A/N: Here we are, chapter two...more drama and heart break for them all. What can you say when you find out that the man you look up to is really upset with you still, forced to make up for a fight...? Not to mention he's not the man you really looked up to in the beginning.
Hints of Steve/Tony in this chapter. I'm debating on making this a love triangle thing for more drama...
This chapter has been BETA'd by Daiya Amaya
Metallic Heart 02
The Man I Looked Up To Once Upon A Time
Many people believed Tony Stark not to have a heart. Slowly, he himself began to believe it when he found himself pushing away the other Avengers...just as his father did to him. But is there one man out there that can change his mind? FrosIron.
Ding, dong, ding, dong, ding, dong, ding, dong.
Tony sighed softly, running a hand through his head. Finally, he had finished the damn shield, just as he heard the doorbell ring. He had moved to his home in another state, which was in Miami, one of his many houses actually. He had moved there to get away from the New York Times header about him. It hurt that people still thought about him as "The Merchant of Death" or anything else that happened in his past at that. It just wasn't right to even pry into things like that...his personal life...all for an article of all things at that!
"Tony, will you open up?" Rogers that was whom the voice happened to belong to, him of all people! He sighed, telling JARVIS to open the door. In a few moments, Rogers walked inside, looking uneasy. Tony swerved his chair to face the captain, leaning back against it. Awkward silence then filled the room, neither knowing what to really say.
Finally, Tony was the one to break the silence. "What do you want Steve?" He asked plainly. Rogers flinched at that and took a deep breath. He was debating on what he should start with…
"I'm sorry." Rogers began then. "I know what happened wasn't your fault, and it shouldn't have happened…so I'm sorry." He paused. "I didn't know…you looked up to me…" He said softly, glancing at a picture, he blinked; it was of him, Howard, and his old best friend… What was that doing here?
"…you're wrong." Tony said softly. Rogers blinked and looked at Tony for a moment. He picked up the picture and glanced at it again. "I look up to that man in that picture." He replied harshly then. Rogers' eyes darkened and he took a deep breath. He set the picture down and slowly turned to face Tony, seeing the others man's arms were crossed.
"That man huh?" Rogers sighed softly. "And why not me, Anthony?" He asked, leaning back against a wall. Tony looked at Rogers for a long moment before closing his eyes, thinking back.
"The man I heard about in stories, tales, and learned about…was nothing like you. You have changed from the man I looked up to. No…the you I know, was nothing like that man unless in battle." Tony glanced at what he was working at. "I grew up on stories of Captain America, Rogers. I listened to his tales that was how I grew up because my own father looked up to you…" He closed his eyes. "But he always will look down on me."
"…I never would have thought the Howard I knew, would act like this to his own…son." Rogers whispered softly. "He doesn't appear to be the same man…at all." He had a hard time managing to say those words, about one of his friends. He took a breath. "I didn't know that the old me was the one thing that actually linked you two in a father-son way…"
"Yeah, of course you didn't. Not many people do know about how my past is, Pep, Rhodey, heck Clint knew a bit but not all of it…" Tony sighed. "Doesn't matter though does it? All I firkin do is push people away." He ran a hand through his hair. "Most people believe that as well…" He paused and sadly smiled. "Hell…My father never told me he loved me…he never even told me he liked me."
"Tony…Howard is gone now…you know that…so why do you still look back on that?" He whispered softly. Tony took a breath and closed his eyes slowly.
"He pushed me away Rogers…my own father pushed me away…do you know…how hard that is to accept? My Mother always was smiling, trying to make it better, but it wasn't Rogers. When they died, I was all alone in myworld. My father never accepted me actually doing my best…he probably still wouldn't…"
Rogers took a deep breath. He never would understand just what Tony had gone through in his life, and he knew that starting to try now wouldn't exactly…help him. He didn't know how badly that the man right in front of him had a life so screwed up. "Anthony…" Rogers said softly. The other man looked up at him. "Our fight, it was over something so…trivial, but it was because of your past, wasn't it?" He asked softly.
"…" Tony took a deep breath. "You say my father was a great man Rogers, you say that he was a strong smart man, you say…that I need to be more like him. So, yeah, that is why we fought…I don't want to be like him…the one father out there that probably believes his son really is heartless!"
Rogers didn't know how to reply to that, he didn't know how Tony had seen his dad, and he didn't understand how a man that great to him could change so much. The next words probably shocked him the most. "You know Rogers…I never hated him that much as a child. I kidded myself into thinking I did, but the person I really hated was you." Rogers stood there, the words sinking in. "I didn't want to realize that Rogers, but now I do. I hated you because my father always looked up to you…and I was what he looked down on. You're tales fascinated me, but they made me hate you because that was all he talked about…Captain America was the one thing he would always speak about…I was just in the way…" His voice dropped. "He admired you, making me-"Rogers couldn't take it anymore. He hugged the smaller man; it was the one thing he knew that people still used for comfort.
"Anthony, I'm sorry…I didn't know, I couldn't control it, and I'm sorry I took your own father away from you…Hell, I never would have dreamed that tales of me would cause problems like that…" He trailed off when he spotted what Tony had been working on. "…my new shield?" He whispered.
"…yeah…that's it Rogers. It's almost finished, just needed to keep painting it, and then soon it will be done…" Tony said as the captain pulled back. Honestly, Tony didn't know how to take what he had heard, or the fact that Steve Rogers had hugged him. Rogers picked up the shield and looked it over.
"It looks vanished; it looks like my old one." He commented and then looked at Tony, blinking some. "What does it happen to be missing?"
Tony managed a small laugh from that, obliviousness, and a lot of it. "'A'" He replied. "That is what it is missing Rogers." The man's baffled look was also rather amusing. "You're an Avenger remember? The first one at that. Thus, I am painting a red 'A' in the middle of the star…so then you are Captain America-an Avenger. Get it now?" He smirked and Rogers smiled, nodding some.
"Then why don't I help you finish it? It is my shield after all Tony." Rogers commented and laughed some. Tony chuckled and looked at his many other projects. Maybe Rogers helping him finish the shield wouldn't be too bad with all of the other things he had to do.
"Sure, go ahead Rogers…uh; you do know what to do right?" He asked as the other just picked up a paintbrush. Rogers blinked, nodding. Tony chuckled some and handed the other a stencil, he attached it to the shield so the other could paint the 'A' correctly. Rogers blinked, then nodded some and began to paint inside of the stencil so he could get it right as Tony turned to work on something else. Rogers paused, glancing at Tony and thinking to himself. Hopefully now he has forgotten about the paper article. Seems my mission to cheer him up a bit-
"Rogers…just one question. Do you think I really have a heart?" And he had failed...
A/n: Well there is the end, I'm sorry it's shorter than it should be but I didn't want to go any further or risk something for the next chapter. Next chapter we have our first Loki and Tony interaction...and we shall see how that goes~Also vote for the pole on the pairing on my page, or at least check it out~
