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A/N: Give me reviews or give me death! (Also, I'm not suicidal, that was just based off of give me liberty or give me death.) I think we're going to get to the good part in this chapter. Never mind, we didn't.
Chapter 9
He can't? Steve thought brokenly, looking at the door Tony had fled from. What did that mean?
He stood up and followed after Tony, because if he was one thing, he was stubborn, and he never stood down from a fight, even when he was less than a hundred pounds soaking wet. And until Tony told him in certain terms that he did not want him, he would not stop fighting for his love.
He walked down to Tony's workshop, punching in his code.
"I regret to inform you, but your code no longer works." Jarvis informed Steve. Steve looked around the door through the glass, catching sight of Tony. His fingers were blurring as the moved over a screen, his eyes steadfastly not leaving his work.
Steve tried to pretend that didn't hurt as much as it did. Even when they were fighting, that first time, Tony had looked him right in the eye.
Steve sat down in front of the workshop, content to sit there until Tony came out or passed out. (Then he would break the glass.) He was going nowhere.
He was still there.
Tony couldn't believe Steve was still there.
It shouldn't have surprised him, because the man was the most stubborn person Tony had ever met. But it did, because he didn't think that Steve cared enough to wait outside for him. Perhaps once, but not any more.
But he was still there.
Tony spared a glance at Steve's broad shoulders.
Why was he still there?
Steve shifted his sock once and then tried again, trying to match the annoying line with his toes. His socks were the star spangled ones that Tony had bought him for a joke but Steve liked them, as they were warm and actually fit over his ankles. It was strange, when he had first been changed, to realize that most everything on him was bigger. On his bad days, when he felt like he wasn't him anymore, because they had made him into a dancing monkey, he would spend time in front of the mirror, picking out what was the same. His jaw, for one, and his eyes were also a constant. His ears and his hair remained the same as well.
"Steve," Clint appeared. "We have a mission to go on,"
"Oh right," Steve said, shooting a disappointed look towards were Tony was still puttering around in his workshop. He supposed it was good, though. He'd rather Tony have this time to come out and get something to eat before disappearing again without him thinking Steve had given up on him. And it was only a quick one. He banged on the glass and Tony jumped but didn't look at him. "We're going on a mission, we'll be back soon."
Tony stared after Steve, watching him until he was out of view.
"Be safe," He whispered after him.