"Steve?" Nat gently opened the door.

"Natasha. You can't go in there." Tony grabbed Nat's harm and held on. "I can't let you go in there."

Nat's eyebrows furrowed. "Tony, I'm going into this room no matter what you say. Let go." She glared at him, then qhauickly ripped her arm from his grip.

"Steve? I'm coming in." Nat walked into the door. Tony stood in the hall, his hands were tugging at his own hair. Tears fogged Tony's eyes. He didn't want to lose
Steve. He really didn't.

Steve curled up under the blanket and tried to act like he was asleep. He shuffled slightly when Nat entered.

"Steve? I know that you're not asleep." Nat crawled onto the bed and sat next to Steve's back. She pulled the covers off his face, but hesitated when Steve flinched.

"What the hell happened to your face?" Natasha's hand traced the swelling of Steve's eye, then gently pet the bruises on his cheek. "Who did this Steve?"

Instead of answering, Steve turned father away from Nat.

"I got in a fight last night."

"Steve-"

"No I did. I went out last night. I wanted to get Tony some chocolates at this new bakery. I saw this guy all over a girl so I went up to him, but as I was talking to him, he injected me with something. I woke up in the lobby. Like this."

"That's a lie and you damn well know it Rogers." Nat's hand stopped it's stroking. "It was Tony, wasn't it?"

Steve shrugged. Natasha pushed Steve's shoulder down so he was facing her.

"Did Tony do this to you?"

Steve didn't answer.

"I'm going to kill him." Nat quickly got up and charged towards the door.

"Natasha, wait. Please." Steve tried to stand up, but fell.

"Steve, you can't even stand!" Nat froze. "Did he-" she was whispering now. "Did he... rape you?"

"Do you really think Tony would do that?" Steve struggled to stand up, and Nat rushed to help him stand up.

"Did he rape you?" She asked more stern.

"I don't remember. But it's Tony."

"Steve, have you looked in a mirror? I think the Tony that you love isn't the Tony that you're with now."

"Maybe, but he loves me and I was stepping out of line. I should have listened to him. If I had listened, nothing would have happened."

Natasha rolled her eyes. "I'm gonna kill him." She repeated. "Let's go."

"Natasha, stop. Please." Tony barged into the room.

"Anthony Stark, what the hell is wrong with you? I should knock you out. I should call Fury and let him beat your ass. Do you understand-"

"No! Do you understand? Steve is a grown ass man. Just because he likes it rough doesn't mean that I did something wrong!"

"This isn't rough!" Nat grabbed Steve's arm to hold up his wrist. He flinched away. "This looks like rape, Tony."

"You know that if Steve wanted to stop he, he sure as hell could."

"If you could let go of your ego for one damn second you would notice that he's in pain and-"

"Stevie!" Tony shoved Natasha out of the way and ran to Steve. "Breathe, baby. Breathe. Go get his inhaler! I left it in the living room."

Natasha ran out, and came back seconds later with Steve's inhaler. "Tony move."

"Just give me the damn inhaler!"

"Move." Nat stared Tony down.

"Now is not the time to fight! He can barley breathe!"

Steve's wheezing grew louder and more frantic.

"Move." Natasha stood firm, and Tony backed off. She handed Steve his inhaler. As Steve breathed in the medicine, she pet his back. Steve did his inhaler again, then walked into the bathroom, ignoring Nat and Tony.