(No Smut. I'm sorry, I can't.)
Tony's fists were clenched tightly.
"Tony?" Steve asked. He was afraid of what he had just unleashed.
"Why didn't you tell me when we first got together? I could have- I-I" Tears spilled down his cheeks. "I'm so sorry Cap."
"Tony, it's not your fault. It was mine-"
"No! It wasn't your fault!" Tony snapped. Steve was taken aback. "My dad was a prick, sure, but I never knew he was a rapist. I'm sorry Cap. You deserve a lot better than me."
"Tony, stop it." Steve ordered. Tony's brown eyes met the Cap's perfect baby blue ones. "Sure, when it happened, I felt like I could have helped it, or stopped it. But if it hadn't happened, I might not have crashed into the ice. Then I would have been with Peggy, and not here with you. I would have never met you, and then what? You'd be alone. So, don't be sad for me. Be glad that I'm here now, with you."
"I love you Steve. You're my world."
"I love you too Tony. I'd be really lost without you." They hugged.
"I know you would be, Cap. Come on. I'm beat." Tony yawned.
"Actually, I want to take a shower." Steve smiled at Tony.
"Ugh, Okay. I'll wait up for you." They headed up stairs, Steve complaining the whole way that Tony didn't have to. After Tony began ignoring him completely, Steve gave up and took a shower.
Tony would never have admitted it, but he had had flashbacks for Afghanistan. All he wanted was to forget both. Steve was already worried about him anyway. The first night they had decided to share a room, at that time it was two spate beds, Tony had had terrible nightmares about it again. Steve woke him up, and pushed their beds tighter so he could hold Tony after his nightmares.
There was one time; Tony had woken up on his own from a nightmare. Steve was still sound asleep, still dealing with his own. Tony held him until he quieted down. That man could sleep through anything. Of course, Tony was still worried if he had allowed himself anytime to get over the Post-Traumatic Stress and the Culture Shock. It didn't help he was probably still trying to get over the fact everyone he knew and loved was dead.
"Aw, he fell asleep." He heard Steve whispered. Tony hadn't realized how tired he really was.
"I'm not asleep." Tony managed. He was close. Tony felt Steve's well built arms warp around him, and carry him to their bed.
"It's okay Tony. Just go to bed." Steve said. Tony was snoring before he hit the mattress. Steve chuckled. He dressed in his pajamas. Steve kissed Tony on the head, and was about to crawl in bed, when he heard a knock on the door. He got up and answered the door. "Can I- You." Steve's heart stopped. "What are you doing here?! I thought you- you were-"
"Now, Steve is that anyway to greet the man who helped create you?" Howard Stark asked.