The elevator went up then stopped. Tony opened the door and was greeted by a dark room that had a soft glow from the candles that were set up around the dinning room.
Tony sighed and walked toward the table. It had three white candles in the middle, two set places, and a glass of champagne next to each plate. Tony sat at one place and waited for Steve to come.
When Steve finally did come up, he turned on the lights, and started blowing out candles. He paused when he noticed Tony sitting at the table. "Tony?"
"Yeah Steve we need to talk and I'm hungry so I came. So, what's for dinner?"
Steve smiled. He rushed to the kitchen and came out carrying a pot. "I'm not the best cook, but Friday helped me." He scooped out some kind of pasta and put it on Tony's plate, then scooped another spoonful and put it on his plate. Steve walked back to the kitchen and came back out carrying a bowl of salad, which he placed on the table then sat down.
Tony was about to take a bite, but stopped. The soft golden light traced the curves of Steve's face, and the two stitches just above his temple.
"Tony," Steve said, meeting Tony's stare. "I think we should go to counseling-"
"Steve-"
"No Tony. I'm being serious. I loved you and I want to be together but I can't be like this." He motioned towards the stitches.
"I don't need to see a shrink. Steve I need you and your support." Tony reached for Steve's hand and held it. "I just need more support from you."
"What do you mean?" Steve pulled his hand back. "I don't know how I can help you more? When I try to stop you from drinking, you get violent, and when I say we should take about it, you blame me."
"Steve, you need to understand that I need more support. You don't try-"
"I don't try? You want me to try harder? Fine." Steve stood up from the table. "Friday call the head of psychology department at-"
"Damn it Steve!" Tony threw the glass of champagne at Steve who dodged it. "Friday don't call anyone!" Tony stood up and walked toward Steve.
"Tony I don't want to fight." Steve grabbed a heavy book to defend himself. "Come'on Tony. Are we really going to do this?"
"We sure as hell are going to." Tony grabbed the book and pulled it back. He threw a punch at Steve, who dodged it and ran out of the way. "Come on! You think I'm too weak? Even without the suit I can beat you, but I wanna make it more fair." Tony held out his hand and waited for the older version of his suit to cover his hand.
"Tony-" Steve ran behind the table.
"Come on Captain!" Tony walked over and flipped the table.
"I'm not going to fight you!" Steve stepped back, but Tony swung at him, punching him in the stomach. Steve fell on the floor but didn't move.
"Get up!" Tony yelled. "Get up." Tony nudged Steve with his foot. When Steve refused to move, Tony grabbed Steve by the throat with his suited hand. "I said get up. When will you start to listen?" Steve grabbed at Tony, refusing to hurt him, but he couldn't breath. Tony's grip got tighter, then he launched Steve into the wall.
"Tony I won't fight you." Steve stood up and didn't move. "Please." Steve whispered as Tony walked closer.
"You don't understand!" Tony yelled as he punched Steve across the face, presumably breaking his nose. Blood gushed from Steve's nose and mouth as Tony grabbed him by the throat again. "I am trying. I'm trying so hard just for you baby. Because I love you. So much it hurts. And I drink because I can't be good enough for you. I just love you so, so much." Tony pulled Steve into a rough kiss then let go of Steve's throat. Steve started coughing, and Tony stepped away. "Steve, oh shit. I'm sorry. Shit!" Tony ran to the kitchen and grabbed a bag of ice, then ran back and handed it to Steve. "Uh, we need to go to the hospital."
T-Tony, I'm fine, I'll just go to the med b-"
"Now." Steve stood up and followed Tony to the elevator. "Pinch your nose."