Steve sat at the top of the Avenger's mansion. Despite the city-lights, he could make out the few bright stars in the sky. After 70 years nothing had changed. He used to do this with Bucky. They would sneak out late at night, and watch the stars—dreaming of what they would do when they grew up. He had hoped to show Peggy one day, when the war was over, when they didn't have to be soldiers anymore.
But Steve knew that day would never come.
He had stopped crying long ago. There were only so many tears you could shed for a life you didn't—couldn't—have lived. He missed Bucky and he regretted never getting the chance to dance with Peggy, never telling her how he felt. It seemed he missed a lifetime of chances.
He heard a door open and light filtered in from behind. "Steve?" Tony's voice called out to him. A sad smile crossed his face as he turned to face him. Tony had already changed for bed, leaving him shirtless. The blue-light of his arc reactor shone bright in the dark as he walked over to join Steve. He had to be cold, considering the hole in his chest was filled with metal. "You coming to bed anytime soon?"
Steve chuckled. "Isn't this conversation usually the other way around?"
"Typically," he answered, closing the distance between them. "You okay?"
Sighing, Steve turned back around, looking at the stars. "Just thinking."
Tony knew that face. He had seen it multiple times in the past two years Steve had lived here in the Avenger's mansion. It'd developed when Steve had first realized what it meant to have slept for 70 years; that everything had changed and everyone was gone. He had seen it less and less as time moved on. It was nights like this, sitting in the cold roof of the Avenger's tower, staring at the sky, Tony saw it once again.
Steve jumped slightly at Tony's touch, finding himself wrapped in the arms. With the rhythm of Tony's breath, Steve slowly began to relax, leaning into the embrace more as Tony held him.
"Why don't you tell me about them?"
Steve turned to look at Tony, a weak smile on his face. This was the great Tony Stark's way of comforting his boyfriend, he thought humorously. It meant more to him than he could admit.
"Me and Bucky lived in Brooklyn, you know? We would sneak out at night, sometimes, just to look at the stars," he began slowly, talking about his childhood, his time in the Army, Peggy, and anything that came to mind. Tony just sat there, commenting, asking questions, but more importantly holding him close.
It was then, Steve realized, he may have missed a lifetime of chances, his past life just a memory. But even though his old life had disappeared before him, he wasn't alone.
Song: Zanarkand from Final Fantasy X
A/N: Once again, I had to elaborate on this one. While I wasn't planning on following the scenario with the song, it kinda sorta fits if you squint your eyes. Tidus is from the past… Steve's slept for 70 years. Anyone?