AVENGER IMAGINES

Steve - Moon and Sun.

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Steve.
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Moon and Sun.
Pt two of Deserts and Rain.
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It had been three week, three whole weeks without so much as a look from Steve. He never seemed to be around that much anymore. Always avoiding you and of course Bruce.

Steve really didn't want a broken face. Or anything else, for that matter. After you told Bruce what had happened when he found you the morning after, it took yourself and Natasha to calm him down. With Wanda forcefully holding him down just to be safe.

Bruce was dead set on hunting Steve down and killing him. You couldn't let that happen. You loved them both too much.

"Hey, whats up buttercup?" Tony's smooth voice pulled you from your thoughts.

He stood at the other side of the kitchen counter, a once sliver spanner in his left hand and a glass of what you knew was whiskey in his right. He was smeared with oil and mud.

"Not much Tone. You been up all night?" You asked, leaning over closer to him.

"Its 6am Y/N." He chuckled "I got up at five, couldn't sleep. How come your up this early?" He asked placing the dirty spanner on the side and taking a long gulp of the last of his drink.

His eyes crinkled up at the sides, he was worried about you. From time to time you would go into your own head and not return from anything from five seconds to hours. Tony knew it was hard. After Pepper left him, he was exactly the same but he had his toys to tinker with. All you had was your swords and that could be dangerous given you bumped into the wrong person at the wrong time. Weather it be Steve or not.

"Couldn't sleep either. I don't know how many times I have to wash my bed sheets to get rid of his smell." Your smile cracked and you gasped in a short breath.

You were glad you had Tony, he understood better than any of the others. Not that they weren't helpful or caring but Tony just knew what you needed. Over the last two and a half weeks you learned he wasn't so annoying and stand offish as what he liked to put out.

"Hey, Y/N. Come on." Tony shushed you from the other side of the sleek black counter.

Your head was bowed low, your forehead rested on the coolness of the counter.  Not letting Tony see your unreasoning tears. Your tear-ducts seemed ruthless, one mention of Steve and you were done for, to drown in your own salty tears.

Tony's free hand rested on the top of your head, gently comforting you. He hated to see you in such a way. He never knew that a single man could do this to a woman. It made him regret his past life choices so much more.

He always thought women were strong, resilient and had a "Fuck you" attitude when it came to men. Tony now knew he was mistaken.

He remembered very clearly the words Steve had used to describe his love for you. It rattled around it brain for days like a loose bolt in one of his tin suits.

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"Fury won't like this, Steve." Tony shook his head, he was more scared for his friends than anything else.

"You think I don't know that Tony? You think I don't realise that every night that's she's wrapped in my arms? Muttering something in Russian as always." Steve chuckled.