Hello all!

Sorry it took a long to update. Here you go the next chapter. This will be the last chapter in Part one of The Change Tide of Time. Don't worry. I have the next Chapter written for Part two. It is just waiting to be beta-ed. And again, thanks to my beta who is awesome. :) So as soon as she gets that back to me, i will post it.

But Here you go. I hope you like it. :)

Chapter 36

The Cat and the Dog

Being in her suit felt amazing and for the first time in a long time, Toni felt free-in control. There was no one to tell her what to do or how to act, and she loved it. She loved it, and she had no interest in ever leaving the suit. For all she cared, everyone else could be damned, well besides Steve. He could be everything. Could be whatever he wanted…Slow down, she told herself, refusing to think of a future. She was getting ahead of herself. Really ahead of herself.

She wasn't sure how their relationship was going to last- if it was going to last. How would it work alongside their team? There were reasons why loves ones in law enforcement didn't work together, granted she didn't know if the Avengers were even a team. How could they be a team? Just because they were 'living together?' Were they living together? Or where they just hanging out? Besides, what made them a team? Just cause they joined forces once or twice? Besides, didn't a team need to trust each other? She wasn't so sure they did.

Barton and Romanoff were SHIELD agents with strong loyalties to Fury and SHIELD, not her or anyone else. They could- would turn on her in a heartbeat because they were ordered to. Ordered to! And they would do it without hesitation. They would tell Fury everything because orders, and that got under Toni's skin, as she wanted to trust these people, and that was strange for her. She wasn't one to trust people; she never wanted to before, but here she was, wanting to do so, and it annoyed her.

Next on this supposed team was the god—well, the not-really-god who was more alien than a deity. Toni didn't know what she thought of Thor, the man she barely had two lone conversions with. They rarely talked besides what was necessary, though she wasn't sure who fault that was: his or hers. Maybe, her meaningless flirting was too much for him? Maybe, it was her ego? Toni wasn't sure, but she wasn't going to push it. He was off somewhere, doing something, and Toni had no idea of where or what, not that she really cared to find out. If Thor wanted her or anyone else to know, he would tell her, and she wasn't going to bug him for it.

Then there was Bruce. Toni liked Bruce; he was quickly becoming one of her closest friends. She didn't know how she survived without him for so long as she could balance her crazy ideas off him. There was no judgement of any kind, and Toni liked that about him, but she still had no idea of what his goals or desires were. Did he want to stay? Was being here torture for him? Did he want to go? But most importantly, what did he want? Was he being forced into this? As she knew nothing about his desires, he was the wild card.

Lastly was Steve, who was a curve ball in her wide life. He broke everything that she ever thought as reality and threw her life into a spin. A good spin, but a spin, nevertheless. He had given her a different outlook, which she needed, but that scared her. What would she be like after this ended? She had no idea how long he was going to stick around for, as he would get sick of being stagnant. He was a soldier through and through, always looking for the next mission. He was put on this earth to saves lives, and he would save lives. He was destined to for it, and Toni refused to stand in his way. The Captain was a role model, and he was-

"Stark, slow down."

The sound of Romanoff's voice snapped Toni back to reality. "Not my fault you can't keep up," she replied back. The genius had no interest in slowing down. It felt like heaven to be flying again.

"Who decided it was a good idea to let Stark fly?" Barton asked in her ear. "She's like a dog off a chain, jumping and barking at everything. She's going crazy, Rogers." He chuckled.

"Ton-" Steve started but was interrupted. "I take offense to that, Barton. I'm not dog. If anything, I'm a cat!" she replied, imagining the looks on their faces. "Dogs are stupid, trained to follow commanders, but cats are smart. They listen to no one, doing whether they want whenever they want. They sleep wherever they want. They-"

"You sleep?" Came Bruce's reply.

Toni let out a sigh before she replied, "I SLEEP!" Just not lately, she thought. She didn't voice that part, not wanting to alert everyone to the last time she slept. She also didn't want them to know that she had to be sedated either.

"Do not," Clint replied. "But I will say she's annoying like a cat. Only want attention on her terms."

Toni was beginning to wonder why she wanted to come back to these people. All they did was tease and her. "Hey, can you blame me? I can only handle you people for so long."

