Disclaimer: I own nobody. Though if I did, I would definitely own Tom Hiddleston. (I know, I know, he's not even in this story. But I love him.)

A/N: This is the end. I am terrible at plot, so you'll have to answer the rest of your own questions. Or, you, know, review and tell me them.

Chapter 15

Tony climbed into bed beside Steve, smiling when his warm arm wrapped sleepily around his waist. Well, he was probably beaming. He knew that he still had to worry about the enemy that had erased him from Steve's mind, that Fury was probably incredibly angry with them and quite possibly considering launching a nuke at them (because wasn't that the answer to everything for them?), but he was quite possibly the happiest he had ever been. Even back in the nineteen forties he hadn't been this happy, as they had to keep their relationship all hush, hush. But it was accepted here. Even marriage was legal in some places.

Steve curled closer and hugged him tight.

Yes, Tony was ecstatic.

When Tony woke up he stretched out and then brought his limbs back in with confusion. Where was Steve? Though usually he got up early, ever since he remembered he had stayed in bed until Tony wake up, probably because he knew that Tony would have a panic attack if he wasn't there.

Calm down, Tony bid himself. Steve was probably just in the kitchen or going to the bathroom.

"JARVIS, where's Steve?" Tony asked, getting to his feet. JARVIS remained silent and Tony's panic swelled. "JARVIS?"

Tony picked up the tablet that Steve had left on the side, swiping his finger across the picture of them that Steve had as the lock screen. He would admire it later.

He pulled up JARVIS' statistics and growled when he saw a bug being planted. His fingers blurred across the screen. It was a weak bug, just enough to preoccupy JARVIS and take away his ability to talk, but not enough to actually hurt him.

So basically, just enough to give them a chance to steal Steve.

No one stole Tony's Steve.

Steve knew right away, when he woke up, that he was not in the tower. He knew this because Tony was a major clinger (not that he was complaining) and Tony's arms were not around him.

He narrowed his eyes behind his lids and listened carefully. A gruff voice was talking, probably two rooms away, and it was certainly no one that Steve knew. Steve opened his eyes and ripped his wrists easily from them. It was almost pathetic how easy it was.

He opened the door, surprised that they didn't even try to lock it, and wandered down the hallway.

These people had the audacity to take him from Tony.

They were going to pay.

Steve raised a hand to protect his eyes from the glare of the sun. He punched in the phone number into the stolen phone. It didn't even finished ringing once.

"Steve?" Tony asked.

"Yeah, Tony, I'm-"

"We know where you are, we're on our way, less than two minutes." He interrupted. "Love you."

"Love you too," Steve said, smiling. He sat down to wait for the one person he would wait the rest of his life for, content in the knowledge that as long as that person was coming for him, everything would always be right.