Fire And Ice (Steve And Tony)

Let The Fire Burn The Ice.

The snow was melted, and the two could finally fly home. Steve wasn't looking forward to it. There was already very awkward tension in the air between him and Tony, and it wasn't getting any better. He had ruined whatever small sliver of hope had once been there with his indecisiveness. Steve kicked himself mentally as he began to pack his suitcase. Tony had already packed his, and had went for a walk. Steve knew that he was trying to avoid him, but all he wanted to do was talk and see if they could work things out.

As Steve packed, he put on music to let it drain his thoughts. He didn't want to be drowning in his sorrows, and he didn't want Tony to know that he was hurting.

Tony came back into the room about an hour later and shut the door. He watched Steve for a while, then sat on the bed. "I guess we aren't seeing each other anymore?" He said in a resigned tone.

Steve shrugged. "I want to, but we have to be rational about this. What can we do? Pretend again? Look where that got us, and we are back to square one."

"I should never have agreed to be your pretend boyfriend," Tony said. "I had no idea I was going to fall in love with you, Rogers."

"You love me?"

"Yes, you dumb lug. I love you. But you are refusing to let me."

Steve shook his head. "Don't love me, Tony...Im poison."

"No you aren't," Tony reassured him. "Why can't you see what we had? Let the fire burn the ice."

"And if I give in? What happens then?"

"Only time will tell. But I don't think you'll regret it."

"I'll have a decision for you by the time we reach the airport," Steve promised.