The competition (explicit marvel fiction)

Trying to make sense

You wake up on the couch, you look around and see bodies strewn across the room. You look next to you, Steve is sleeping, not comfortably.
you tap him on the shoulder
"Steve, Steve" he wakes up groggy
"Come on"
"Where are we going" his eyes not open yet
"To bed"
"I don't think i can perform very well"
You hold your mouth trying to suppress your laugh
"Steve get up, I'm not trying to have sex with you, come on"
You end up going to his room as its closer. You both fall onto the bed and fall fast asleep.
Morning, or it could be afternoon comes, you have no idea of the time. Steve is still asleep, he probably will be for some time. You tiptoe out if his room, silently closing the door behind you, you turn and bump into Tony.
He looks at you then to Steves room.
He continues walking
"Mr Stark" you call after him, he doesn't respond
"Here we go again"
You chase him down the hall.
"Mr Stark, i really wish you wouldn't make me chase after you all the time" you smile, it isn't replicated
"I wondered if i could go through my file? Maybe revoke a few memories? Im still really struggling with a lot of things"
"Not today, I'm busy"
"Everything ok Mr Stark?"
"Yes, fine, i just have a-lot to do" He starts to walk off
"I may not understand much Mr Stark, but even i can tell that something isn't right, maybe i can help?
He stops doesn't turn around
"You can't, i cant talk to you now"
He carries on walking.
You walk the opposite way to your room, thinking about Tony, just another puzzle piece to add to the collection that doesn't fit anywhere, its all getting too much, you thought you would be over ridden with surging memories that would be hard to control, but you're not, you're just faced with all these feelings that you have no idea what they.
***
You spend the day to yourself, everyone is still recovering from last night. Steve has popped in to check on you a couple if times, but you've been alone most of the day. You needed some time alone, time to try and make sense of the things happening. You decide to write a few things down. Emotions that you can now understand and how they make you feel, anger, sadness and frustration, "thats three down... how many more to go?" You rub your temples
Then the feelings that you can't yet attach to an emotion but you write an explanation of what happens to you when you feel them. You've been searching the internet to try and match some of them, but according to google, you can have a different reaction to an emotion than someone else... so that wasn't very helpful, however, just the act of writing them down has freed your mind slightly, making room, no doubt for more confusion.
But you have to work this out somehow, one thing at a time.
Playing on your mind all day is Tony, maybe that is one thing you can sort out and make things clearer. You get dressed and go to find him.