, and still fought with the way he felt. Steve knew he was an emotional person. Tony tried to hide it but when he got mad or emotional the entire room could feel hot.

His emotions were intense.
Steve gently kissed him but it just made Tony turn away.

"Tony, I get one more question right?" Steve smiled and looked into Tony's eyes.
Tony just shook his head no about a hundred times but then he looked into his eyes anyway.

Steve asked the question as the eye contact remained in place.

"Do you love me?"

GAHHH the dreaded question Tony looked away from him. His heart started to beat at a quick pace and Tony avoided Steve's eyes. Steve patiently waited for an answer..

He'd been waiting for months. Wahh wait? when did they start to sleep together? Two months. Three months at that point?

Tony covered his face again and finally answered.

"YES! Fucccckkkinn really? Steve. I do love you." How could he not? He loved him the whole time Steve just NEEDED to hear it. Steve wasn't as confident as he looked.

Tony knew that Steve was a different person before the serum. But, he had just begun to understand what that difference really was and meant.

It meant that the soul and the core of Steve Rogers was a person that was insecure. It shocked Tony to discover that he wasn't as confident as he appeared.

"I'm sorry if I make you think that I don't. I don't want to be difficult." Ohhhh gahhh Tony just wanted to kiss him now.

"I'm seriously done talking about all that useless past bullshit. Even your past bullshit. It's all bullshit and I don't want anyone to go back there and DO anything to it."

Tony got clarification on Bucky, Steve didn't have feelings for his younger self and friggen run away with him or whatever so he felt better. And now Steve knew about that other stuff.

"Tony it's ok."

"No Steve, it's not. CHAPTER fucking closed all right? No more past bullshit. No more time- travel bullshit."

Tony didn't have anything else to ask him and he assumed Steve got all he needed to know. He knew they needed to communicate and Tony was glad to get that out of the way and out of his life.

"Ok. Chapter closed." Steve agreed. It was time to move on from all of it.
Tony wiped away his final tear. The idea of chapter closed really worked well in his head.

"Sooo we can kiss now," Tony said seriously as Steve laughed loudly.
Tony cracked him up. Steve laughed so hard and he set his forehead against Tony's shoulder.

"Caaaann I take you to bed?" Steve asked against his shoulder. He was hesitant when he asked because Tony's train of thought could turn on a dime.

Steve had to be sure.

"UH wull. Yeah." Duh. Tony almost rolled his eyes because that was supposed to be obvious.

HO DAMN! Steve picked him up and Tony gripped his shoulders. Steve took him awaaaaay from the chairs. The two dropped onto the small bed in the bedroom and Tony noticed the noises it made immediately.

AHAHAH hoo man he thought it was going to be interesting.

Steve finally did not have a worry in the world. Sure, if he thought about it he could stress out about a lot of things. But he was content being in the moment he was in. He touched Tony's face and just enjoyed the contact.

Their clothes were still on for the time being and they only kissed.
Tony tried to relax his body completely. Steve ran the show and moved more on top of him, he kissed him everywhere he could.

It felt amazing. Tony closed his eyes and just let Steve do as he pleased.

He kissed his neck and his mouth. Tony sat up and slowly wrestled out of his shirt. Tony threw it far and smiled against Steve's lips.
Steve kissed his chest, his scars. Everything he could because finally Tony didn't triple think about what he wanted.

He traveled down the bed a bit. Steve pulled Tony's jeans off from his ankles and tossed them beside the bed. Then he grabbed his red underwear and pulled it off him as well. Tony was completely exposed and Steve was next.

Tony stared at that crisp clean shirt for a moment but then he wanted it gone. Tony tossed it far like the other articles of clothing. Steve found his way back to Tony's lips and they just roughly kissed each other.

They didn't say anything, they just touched and kissed. They spoke to each other so much and so often and two always became quiet when they were together intimately.

Unless Tony teased him. That was the only time they spoke when things were heated.

Steve always explored him. Each move he made was documentation. Tony liked to be kissed on the neck.
He'd always gasp when Steve would grip his hips. Steve made mental notes months ago about what he liked and he gave it to him every time they were together..