"Ouch, Stark, even Rogers?" Clint replied, with a chuckle. "I guess he isn't getting any."

Was it bad that Toni wanted to turn her comms off? Normally, this small talk-this teasing didn't bother her, but for some reason it did. It got under her skin in ways that it annoyed her. Maybe, it was because she wasn't in the mood. Maybe, she had other things on her mind. She wasn't sure what, but it only made her push her suit harder. It made her want to distance herself.

"Toni." Steve's voice cut through everything as it always did, catching her attention.

Steve was a dog, not stupid dog, but he was a dog, and dogs didn't mix well with cats. He was loyal, caring no matter what, unlike her. Only doing it when it served her. Suddenly feeling overwhelmed, Toni ordered JARVIS to turn off he comms, needing to be left alone to her thoughts.

*O*O*

Toni touched down in Camp Lehigh with a light thump and scanned the camp before disembarking from the armor. Like she expected, the Camp was empty with her being the lone soul in the area. "What the ETA of the others?" she asked, wondering how much time she had alone.

"Ten Minutes, Miss," JARVIS replied in her ear.

"Good," she said, as she stepped toward the center of the camp. She wanted time alone before she got blasted with questions that she couldn't answer. "Give me a heads up when they're a minute out."

"Yes, Miss."

God, Toni missed JARVIS. How the hell did she survive without him? "Thanks, JARVIS," she uttered, stepping toward the flag pole in the middle of the camp. It had lost its solid, white colorings ages ago, and the rust stared to poke through; an abandoned American Flag hanged from the pole, untouched in years. The faded flag had seen better days as it had started to come apart at the ends. It was like the rest of the camp: forgotten. It looked like people just left, which was odd to the genius. She could never understand that concept.

After scanning the grounds one last time, Toni's eyes rested on the mound of dirt a several feet away. It was a loose pile of dirt with pieces of metal sticking out, which caught the genius's eye. Making her way over, Toni had one thing on her mind: making sure the device was destroyed and unfixable. However, as she picked up one of the shards, she felt flashes of her memories rush back to her, taking over. Everything came to an abrupt stop, and she was forced back to that foggy dream- or possible memory. Even now, she couldn't make out anything but shapes or colors; however, it felt like she was back there. She felt frozen, unable to do anything. It felt like pound of bricks had hit her in the face.

To make things worse, she was suddenly flooded with more memories, though some seemed more like nightmares. Nonstop nightmares that Toni couldn't control. Some were painful memories, while others were repeated nightmares she had. She kept seeing the bloody deaths of her loved ones, and with each image, she felt like she was drowning. She felt her breath escape her as the imagines sped up, and she was unable to catch it back. Each time she thought she would, she saw bloody bodies, and though she couldn't make out faces, she told herself that it was Barnes, her father, and everyone else she cared for. Even after everything, she kept telling herself it was her fault.

As time went on, she wasn't able to make sense of the rapidly coming images, which she couldn't stop or control. With small, shallow breaths, Toni felt like she was watching scenes from a movies, while having a drinking game. Nothing made sense to the Genius, and the growing headaches forced her to her knees. She could barely hear JARVIS speaking in her ear, saying something, but she couldn't make out any of it out. These bloody images were all she could think about, the only thing she could focus on.

Suddenly, the S.T.R.I.K.E. patch was all she could see, and she was unable to make out anything else but the yellow font. She wasn't sure what the patch mean or who it belonged to. It could've been a military patch, but if it was, why would the soldiers leave her alone in the empty camp? It could've been SHIELD, but Fury would've known that if a SHIELD team found her, right?

Toni's spinning head was throbbing as that memory started to replay, but it was like watching a skipping DVD that she couldn't control. She couldn't stop or slow it, and it made her skin itch. It felt like every part of her was on fire, and all she felt was sweat pouring down her skin. She could feel herself shaking as a tremor rocketed through her body; however, before she could collapse, she felt a pair of strong arms wrap around her and pull her into a warm embrace.

"Toni." The voice was calm, relaxing.

She could feel her the shakes start to die down, as she found herself face first in a man's chest. She could feel the memories fade as his fingertips gently stroked the skin on her wrist.

"Toni, I got you," he uttered, softly, as he started to rock her tenderly. "I got you."

