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A/N: I just gave you three chapters in a day, you can give me a review, even if it is only two words. (It can't be one, I have standards.) For those who are confused, either in the next chapter or the one after that everything will be explained to the best of my ability.

Chapter 10

Tony cautiously wandered upstairs, not putting it past Steve to hide and then ambush him once he got upstairs. When he got to the kitchen there was no Steve, something he thought would never be glad of, just Bucky and Bruce sitting at the table. Tony went to the fridge and pulled out an apple before sitting on the counter beside Bucky.

"You should tell Steve to leave me alone," Tony informed Bucky. He didn't look up from where he was playing checkers with Bruce. "Really, you should,"

"I would have thought that you would have liked it," Bucky said, idly moving one of his players.

"No, he's being annoying," Tony complained. "Plus, he's there, but I can't touch him, and he's driving me insane."

"He's probably just intimidated by you," Bucky said, frowning when Bruce took one of his pieces.

"Why would Steve be intimidated by me?" Tony squawked, leaning back against one arm.

"Because, you're experienced," Bruce piped in.

"Yeah, by him!" Tony protested to Bucky. Bucky shrugged.

"But he doesn't remember that," Bucky said logically.

"Plus, he kissed me!" Tony blurted, not remembering that he was trying to keep that little factoid hidden until he couldn't.

"He did what?" Bucky asked, abandoning the game, because frankly, that kind of loss was bad for his reputation. He punched Tony in the arm. "Why didn't you tell me?"

"Because nothing is going to happen because of it," Tony said, punching him back. Bucky sent him a look and punched Tony again, this time in the stomach. Tony abandoned his apple and launched at Bucky, wrestling them down to the ground.

"Ow, you…" Bucky growled, interrupted as Tony playfully pushed him in the jaw.

"Ow, that actually hurt," Tony complained as Bucky rolled him into the table. The table buckled, probably weakened by the last time Thor had slammed a hand down on it, crashing down on top of them, and Bucky punched it off of them with his metal arm, sending it flying and smashing into the vase Phil had bought. Bruce wisely retreated around the corner before he got hit with something.

"We're going to get in trouble for that," Tony paused, his knees pinning down Bucky's thighs.

"I'll tell them it was you," Bucky said, flipping Tony over his shoulder in what decidedly was an army move.

"Hey," Tony protested, grappling Bucky's shoulders. "You can't use the moves Steve taught us in the army."

"I can if I want," Bucky said. Tony flashed him a look and then used his hips and shoulders to push Bucky up and off of him. Bucky flew through the air and landed on his metal arm on the glass coffee table, shattering it easily.

"Hey! I paid a lot of money for that!" Tony complained. Bucky stood up, calmly brushing the glass off of his shoulders before pouncing on Tony, both of them hitting the sofa roughly. Tony picked up a pillow and smacked Bucky in the face with it, cackling wildly.

"What is going on?"

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Steve stared with wide eyes at the mess around him, stepping cautiously around the glass. Bucky and Tony peeked over the couch's back, eye's wide.

"James did it," Tony said, pointing at Bucky in the same moment that Bucky spoke.

"Anthony did it," He said, pointing a finger back at Tony.

Steve opened his mouth to speak, but suddenly he choked, images flickering quickly behind his eyes.

Brown eyes sparkling at him, mouth curled in a smile as a hand was held out to him.

"You call that fighting?"

Warm laughter echoing throughout the apartment as a tan arm and pale arm threw socks into the bucket in tandem.

"You have the worst aim I've ever seen."

Soft lips pressed against his, moving in rhythm.

His bed made warmer by a second body curled around his.

"Love you, Steve."

Brown eyes peering out at him from under an army helmet.

"Where you go, I follow,"

A body pushing him away from the edge, just as a blast fired, hitting the body and sending the body flying over the edge, straight down into a river of Russia.

Brown eyes.

Warm hands.

Messy hair.

Tony.

Tony.

Tony.

"Love you forever, baby,"

"Steve, baby, breathe, you're okay, breathe, what's wrong, what hurts, breathe," Warm hands cradled his jaw, knees on either side of his hips, and Steve's eyes fluttered open to stare at the man who meant the world to him.

How had he forgotten Tony?

"Tony," He breathed. Tony looked worriedly down at him, gently disentangling his hands from where they were clutching at his hair.

"What happened Steve?" Tony asked. Steve shook his head, wrapping his arms around Tony's hips.

"No," Steve protested. "Tony," He repeated, trying to fuse all the love and warmth into the one word that he could. Tony's hand trembled as he pressed his fingertips to Steve's lips, looking at Steve with a fragile look.

"Steve?" He asked. Steve nodded and Tony's face crumpled into a smile as he moved forward and pressed his face into Steve's neck, Steve's shirt becoming damp. Steve pressed his nose into Tony's hair; breathing in Tony's familiar scent that he didn't realize was so familiar until a second ago. "I love you."

"Love you forever," Steve promised.