Tony made Steve sit up and he unbuttoned his pants. He pushed the jeans and his underwear down his hips and Steve helped the rest of the way.

"Turn over for me.." Steve spoke quietly as he sat back toward the edge of the bed.

Tony complied and turned over. He rest on his stomach and Tony started to tap his feet together. He waited looked around Steve's bedroom. Steve began to hunt for some lubricant. Tony looked back to see what the hold up was.

"Steve I packed some.."
"Oh did you? Why am I not surprised?" Steve had a smile that Tony loved to see. AY Steve wasn't the only one that hadn't had sex ya know...

"Don't act innocent. I know you packed some too. Or you have some here. Don't even try to lie." Golden boy.

"I didn't expect this to happen at all. I packed nothing and I have nothing like that." Steve's face was flustered. Hell yeah he did! Hahaha Tony looked back at him with a grin.

"Look at your face." Steve couldn't lie to save his life. It was adorable. Steve didn't comment any further because he found what he searched for. He brought the bottle of lube over to Tony and it was inspected instantly.

"HAH! That's not mine." Tony fucking knew it.
Steve just pushed him playfully and said nothing. He was shy about it for some reason. Probably because Tony knew.

Sometimes it felt like they could read each other's minds. Steve pulled Tony up by his hips and Tony maneuvered onto all fours.
Gahh Steve needed to fuck him because the past few days were a challenge. No damn foreplay he needed to ...

Steve had a lot of pent up frustration to work out. He coated two of his fingers and he slowly started to prep Tony.

Steve was hard. Very hard. Tony hadn't even taken notice of it at that point. He just relaxed and let Steve do his thing. By the time he worked the second finger in Steve was a lot closer to him. Tony leaned back a bit and he felt how hard he actually was.

"Lemme see that bottle.." Tony said quietly as Steve handed it over. Tony popped it open and he dripped some of the liquid over his hand. He reached to Steve's cock and gently ran his hand over the very sensitive skin.

Steve shuddered the moment he got some much-needed attention down there. He had to bite his tongue.

He eased his fingers in and out of Tony with one hand and he reached over and stroked Tony with the other. Steve was ready to pounce. He was so erect it was tortureeee! Tony coated Steve's cock with a bit more lubricant and then he went back as he was. Both of his hands gripped the bed.

Steve edged his cock in, he pushed gently and watched Tony's body language carefully. There was no hesitation from his smaller frame.

Steve worked himself in deeper and Tony pushed back gently against him. He turned his head and the two started to kiss..
SHIT. Steve was reeeeaaaallly friggen hard Tony gasped and dealt with the stretch.

As soon as his mouth was free he decided to tease Steve some more.
"Would it turn you on even more if I call you Yankee?" HE HAD TO ASK. Tony quietly laughed as Steve thrust up and gasped.

Steve looked like he was about to cum. His breath was louder after he heard that comment and he bit at Tony's shoulder.

Was that a yes?
Steve released the skin from Tony's shoulder and he moved back where he was.
"Did you really have to say that? Right when I start." Steve couldn't believe Tony. What was he supposed to SAY?

Steve tried to ignore what he said and he struggled to keep things slow. One of his favorite things to do was...
Steve couldn't even think it. He was so aroused.

"It's ok if it turns you on Steve. I think it's cute." HMMPHH Steve grew tired of being teased. He grabbed Tony's hips and worked his cock in deep. He gradually increased the speed of his motions after each thrust. He built up a heavy rhythm and Tony shut his mouth. Tony shut up completely and he hid his face against the bed.

Steve could hear quiet gasps from Tony. They were muffled by the sheets beneath them. That frustrated him because he wanted to hear him. So he pulled out and slowly turned him over. He directed Tony onto his back and Steve was pulled into a forceful kiss.

Tony lifted his legs up on Steve's sides and he dropped his hands beside his head. He looked up at him and attempted to catch his breath.
Steve got a pillow and he secured it under Tony's lower half.

He stared down at Tony and started to stroke him so Tony didn't feel neglected.

"Stop teasing me.." he almost demanded but in such a nice way.

"Fuck me hard Yankeee." Tony covered his face with his hand and tried not to laugh. The bed creaked, it felt like it was going to fall apart, and Steve was so aroused. It was sad.

