Summary: Reading the last reply, Steve makes up his mind and wrap up his 'soul searching'.
Steve had to admit, the moment he had sent the message to Bruce he have been checking his phone constantly at 5 minute intervals. He was anxious and he tried his best not to show it but ultimately failed.
At a bit past 2 in the afternoon, he slipped out of the room he had settled in and grabbed something to eat from the kitchen before going back in. He didn't see any of the other avengers there which, in his opinion, was a good thing. Less questions to answer if they did come up. He was sure he'd be getting a lot from Jarvis anyway.
Once he came back in his room, he checked his phone again and saw a message from Bruce. Placing the slice of cake he had swiped on the bedside table, he grabbed the phone and read the message that was sent to him.
A heavy sigh was all that came out of him after reading all of it. He was a big idiot and that's the truth. Bruce was right, he tended to over analyze things and that usually caused problems like these. He should stop doing things with his head all the time, and maybe just let things happen as they come.
Bruce had hit it spot on, as usual. Then again, after being together for such a long time it's not surprising. Steve knew that at this point in time, Bruce knew him better than he knew himself.
Shaking his head, he smiled and got up. "Hey Jarvis?" he called out.
"Clothes are already back in your room, Captain," came Jarvis' smooth reply. Steve wondered if the guy also knew him better than he gave him credit for.
"Thanks."
"You're welcome."
And with that, Steve grabbed the slice of cake he had abandoned and opted to finish it in the bedroom he shared with Bruce. Who knows, maybe Bruce would be back by the time Steve finishes an episode or two of Doctor Who.
He'll make it up to him then.
END