What's wrong with me? Steve asked himself, glaring at the Malibu coast. His motorcycle roared as the ocean passed right past him. It was a beautiful day in California, the ocean as blue as the sky, the gentle ocean breeze running through his air. He should be enjoying days like this. He was doing anything but.
Steve sped up considerably as he thought about it. It's Tony. I should be used to him bringing home girls every night, Steve told himself. But he wasn't used to it. Every time Tony brought a girl back to the mansion after attending a party or another, something within his chest ached.
And today it hit him harder than ever.
They were supposed to be on vacation. While the rest of the Avengers went their separate ways, visiting friends, family or just getting the hell away, Steve had nowhere to really go. Anyone he could have called friend were long gone. He didn't feel like experiencing a new, frustrating 21st century. So when Tony invited him to spend a week or so in Malibu with him, he was grateful. Happy even, that Tony had thought to spend time with him. Steve knew that the genius billionare playboy philanthropist could have spent his vacation with anyone, but he had chosen to spend it with him—dorky, (extremely) socially awkward him.
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