How could Tony not laugh at that?

Steve did not like to be teased, but he slowly found the humor in it. He just rolled his eyes and looked over Tony's body.
Tony moaned when Steve lunged back into action. Tony grabbed his own cock to keep it still as Steve started to fuck him again.

For some reason, Tony was the one that was turned on by the whole Yankee thing. He was so much more aroused after he voiced his thought out loud.

He wondered if he was sick in the head? Now, that was all he could think about. He started to stroke himself as Steve's grip got stronger.

Steve was too aroused for Tony's games. He had too much sexual frustration going on and he was about to explode if Tony said Yankee one more time.
Great, now that was the only thing he could think about.

The pace of his thrusts increased, his breathing became loud, and gahh everything got ten million degrees hotter. He pulled Tony up just as he started to cum. They both moaned as Tony rode him out to completion. The two tightly wound their arms around each other.

Fuuuckk Tony tried to catch his breath. Steve was a beast.
That was just round one. It was definitely going to be an all-day and all-night thing. Tony already planned on doing it multiple times and in multiple ways.

Steve was gunna bottom next because Tony needed to have some fun with him. Because now he was aroused and he had his own frustrations to get rid of.

At some point, the sun disappeared. When? who knew, the two did not keep track of the time. In the middle of the night, they slept way too close to each other. The bed was smaller than the normal bed

they shared so they were coiled all around each other. The contact between them caused Tony to wake up.

Well wait, something else caused Tony to wake up. He felt that strange sensation in his chest and he stared out into the night. Tony inhaled and he touched his chest.
Fuck, it felt so strange. He wanted to yell for Jarvis to check his vitals but there was no Jarvis in Steve's apartment.

He stared at Steve and a memory came to his mind. He remembered Steve and his younger self in that damn hotel bed. Tony could recall the conversation between the two and it made him smile.

Steve was asleep, but Tony felt that odd sensation in his chest stir around and he leaned toward him. He gave Steve that gentle kiss and the soldier woke up.

Ack. busted. Tony smiled and Steve laughed a little. Tony leaned back in and gave him another gentle kiss. They were so close at that point, all coiled around in a way that aroused both of them. Steve deepened that gentle kiss and they just started to have sex again. The poor bed didn't last the weekend where it was.

They actually moved the bed into the living room and they slept out there instead.

Tony woke up the next morning with a splendid head of bed hair and a permanent blush that would remain on his face a friggen month.
Gahh he had never slept so good. He looked around Steve's living room and decided that his apartment was now his haven where he'd go whenever he got too stressed out.

Fuck Miami. And fuck all those other places. Steve's apartment was so simple and peaceful. Mhaaa he wanted to get out of bed because the smell of food called his name.

Ugh, he forced himself to get up. His legs wobbled and he could hardly stand. Tony powered through and hunted for his bag. He pulled out a pair of slacks and he stole one of Steve's shirts. IT WAS HUGE on him. Tony pulled the slacks up over his hips and he closed his bag.

He wandered through the small apartment. Some crooner music played on the ancient music machine and Tony headed for Steve.

Steve did what he always did. He made him some food. Tony walked into the kitchen area and he hugged Steve's waist. He pressed his face against his crisp clean shirt and just thought about stuff.

"Hello, Tony." Steve tried to look at him but Tony refused to move from that spot.

"Hi Steve." He kept his very warm face against his back.

"How are you?" Steve asked him as Tony held in his laughter. Steve ALWAYS FRIGGEN ASKED HIM THAT.
How was he?

"I'm good. I'm pretty good." Tony figured things would be ok. He still had some things to work out and that list of his to finish. But, for the first time in a long while, Tony felt really happy.

Steve put their food on a plate and he set it beside the stove.

"Steve, I wanna try the whole relationship thing. What do you think?" Tony kept his face pressed against that shirt.

"You already know what I think Tony." Steve turned off the heat and he tried to move toward the table. Steve was stuck in an awkward position and he tried to look over at Tony.

Tony held him in place for a moment longer. Everything felt really good. His head, his heart, his body, the whole friggen enchilada. Tony just wanted to hold onto it.

Steve tried not to laugh and he just held onto the plate.

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