Because Steve Rogers is like the second love of my life I couldn't possibly make him into a bad guy in this. People make mistakes and that's how I see all this. One big whooping mistake. There is and never will be any Steve bashing. I will wrap him in my blankets and make him a burrito to protect him!
Bruce tried to smile as genuinely as possible. It was true what he had told Tony, he didn't blame Steve completely for what happened, but he couldn't say that the soldiers hands were clean in the situation either. It takes two to tango and Steve had definitely tangoed. It was just unfortunate that it was with Bruce's husband.
"Bruce," Steve greeted him with a nervous smile as he stood up politely when Bruce reached the table.
"Steve, it's good to see you." And, it wasn't a lie, he had missed his friend, missed everybody.
"I will admit to being a bit surprised to hear you say that." Steve scratched the back of his neck as he reseated himself.
"Well, to not be glad to see you would imply that I dislike or hate you, which I don't." Bruce shrugged , picking up the menu and glancing through the options even though he wasn't feeling at all hungry.
"I want to apologies. For... For everything." The look on Steve's face was so raw, and sincere it almost made Bruce feel bad for causing whatever stressors this situations has surely caused for him.
"Look, Steve," Bruce sighed, pulling his glasses off and rubbing his eyes. "like I said, I don't hate you, you're my friend but, I'm severely hurt and so so angry with you. I mean... I thought." He paused to take a deep breath before he began to cry for what felt like the millionth time in the past few months. After a few seconds of silence Bruce let it all out. "I thought you of all people would never, ever do this. You're the most trustworthy person in the world and then... And then this happens, and I don't know what the hell to believe in anymore because if I can't have faith and trust in you, then how in the hell am I gonna be able to have it for anyone else?"
"And, I know that's wrong and I shouldn't put that kind of pressure on you, but Steve.. You have to know how much I admired you."
Neither spoke for awhile, Steve's eyes were glassy and rimmed red, his teeth digging deep into his bottom as he fought back a sob.
"You have to know, how completely and utterly sorry I am." The blonde finally broke.
"I know," Bruce said quietly. "I can see it written all over your face."
Steve shook his head rapidly. "I never wanted to hurt you, it just.. It just happened, Bruce. I'm so sorry." He whispered.
Bruce's hands shook has he reached over to grip the hand that Steve had clutched in the tablecloth.
"Hello, are we ready to order?" A voice cut in.
Bruce looked up to see a small blonde woman looking hesitant and worried, eyes bouncing between the two men.
"Can we have a little more time?" Bruce asked politely, voice rough from suppressed emotion.
"Of course." The girl replied relieved, before scurrying off to her other tables.
"I'll give you one thing, Rogers." Steve looked up quickly. "You have impeccable taste in men." He smirked and Steve's mouth quirked even if he didn't want it to. Bruce decided that he and Steve would be just fine.
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