Steve's POV
I glanced over at the sleeping form next to me.
"Tony?" I asked. He stirred in his sleep before yawning and sitting up. His eyes trailed up and down my body with a confused look.
"Steve?" He gave me a questioning look before realization hit his face.
I don't know why I decided to comfort him last night. He just looked so lonely. Like he was completely and utterly lost.
Thinking about this, I pulled him into my side again. He buried his head in my neck and took a deep breath. I felt his lips graze my neck as he let the breath back out.
I shivered and he looked up at me.
"Why are you doing this for me? All I've done was be an ass to you." I smiled sadly and shook my head.
"No one, no matter what they've done, should be alone." I paused for a moment, "I don't want you to be alone." I finished quietly and looked down at my feet.
I heard a soft laugh and I felt fingers pulling my head up. I looked into dark brown eyes. I didn't quite understand the feelings coursing through me, but I understood them enough to know that the look in his eyes meant that the feelings were mutual. I leaned in slowly, and he copied my movements.
I paused just before our lips touched and I looked up from his lips and into his eyes before pushing my lips against his.
There were no words to describe how it felt. It burned, but it felt so damn good.
Our lips moved in sync with each other, my hand moved to the back of Tony's head, tugging at his short brown hair.
I pulled away for breath and rested my forehead against his.
"What does this mean?" I asked quietly. Tony shook his head and laughed quietly.
"What do you want it to mean?" His eyes met mine with a hopeful look.
"Boyfriends?" I questioned quietly. He smiled and nodded. I let out a sigh of relief and took his hand in mine.
I pulled him up and back to the door, grabbing the blanket that I'd brought when I first came up here. We walked back down the staircase hand in hand. I'm not entirely sure how this happened...
One second we were fighting and the next we were kissing on the rooftop. I suppose that people aren't entirely wrong when they say that opposites attract.
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A few weeks later (final battle of WWIII)
A few days ago we recruited a guy that had been exposed to too much gamma radiation. He was a scientist when he wasn't a giant green monster. He's eighteen years old. He seems to be a pretty good guy... or at least he is if he's not angry.
He finally decided that today's battle was in need of a giant green rage monster. What we have come to call "The Hulk" smashed through lines of enemy troops. Somehow they'd managed to use a cube called the Tesseract to call an alien army. We knew they were working with extra-terrestrials before, but this was a whole other level.
Natasha and I fought off aliens as they swarmed us, wave after wave. Clint stood on the top corner of a building, calling out patterns and strays. Thor (a god that had showed up when the extra-terrestrial attacks had started) flew from place to place, using his control over lightning to light the bastards up. And then there was Tony.
He was everywhere. He moves from one fight to the next without even stopping. He saved my ass a few minutes ago, and helped me kill a large number of the aliens, his fire power hitting my shield and bouncing off into the enemy's bodies.
Natasha decided it was time to move on and try to get to the top of Stark tower. We were fighting in Manhattan and Tony's building seemed to be the source of the portal. The portal started with an odd looking device and ended in the sky.
Natasha hopped a ride on an alien vehicle, flying over head. She steered it to the top of Stark tower, where the portal started, and she left my line of sight.
Not ten minutes later I heard her voice in my ear. "I can close it, I can close the portal. Can anyone copy?" My heart raced at the opportunity that we'd gotten.
"Close it." I replied, almost immediately.
"No, don't." Tony's voice rung out in all of our ear pieces.
"Tony what do you mean? We can end this." I spoke worriedly, I just wanted it to be over.
"I've got a nuke comin' in and I know just where to put it." He said, my heart thudded, he wouldn't come back from that.
"Tony you know that's a one way trip right?" I asked quietly, thinking back to the time that I said that he only fought for himself.
"I know. I'm sorry Steve." He stopped talking and I decided to keep my mouth shut and try to kill as many of these ugly bastards as I could.
I turned and watched as Tony flew by me pushing a nuke up towards the portal in the sky.
"You're forgiven." I whispered, watching as the person I'd fallen for pushed a nuke into a hole in space. I knew then that I'd never see him again.
A tear slid down my cheek. I watched as white flashed in the realm that seemed close but was so far away. I watched as my boyfriend lost his life, he was gone.
"Close it." I muttered into the ear piece, addressing Natasha. I watched as the portal closed, hoping above all things that I would
See him again.
The portal shrunk into a tiny dot in the sky and then disappeared, Tony fell and a smile spread across my face.
"Son of a gun." I muttered under my breath, watching him closely.
"He's not slowing down." Thor said, he was standing beside me. He started spinning his hammer but before he could get off the ground, The Hulk jumped out of a building and caught Tony. He landed on the ground and dropped Tony with a growl.
He lay on the ground, unmoving. I bent over him and pulled his mask off. Tears formed in my eyes again as he lay on the ground. I bent over his mouth and listened to see if he was breathing. I couldn't tell. I leaned away and let tears fill my eyes.
I sat and stared for a moment in complete silence, and then, out of nowhere, the Hulk screamed in Tony's face.
He bolted up, breathing heavily.
"What happened? Did someone kiss me? Please tell me nobody kissed me." I laughed and pulled him up.
"I thought you were dead." I whispered as I pulled him into a hug. His suit wasn't very warm, I could barely get my arms all the way around it so I let go and settled for a peck on the lips.
"Don't ever do anything like that again." I muttered against his lips.
"We aren't finished yet."
