Steve walked into the bedroom. He would have called it their bedroom yesterday but now he was not sure if that was still the case. He took about three steps before watching a flying bottle soar past him. It was obviously not meant to hit him, only deter his entrance. Another came flying again missing him by miles. These were obviously not the first bottles thrown. Steve was thankful for his boots as they kept the glass, which crunched beneath him, from cutting into his feet.
"Tony…"
"Go Away!" The man who sat, slumped, surrounded by beer bottles on the bed yelled.
"Tony, if you really want me to leave I will leave but I need you to listen to me first."
"mmpsh." The sound was probably meant to be a command to leave again but Tony had drifted face first into the bed.
"I love you, you know this. You know that I would never do anything to hurt you and yet you would believe the paparazzi over me, over Nat and Clint and Bruce." Steve could feel tears prickling at his eyes.
The image from this morning was still seared in his brain. All over the TV, a picture of Steve and some blond haired, girl kissing on the street. Everyone took this to mean that they were right, Steve was too good for Tony and had finally thrown him away. But that was wrong, as their friends could admit too. The girl had come running up to him, asking for an autograph. As always he accepted reaching out for the pen and paper in her hands when all of a sudden there was a body flush against his and lips forcing themselves onto his own. Someone had snapped the picture at that moment, at an angle that made it obvious who it was but avoided the surprised eyes Steve had been sporting. Not a second later Steve had gently but firmly removed the girl and Nat, Clint and Bruce all ran up to shoo her and the paparazzi away.
When they had finally gotten home Steve had been ready to tell Tony about his horrible experience and have his love kiss away the girl. And receive some jealous love in the bedroom.
Instead he had walked in the door with his team behind him to find the image already on the TV, tony standing in front of it with his eyes wide and teary. He had turned to them and immediately began to yell at Steve. When they all tried to get Tony to understand Tony had ran away to his room.
While Steve had wanted to immediately run to him Natasha had made him wait. Once finally able to escape Jarvis had told him where Tony was and warned his of the man's state. Thankfully Jarvis knew the truth, certain that Steve would never cheat on Tony.
"But I saw you!" Tony screamed, suddenly on his feet, though swaying drunkenly.
"She forced the kiss on me Tony, I immediately moved her away but they were able to get that picture first. She must have had it planned." Steve cried, begging Tony to believe him.
Tony looked less sure now "Would all of us, Natasha, Clint and Bruce lie to you. Do you really believe I would do something like this to you?"
"I…I" Tony suddenly began to cry throwing himself into Steve's arms. Steve gathered the man into his hands before walking to and sitting down on the bed.
Tony was now full on sobbing.
"It's okay dear, I know. I love you, forever and always." Steve whispered in the crying man's ear.