The Genus felt safe in this man's arms, who she knew belonged to her soldier. "S-Steve," she called out, surprised at his presence. When did he get here? Why didn't JARVIS alert her when he was a minute out? Or maybe, he did and she didn't realize it?

"Yea, it's me, Toni. Are you okay?" he replied, keeping a firm grip on her. "Where were you?" he asked softly.

Toni glanced up at Steve, giving him a look. "Are you okay?" she asked, giving him her best raised eyebrow. "You're the one who clearly doesn't know where he is." She didn't mean for it to be snappy, but it came out as such, and she hated herself for it. Feeling guilty, she dropped her glance and stared at the back of Steve's shield secured to his left arm.

Steve didn't let go or finch at the sound of Toni's voice. Instead of loosening his hold on her, his grip tightened, firmly keeping her in his embrace. "Toni," he uttered. His voice was firm, ungiven, but soft. "I know that look. I have seen it a few times…Seen it on a few soldier…" He drifted off as he placed a kiss to her forehead.

She side-glanced at this chest, knowing to what he was referring to. He had probably seen it on his comrades, and then, he was a soldier. Even though she couldn't vouch if his nights were restless or not in the present (the past, a different story), he probably suffered from it to. He probably knew first-hand what she was going through. He probably spent many nights unable to sleep…like she did. If he was, he was doing a better job of hiding it.

"Tell me what you saw."

Toni wasn't sure how to answer that, even if she wanted to answer that. With a sigh, she glanced at Steve's blue cotton blue shirt and pulled at it, trying to get a good hold on him. "You have your shield with you," she uttered faintly.

"Didn't know what we would find," he replied, as he looked up and glanced around. "Have to be ready for anything."

From her angle, she couldn't see what he was looking at, but she didn't care enough to move. She was too tired to deal with the world, and her exhaustion was only growing. She just wanted to sleep, but the idea of sleeping scared her. If she saw the flashes when she was awake, she hated to see her nightmares.

He glanced down at the stilled Genius in his arms for a long second before he looked up again. "Collect whatever you can find and take it back to the tower," Steve ordered, transforming into Captain America. His tone changed.

"Tell me it's gone," Toni said into his chest. "Tell me it's destroyed." She needed it to be destroyed- needed it gone.

The Captain's fingers danced along the side of her arm. "Just pieces now," he said softly, holding her close. She was small in his arms, almost hidden behind his shield. He was looking around again, watching someone. "Get everything you see bagged," he ordered. "Quickly."

"We got it, Cap," Clint's replied. There was a slight annoyance in his voice.

Steve's eyes narrowed. "Just-" The Captain started, but he wasn't able to finish. "This is an interesting explosion," Bruce said, interrupting him. "I can't tell if it imploded or exploded. It's like-"

"You can study it later," Came Steve's bitter response.

Toni rested her head against his chest and closed her eyes. She could feel Steve's protectiveness rolling of him, and she couldn't help but smile. Even in her exhaustion and shakes, she could feel his fondness for her, which left her wondering what she did to deserve him.

"Easy, Rogers," Natasha replied.

Steve didn't answer right away, taking a few seconds. "Just hurry."

"We got it," Bruce replied.

"I-" Steve started, but stopped, feeling a tug on his shirt. "Toni?" he asked, looking down at the woman in his arms. "What's wrong?" Just like that he lost the Captain's voice, his voice turning soft. "Are you okay? Need something? Whatever it is, I'll do it."

Toni had an urge to look up at him, but she forced herself to look at the shield. "Can we…go back to the tower… and watch a snappy Disney movie?" she asked, weakly. She wanted—needed something to take her mind off everything.

"Yes, we can," he said, placing a kiss to her head.

"I'll probably fall sleep on your chest, and I promise I won't drool," she admitted, softly. She didn't know why, but she wasn't dreading the idea of sleeping in his arms. It would probably be the only way she would be able to sleep.

Steve smiled into her hair. "Oh, really? You don't drool?" he teased. "But a little drool hadn't hurt anyone."

"Are you a drooler, Rogers?" she asked with a smile.

He laughed into her hairline. "And you'll have to wait and see," he said.

