Chapter 4
By: MysticFantasy
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A/N: Found a pic of a scene from Captain America Winter Soldier. Steve is going to be in his heroic age costume (homer simpson drool at thought) and Natasha has straight hair.
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"Well?" Clint asked as Natasha made her appearance in the common room of Stark Tower.
"He said he doesn't care if anything happens to him or not." Natasha answered.
Tony and Clint were silent as they absorbed her words. They were truly surprised to hear that their captain didn't care if he lived or not. Though they could understand his situation.
Seventy years out of his time in a new world where nothing made sense and everyone he knew was gone or on that verge.
As far as Steve knew, he was the last person from his time still alive.
The thought of that kind of isolation alone would make someone snap or go into a deep depression.
Steve already seemed to be heading into that depression and fast. The others were becoming more and more concerned about their captain but he wasn't letting any of them help him.
"What can we do to get him to see that we really do care about him?" Clint asked.
"We can do whatever we can but he's the one who's going to need to believe it." Tony said. "Maybe we can get him to come live in the tower."
"That is going to take a lot of time and effort." Natasha said. "But we should try it. Maybe being around the people who care about him will make him open his eyes."
"It's worth a shot." Clint said. "We should probably try to start convincing him to move in as soon as possible."
"I'll go back to his apartment later tonight." Natasha said.
"Maybe one of us should go this time." Clint suggested.
"I think I should go. He won't hurt me but he could very well kill one of you if he isn't in the mood to talk or listen to anyone." Natasha reminded.
"Good point." the archer agreed.
"Take him some food too." Tony said. "We have no idea when he last had a good solid meal."
Natasha nodded and began thinking of a good way to talk to Steve without having him throw her out of his apartment.