There wasn't a day Tony didn't think—no know—that dating Steve was just a bad idea. He was toxic to any relationship he was in. Even with Pepper, the one person who had put up with him for years, Tony couldn't make it work. It wasn't that he didn't want to try. Oh dear lord how he wanted to try and make this work. But in the end, he knew; he would mess up this perfect thing between them,
To put it simply, Steve Rogers was perfect in every shape and form. He was Captain fucking America. Hearing the stories, Tony idolized him as he grew up. And needless to say, he lived up to every expectation.
And that was why he was going to mess this up. Tony couldn't live up to any sort of expectation. He was destructive in every sense of the word; between the constant drinking and meaningless sex, he was a narcissist who not even his own father could love. He wasn't a hero. Iron Man was just what he wanted to be. When he said that the suit and him were one, he knew he was lying. He couldn't live up to the model Iron Man was supposed to represent. Natasha herself had said it; Iron Man yes, Tony Stark no.
But somehow, Steve was convinced that there was some truth in the lie he lived. That Tony Stark was a person to respect, worth something, a hero even. As he looked at Steve, that stupid smile on his face, his blue eyes bright with, simply put, love.
It made even him think he could figure this out. That he'd be worth the love he was given.
Song(s): My Eyes from Dr. Horrible's Sing Along Blog
A/N: Only one today—between babysitting, travelling, and doctor's appointments, there hasn't been a lot of time for even drabbles. Although I kinda like this one.
It's sloppy, I'll give it that, but I think some kudos should be mentioned for the fact I kinda sorta followed the style of the music—Emo Dr. Horrible, Penny, Dr. Horrible, Penny… I don't know. It was interesting. Its past midnight, I don't know what I'm writing.