Toni just closed her eyes and laughed. He knew how to comfort her, when she needed to do, and she had no idea of how. They didn't get along at first, and she hated him. Hated him. The very sight of him annoyed her, but here she was, loving the feeling of being in his arm. She loved listening to his voice, his reassurances. "Are you sure you will last that long?" she asked.

"Let's get you back," he replied, as he started to get to his feet, bringing Toni with him. "You're cranky and negative when you're sleepy."

"Oh, shut up," she replied, as she used him for support. She was exhausted, and though she was standing a few minutes ago, she was unsure if she could now. "I'm not cranky or negative when I am sleepy. I am always cranky!" And negative.

*O*O*

Steve kept close to Toni, and no, it wasn't because he was scared that Toni was going to collapse. He was just worried, worried what she would do if he left her alone. Even if she didn't tell him, she had seen something, relived something in that camp. He knew the face, knew it personally. He had spent countless restless nights and quiet moments, drowning in sweat and panic, and he spent these moments alone. There was no one he wanted to burden with it, even others wanted him to. Besides, he was Captain America. He wasn't supposed to be weak, wasn't supposed to panic. He wasn't supposed to suffer from PTSD.

Seeing Toni suffering from it was a blow to his heart, as he never wanted her to feel that. He wanted nothing more than to protect her from it. He already knew she was suffering from PTSD, remembering how she was when she was rescued from the Red Skull. He knew it would get worse if she didn't talk about it, but he wondered if she would. Would she be willing to speak about it? He doubted it, but he couldn't give the subject much thought as the room was full of Avengers that he had to deal with, and they all avoided mentioning what happened at the camp.

"So what movie do you want to watch, Toni?" Bruce asked, sitting in one of the love seats in the home theater. It was a large love seat that could comfortably fit three if needed.

As if nothing happened, Toni was sitting crossed legged on a different large sofa. A huge bowl of popcorn was in her lap, and she refused to share it with anyone. "Have any of you seen Up?" she asked, popping a few corns into her mouth.

"Up?" Steve uttered, as he stepped toward Toni with glasses in his hands. That was strange title for a movie, granted everything was strange to him.

Clint let out a chuckle from his spot on the floor. "You just want to make me cry, don't you?" His head was rested against the side of a chairs, while his feet was hidden under the glass table. "This movie always makes me cry."

"Oh, honey, if I wanted to make you cry, I wouldn't need this movie to do so," Toni replied, popping a few more corns into her mouth.

Natasha let out sigh before she took a seat next to the Bruce. A second later, Natasha kicked her feet up into Bruce's lap, surprising the scientist. "No one wants to see that, Stark."

"…Yea," Bruce uttered, eyeing the legs in his lap. "N-No one wants to see that."

"You're all no fun," Toni pouted out, as she shuffled over to allow Steve to sit next to her.

"Control your woman, Rogers," Clint ordered.

Toni's eye brow rose. "Did he really just say that?" she asked, looking around. "Did he just say that? You control me? Pssh. Steve control me? Yea, right."

A blushing Steve placed the two glasses on the table before he took the popcorn from Toni. "…So why does Up make Barton cry?" he asked, sticking his hand in the bowl.

Clint look up from his spot on the floor. "The beginning makes me cry! You will see, Cap. You will see," he said.

Before Steve could react, Toni stole the bowl back from Steve, causing the popcorn to fly. "Mine," she claimed, as she stuffed her mouth.

Shocked, Steve looked at Toni, who kept stuffing her face. It was weird to see her like this when a few hours ago she was shaking in his arms. He knew she hid behind a mask that she spent years putting up, but it hurt to see her hid. He hated that she felt the need to do so. He had the urge to reach for her, but he knew better. He had to let her come to him.

"Geez, Stark, not going to share with Rogers?" Natasha asked, eyeing Toni. Steve could see the worry in the assassin's eyes as she studied the genius next to him. He knew Natasha cared about Toni, even if she would never admit it.

"JARVIS," Toni called, giving Romanoff a look. "Start the movie. I want to see Clint cry."

Clint narrowed his eyes at Toni before stealing one of the glasses from the table. He ignored the glare from Steve. "I can't wait until you cry, Stark. Don't worry I will take video and post it on YouTube."

"Oh, you pain me," Toni replied as the lights dimmed down.

