Chapter 3: … Travelling…
A few days later, I had quit my job and moved out of my apartment. Tony and I had considered discussed various destinations. So many that I, in fact, had lost track of it. Tony, on the other hand, seemed to have everything under control.
It took us four weeks until we had finally agreed on six destinations; we would be on every continent. About what would come after that, I didn't want to think.
After Pepper's observations, Tony had taken a drastic turn in these four weeks. She had become full of life again and was almost happy to start working again, instead of being depressed and secluded from everyone. We often hung out in her workshop. She built stuff and I drew.
Always the same motive.
I wanted to forget it, but sometimes, I couldn't.
And unfortunately, Tony noticed that more often than I would have liked…
She always grew quiet before she assured me she could understand it, would I take everything back.
"Steve, seriously-"
"No!"
"Steve, you coming here and talking to me was more than I could ask from you."
I turned to her and took her face in my palms. "I will stay right here," I growled.
She looked at me with wide eyes before she smiled.
"There was never a way back for me. Since the day Pepper stood in front of my door and told me that you wouldn't have much time left, I have never thought about leaving you. I love you. And I will cherish every second I have with you. I will neither look back, nor imagine the future. I have never broken a promise and I won't anytime soon."
She had tears in her eyes when she got out of my grip, but instead of running, she clung to me while she cried. I buried my face in her hair and shed my own tears.
"You know, I think we should start packing."
Her shoulders shook as she giggled.