Attraction ~ a STONY Story ~

Chapter 1

Steve brought Bucky to Wakanda with Prince T'challa's help, where it was decided to freeze him for a while until a solution to the Hydra brainwashing was found. Steve was skeptical about that, but Bucky himself wanted it that way. Bucky was scared of doing things he had no control over and he was grateful to his best friend for giving him a chance. He could always count on him. Steve watched Bucky climb into the tube that put him into a cryonic state. With a worried sigh, he turned to Romanoff, who was standing next to him and patted his shoulder carefully.

"He'll be fine." 

Steve looked down. "I still have one thing to do." 

"Then we'll get the rats out of their holes." Natasha joked confidently at him. 

With a borrowed Quinjet from Wakanda, both flew towards the prison, which was in the sea, in which his teammates were holding on. Breaking the rules, he helped them escape. 

Then their ways parted for times. 

Steve moved from place to place, visiting Wakanda every now and then. For that he used his contacts with the prince of Wakanda. 

In order not to attract attention. He let his hair and beard grow and colored them darker. But no matter how much he changed formal, he is still the same man inside. The nightmares still behind like a shadow on his soles. The picture of Tony in Siberia, his hurt look, his anger at Bucky, everything about that day haunted him night after night. 

He couldn't remember when was the last time he could sleep through and if it had only been 4 hours. What could he do to clarify everything. To undo everything. How much he wished it had been different. 

What was Tony thinking about the Sokovia Agreement? Steve just wanted to be able to act independently. He didn't want to be led and used, as Hydra did with Bucky. Tying his own hands to rules that didn't always make sense. Maybe they're helping the wrong people. No, Steve didn't want that. If he could act, he had to act. And to do what he thinks is the right way. Was that wrong?

It had already been three months after the fight when Steve went back to America for a short time. He was just in a small apartment in Brooklyn. He loved his birth place. He loved how, despite the big changes, the little things stayed the way they were. He leaned his shoulder against the window wall and looked out onto the street. It was noon, people were walking around and children were playing around with a basketball. Memories arose in him. The Avengers Tower, the place where they met as a family before Ultron. The tower was not just a symbol of Stark Industries, it was a home for all Avengers. It included bedrooms, lounges and training rooms on the upper floors. 

There was a day when Steve started to play basketball in the gym on one of the days when nothing was going on and souls went quietly. He seemed to have a real knack for the sport and hit basket after basket. 

"Pffiifff!" 

Startled and confused, Steve looked at the door, to the source of the loud whistle. 

There he stood, confident as ever, arms crossed, in a luxurious dark blue suit. 

Steve couldn't take his eyes off him. 

"Not bad capsicle. But how about an opponent?" The man said with a sure grin on his face. 

Oh god, how much he hated that grin and loved it at the same time. Tony took off his jacket, put it carefully on the bench by the door, and rolled up his sleeves. 

"Let's increase the level of difficulty. It was a while ago, but back in high school I used to play for a while. Even if it was just to compensate for my nerdy behavior." Tony beamed with excitement as he accepted the ball from Steve.