The Iron Captain

Chapter twelve

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 "Aw come on Steve!" Tony whined, pulling on his arm. "It's a once a year carnival, and I've always wanted to go with someone special." "No Tony, I don't feel like it. Now leave me alone." Steve shot his lover a dirty look as he pulled the covers over his head. "But Steve! It'll be fun! We can ride the Ferris wheel and get cotton candy, and you can win me stuff." Tony suggested, crawling onto the blond and attempting to pull the covers down away from his face. "I just don't want to alright?" Steve snapped, and immediately regretted it. He felt Tony's weight lift off of him, and heard the bedroom door open and slam shut.

 Steve sighed, and lay back in the bed, pushing the sheet away from his face. He looked out the bedroom window of Stark Towers; now renamed Avengers Tower after it had been fully remodeled. A light snow had begun to fall, sticking to the glass. Today wasn't exactly the best day for Steve to be out. He wanted to just stay in bed, and not deal with the world outside. Not deal with the fact that today was the day he had lost his best friend.

 I'm sorry Tony, but I just can't. Not today.

 "Fine, he wants to be alone? I'll leave him alone." Tony growled as he headed back up to his room. He hopped onto the elevator, where Clint and Natasha were having a small argument. "It's not time to tell them!" she whispered quickly, not noticing the doors had opened. "They're going to find out sooner or-" Clint stopped mid-sentence as Tony hopped onto the car. "Hey Stark, what's up?" he asked, pulling Natasha close.

 "Nothing." was all the man said, before jamming a finger on his button. The elevator doors shut, and an awkward silence passed over. The couple quickly got off on their floor, continuing with the argument in a hushed tone. Tony tapped his foot impatiently as the car went to his floor, finally stopping. He ran off, in desperate need of a drink. He and Steve haven't fought like that in forever. It scared him, and he didn't want to deal with his fear right now.

 He entered his room, grabbing a glass and his favorite bottle of scotch, pouring himself a glass and settling into the couch, flipping through channels, not paying attention to really what was on the screen. He tried to keep his mind off Steve, but he found it difficult. He wondered why he was so upset, and why he had snapped at Tony like that. He pushed it to the back of his mind, drowning his feelings with the scotch.

 He reached a quarter ways through the bottle, and he wasn't feeling any better. He groaned, and lifted himself up. His better half finally won, and he decided to go see what was up with Steve. He quickly dressed, throwing on a long sleeve that Steve had gotten him, and some jeans. The tile of the hallway was cold beneath his feet as he walked towards the elevators. He hesitated for a moment, finger almost touching the down button. What if he doesn't want to talk to me? Tony felt his hand lower a bit. Maybe I should just leave him alone for now... He began to walk away, but the aching feeling in him told him that Steve was upset about something, and he might just want to talk about it. Tony turned around, pressing the call button, and going to Steve's floor.

 He arrived at the floor, and headed to Steve's door. Tony knocked, and the door opened by itself. Confused, he stepped in. "Steve?" Tony called out into the empty room. It looked like the place hadn't been touched, everything neatly put in its place. "JARVIS, where's Cap?" he asked, looking in the bedroom and finding the bed neatly made. "He said he was going out for a walk, although in this weather I can't imagine where he would be going." The AI responded. Tony bit his lip. "I'm going to find him." he said, running back up to his room to grab his things and headed out after the blond.