Stony Caste System

~Just Go Back Home~

My heart was pounding in my chest and I tried not to cry in front of him, "Steve, I-"

But he roughly cut me off, "I can't do this right now."

"What do you mean?" I began to form feelings of betrayal.

Steve seemed to be fidgety and looked around, "I can't handle your overflow of emotions."

My tears of sorrow turned into frustration. "You can't handle my emotions?"

"I have to leave tomorrow, and I don't want to leave on an argument." He seemed to look through me, as if I wasn't even there.

Steve walked away, brushing past my shoulder and hurriedly turned the corner.

I felt like my insides were screaming out for help, but no one could hear me. My heart was struggling to beat and it was like I was under water, just floating their, breathless. Every part of me was telling myself that crying or screaming would make it go away, but did I really want to cry for him? Like a wave crashing upon my head, I felt dizzy and needed to sit down.

I stumbled outside and began to head home when I almost ran into Natasha. I roared my engine for her to leave, but she wouldn't step out of the way. 'Well, I could just run her over... What a tempting thought...'

Finally, I climbed out of my car and she ran up to me, "Tony, I'm sorry." She knew I knew.

"Why would you go with him?" I snarled at her.

"I am going to keep an eye on them for you, and besides, I speak Russian." She said calmly.

She continued to calm me down and finally ended with, "Well, you should make sure you say goodbye to him, don't leave him on a bad note."

I left for home, 'I can't deal with your overflow of emotions...'

Why would he say something like that? After what we went through? I thought he loved me...

As I got home, I grabbed a cup of scotch and slammed myself into the couch. "Should I really care?"

'I am tired of his mind games... Does he love me or not?'

"The real question is, do I love him or not."

~•~

Without an inch of sleep and a night full of booze, I raced to see the 'Great' Captain America off. He was climbing the stairs as I screeched in, leaving a trail of black tire streaks behind me.

He softly smiled and descended the stairs, I raced to him and we kissed. "I promise I will be back soon." He smiled.

Steve boarded the plane and disappeared behind the tinted windows. I was pulled off of the stairs and shoved away from the plane. It was the winter dick storming through.

"I trust you will protect him while I am not here to." I said, trying to somehow befriend him.

"You never were supposed to be here, if only he remembered that he loved me, he is just confused because of a piece of trash like you." And he spit at my feet.

"What?! You piece of shit! Steve has never loved you!" I screamed, rolling my hands into fists.

"You should have died back then! If only I wouldn't have to worry about dealing with you." He glared at me and began to ascend the stairs.

I was completely frozen, "Maybe I should have died... But, maybe you should have too."

Bucky was ready to jump at me, but a flight attendee told him to board or get off. I watched as the plane took off with my only friend, my lover, and the has been who is trying to steal my man.

I raced home, refusing to lose to someone like him. I got in my suit and began to fly to Russia. Do to suit complications, I was unable to get there for a few days. I searched out their hotel and raced up the stairs, the damn hotel's elevator was out of service.

After knocking on the door five times, Steve opened it and I jumped into his arms, "Please stay away from Bucky."

"What? What are you doing here?" He said confused.

"Don't trust him, I know he loves you! Please keep your distance."

"I won't promise that." He said.

"What?" I choked out, slipping away from him.

"I can't let him just get kicked out, he was protecting me! That's why I begged for him to go on this mission with me." He yelled at me, "He is my best friend!"

Steve walked back into his room. "W-wh-"

"Tony, just go back home." And he shut the door on me.

I can't remember how I got home, but when I woke up, most of the furniture in my house was destroyed.

"I want to be done... Why can't I just fucking be done?"