Steve eyed Toni for a few seconds before he turned to the movie. For a few minutes his eyes were on the movie invested on the emotional adventure of Carl, but the second he felt a weight against his side, his eyes were on the brunette next to him. The half-eaten popcorn bowl was on the table and Toni was curled up on the sofa, trying to get comfortable against him. With a smile in his face, he lifted his arm, and it only took a second for her to duck under it and curl up in his chest. "I got you," he said softly, putting a protective arm around her.

"I know," she said, her voice soft. "What did I do to deserve you?"

His heart skip a beat as he heard that. "No, Toni. It's what I did to deserve you," he replied back. He didn't know what he would've done without this dame—no, woman. In the past, she was always there for him when he needed it, and he would never be able to thank her for that. Never. "Thank you." He said, softly kissed her on the top of her head.

Lifting his head, Steve glanced down at her, expecting some kind of respond from her, but there was nothing. He was shocked to find her passed out in his arms. He knew she was exhausted; he could see it, see that she was fighting it, but he didn't realize how fast she would fall sleep in his arms. And he couldn't fight his smile, knowing that she could fall sleep so easily in his arms. There was pride in his chest at the thought of her trusting him enough to do so.

With an arm firmly around her, Steve held her close, ready to protect her from anything. It didn't matter what it was, as he was willing to do anything like protecting her from pillows, granted he didn't think it would be so soon. The second the movie was over, Barton picked up one of the pillows and flung it at the sleeping genius with a loud chuckle, but it never hit his target, as Steve blocked it with his another arm. "Barton," Steve sneered.

"What?" Clint said, trying to sound innocent. "She wanted to see me cry!"

"I'll make you cry," Natasha replied, giving Clint a look. Her legs were still draped across Bruce's lap, while she rested against the arm rest.

Clint gave Natasha a look. "What?"

"If you wake Stark, I will beat you," the master assassin replied. "And I'll take one of your own arrows and shove it where the sun doesn't shine."

"Okay, Okay," Clint replied, putting his arms up in surrender. "I see that I'm outnumbered here." He glanced around the room, scanning everyone.

"Even if Steve and I sat out, Clint," Bruce started, "you still don't have a chance." He glanced toward the sleep Brunette in Steve's arms. She was balled up against Steve with her head on his chest.

"I can handle Nat. She-" Romanoff glared. "-Okay, she'll totally kick my ass." Clint admitted, looking away. "Geez, you guys are no fun."

Steve was scowling at Barton, annoyed at his inability to take anything seriously. Did he not understand that Toni needed to rest? Did he not see the state that Toni was in at the camp? However, in his defense, Toni was the master of masks, and she seemed like a completely different person when the movie started. She was like her old self.

"We're pretty fun," Bruce said with a smile. "Toni just needs to sleep."

Clint gave Bruce a look before he glanced toward Steve, who was still glaring at him. The archer would've flinched under the stare if it wasn't for the fondness in Steve's eyes that followed as he glanced down at Toni. "Is this how it's going to be for now on, Rogers? Stark's ever present protector?" he asked. "Leave me unable to prank her again? Unable to do anything to her? How unfair is that!"

Steve didn't bother to reply as he gazed down at Toni. He was unable to stop the smile on his face as he stared at her. He really did think he was luckiest person in the world.

"Oh, Stevie's in love," Clint mocked with a goofy smile on his face.

"Shut it," Natasha replied, giving him a look.

"Just make sure you two leave a tie or something on the door," Clint added, with a wink.

Steve's head popped up, his eyes widening in confusion. "What?" he uttered, completely baffled.

Before anyone could answer in the room, the door to the theater opened and someone walked in. "It's what roommates do when one of them is having sex," Rhodes stated, eyeing the room. "I've seen quite a few ties on doors." After scanning the room, his eyes fell on the sleeping Toni.

Trying but failing, Steve tried to keep the blush forming on his cheeks. The topic of sex could always get him red in the cheeks, and no matter how often everyone brought it up and how many time he hear it, he would always get red. It didn't matter how freely it was brought up and talked about, Steve could never get used to it. In the 1940's, sex wasn't talked about (especially in front of the opposite sex), and if it was, it was talked about privately, not in the open.

