Tony was a man on a mission. He had to find Steve and fix the problem he helped cause. Otherwise he would be burdened with the guilt, and he didn't want to deal with that.

He looked in the kitchen, the living room, in various different Rec. Rooms for Steve. He found no one. Where could he be? Then Tony mentally slapped himself in the forehead. Duh! He had a JARVIS to find Steve for him.

"JARVIS, where's-

"Captain Rogers is currently in the gym, sir."

Of course. Why didn't he think of that? Its such an obvious place. He needs to stop over-thinking everything. It makes him feel like a idiot.

He headed towards the gym, stopping at the glass door to see what Steve was doing. He was at the punching bag, which wasn't really surprising. Steve liked to box, so anytime Tony saw him in the gym he was at the punching bag.

The way Steve was currently attacking the bag was different than his normal. His punches were full of more force. They were quicker and more vicious than they have ever been. Tony watched through the glass, Steve's blows getter harder and rapidly increasing speed.

Something wasn't right.

Steve continued to attack the sandbag, an expression of anger welling on his face. Faster and faster until finally the chain snapped. The bag went flying to the other side of the gym. Steve fell down to his knees, head bowed and was breathing hard.

Tony unlocked the gym door and ran towards the fallen soldier.

"Whoa! Hey Cap, you okay?"

Steve looked over to see the engineer, still breathing heavy and face cast in a glare.

"Go away Tony."

Tony had a bit of worry in his eyes.

"Jeez, I just wanted to make sure you were okay." he said a bit taken aback. "Besides, I came here to talk to you.".

Steve looked back at Tony, anger still set in his face. "You are not exactly someone I want to talk to right now...".

Now he was just confused.

"Steve, look I know I do a lot of shit to make you mad, but this time I really don't know what I did.".

Steve furrowed his eye brows

"You didn't do anything Tony, I just really don't want you to be around right now.".

Tony scoffed. "Well, if I didn't do anything I don't see why I can't talk to you.".

Steve continued to fume

"I am too mad to talk right now, Stark.".

"Well if you're not mad at me, then what are you mad at? That sandbag?".

"No.".

"The world? Most people are.".

"NO.".

"Did Fury get you ticked about something? He does that to me all the time.".

"TONY.".

"Just let me know what you are mad about, Steve.".

"I'M MAD AT MYSELF!".

Tony's expression change into one of shock and upset. Steve's furious face eased into one of sadness.

"I am tired of getting my hopes up for something that won't ever happen. I constantly tell myself that it isn't worth it, but there is still a small part of me that just won't give it up. And last night that part got stronger. I really wish it hadn't. And I hate myself for it.".

Steve looked back at Tony and scoffed.

"You don't even know what I am talking about..."

Tony looked at Steve, empathetic.

"Actually, I do. I mean, I didn't earlier but now I do. That's actually one of the things I wanted to talk about.".

Steve became slightly worried. If Tony knew now about what happened last night, there was no way this was going to be good.

Tony sighed.

"Oooh Jeez, this is hard to do. Um, I'm sorry. For a lot of things. First, I guess for last night. I apparently toyed with your feelings. I mean, I didn't KNOW I was. I mean come on, I was completely drunk off my ass.".

Steve looked at Tony with a questioning look.

Tony stuttered a little bit.

"U-uh, maybe should just get to the point. Ahem. I'm really sorry for it. I deeply, truly am.".

Steve turned his eyes away from Tony's.

"Its fine, I mean you really couldn't have known what you were doing. You were pretty hammered.".

Tony let out a chuckle.

"Yeah, you'd think I wouldn't be able to get effected that badly with how much I regularly drink.".

Steve lightly chuckled also.

"Well, thank you for apologizing." he spoke with a sad smile on his face.

"Well keep listening, because I'm not done. I have another apology to make.".

Steve turned back towards Tony to show that he was listening. Tony understood and took a deep breath.

"I'll admit it. I have been nothing but an asshole to you from day one. I have hated you since then. But I realized it was misplaced hate.".

Steve looked a bit confused.

"Growing up, my father never shut up about you and never stopped looking for you. He was so set on YOU, that he never even gave me the time of day. As far as he was concerned, I was a waste of space. So my hate for him just built up. I bottled it up to one day unleash on him, I guess. He's dead though, so I just directed all of it towards the one that caused his obsession. And that's you.".

Steve's face became filled with shame. Tony placed a reassuring hand on Steve's shoulder and continued.

"I sat down and thought about it, tried to find something I actually hated about you. The you I actually got to know myself. But I couldn't find anything. So, I retraced my thoughts and searched for the things I might like. I found DOZENS of things. I realized there was no possible way I could actually hate you...".

Tony's mouth shaped into a bashful grin and scratched the back of his neck. Steve looked at him with surprise. He couldn't believe what he was hearing coming from Tony Stark. Of all people. The man was never sorry for anything, and he was never emotionally open like this. Especially about Howard.

Tony continued to speak.

"So for everything, all of this I put you through, I am absolutely sorry. And I'm not sorry that I apologized.".

Steve kind of chuckled at that last statement.

"I'm pretty sure that is an oxymoron...".

Tony just shrugged

"Whatever. It doesn't matter, right?".

Steve slightly grinned.

"I guess it doesn't.".

Tony was quiet for a moment before he spoke again.

"Anyway, there was something I still needed to tell you.".