"However, I would prefer you don't do that," Rhodes said, awkwardly, as he stepped into the room. He had a pained look on her face, as he eyed Toni. "…I don't want to…know…when and how often you and Toni…do…It." It was forced as he tried to wave it off.

"I can agree with that," Bruce said, finally resting his arms on Natasha's legs.

"So how many time have you seen the tie on Toni's door?" Clint asked, winking at the Good Captain.

The Colonel turned to Clint, giving him a look. "Toni didn't use the tie enough in college," he said. The pain looked was still on his face. "Could never tell when to trust it when she did."

"Walked in on something you didn't want to see?" Clint asked, laughing.

Rhodes let out a small chuckle. "Seen far too many things." He replied, not explaining. He turned back Steve, giving him a look. Being a trained soldier, there wasn't a readable expression on his face, and that was scary- a nightmare really. "So you're together, now?" he asked, nodding to them.

"Yes." Forcing back his blush, Steve met Rhodes' stare, as he wanted nothing more than to change the subject. He had no interest in talking about Toni's past love life. No interest whatever so. "And you not going to give me the 'hurt her and I kill you speech,'?" he asked.

Rhodes shrugged. "I think that goes unsaid, but if it's needed, I will threat you."

Natasha gave Rhodes a look, studying him. "You think those two will last?" she asked.

Steve forced himself to stare down at Toni, because if he looked at Natasha, he would be shooting draggers.

"Do you see her now?" The Colonel replied with a gentle smile. "Out of all the years I have known Toni, she has not done this…well with anyone besides Pepper or me." He folded his arms across his chest as he fondly looked at Toni. It was clear how deeply he cared for the woman sleeping in Steve's arm. "This is different. I can already tell, so I do think this could work out…" He paused for a second. "Or could end badly."

"It won't," Steve said, quickly. He didn't care what it takes, because he would do whatever it took to make sure it doesn't. Toni was too special to hurt.

"I don't think it'll be on purpose, Rogers," Rhodes said. "You and Toni are like oil and water. Like cats and dogs. You're going to fight. Going to yell, and whatever this is shouldn't work, but-"

"Steve's the dog in this relationship!" Clint yelled, earning a glare from everyone in the room. "What? He is. He follows her around like a lost puppy."

After a long glare, Steve turned back to Toni to make sure she was still sleeping. He wouldn't be happy if someone wake Toni, and they would face his anger if they did. "So you don't think we're going to work?" he asked, eyeing Toni's best friend. He held Toni closer, refusing to let her go.

"Didn't say that," Rhodes responded. "I think you two will work out, so I'm not worried; however, if you do hurt her, I'll hurt you. I won't kill you. Can't kill a National idol, but nothing wrong with maiming you. I won't touch your pretty face."

"I won't."

"You better," Rhodes replied. "And when you two finally hook up, make sure to reframe Toni from referring to it as getting a slice of apple pie." Everyone looked at him on that. "I know she will, and I won't ever be able to look at apple pie again, and I love apple pie."

A snickering Natasha and laughing Bruce caught Rhodes' attention as he turned to the chuckling duo. "Oh, Romanoff," he called. "When you give Toni the shovel talk, go easy. She's…" he paused, drifting off. "She…" He shook his, fighting against saying something. "…Without Pepper…"

Natasha simply nodded as she turned toward Toni, finally taking her legs out of Bruce's lap. He could see the fondness in the Assassin's eyes as she eyed the Genius. She might not be as close to Toni as the others and might not always get along with Toni, but she cared. Toni was a friend, a friend she would protect.

Steve smiled softly before he turned to Rhodes, eyeing him. As he studied Colonel Rhodes, he wondered why he was ever jealous of the man, who was like a brother to Toni—No, not like. Was. He was a brother to Toni, always keeping her safe. Protecting her from everything, even from herself. Without him, Steve had no idea what could've happened to Toni, but he knew it wouldn't have been good. For that, Steve owed Rhodes everything, and that was something that he would never be able to repay. "Thank you," the Captain finally said.

Rhodes gave him a weird look. "What for?"

"For taking care of her," he replied.

The Colonel smiled. "Just make sure you return favor."

"It will be my pleasure."

The End.

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Can Toni and Steve's relationship survives the events of Iron Man 3? Can you all survive of Iron Man 3? And if so, then how they survive a certain Winter Soldier that comes to town?

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