Our Perfect Never •||• stony

Part V - Brunch

-=Tony=-

"Sir." Friday's Irish voice echoes through my room, and I look up to answer her.

I nod for her to continue.

"Vision has informed me that Captain Rogers was planning to leave to the building." She informs me.

I furrow my eyebrows and rub my temples, trying to nurse a headache I had recently gotten.

I stand up and hobble over to the door, making my way to Steve's room.

I get there and knock twice, waiting and listening, then knocking again.

I hear heavy footsteps approaching, followed by the door swinging open.

Steve stands before me, a towel hanging dangerously low on his waist and a hair towel on his head, his damp hair still dripping with shower water. His bare chest is so defined and glistening. I swallow hard as I look back to his face

"I'm trying to have a shower," Steve states, his face in an unamused look, his hand gripping the door frame. My cheeks glow red and I look away, fumbling for my words.

"Friday told me that you were leaving without telling me. I don't want you to get hurt, okay." I rush out, his face softening and then morphing into a smile.

"I was just going to get some brunch. Maybe even some groceries? We have no food." He cocks his head, a smirk on his face.

I look into his eyes and realise that he's telling the truth.

"So you're staying in the city? Not accidentally wondering off to Brooklyn or Queens?" I purse my lips and wait for an answer, catching his quick glance to my lips.

"Yeah, of course. I promise I will be within the city limits." He blinks a couple times and waits for me to say something else.

I realise a couple moments later that I interrupted his shower and he might want me to leave.

"Sorry." I quickly say then start back down the hall.

"I appreciate your concern for my wellbeing, Tony!" Steve shouts behind me.

"Whatever Capsicle," I mutter back, running my fingers through my uneven hair.

**

-=Steve=-
The motor of my bike revs to life once again as I get ready to leave. She purrs like a leopard and works like a charm. My perfect mode of transport into the city.

I drive off down the massive garage, my bike's revs echoing through the enormous room. The garage door slowly opens as I approach it, giving me the freedom I yearned.

I sigh as the cool summer breeze weaves its way through my hair. This is what I want.

Time alone.

I ride into the woods surrounding the facility, the canopy hanging low to the road, and the sun just being able to reach the road through the thick trees.

The mix of pine, maple and redwood trees infesting my lungs with their wonderful scent.

I brake through the barrier of flora, and with the forest on my back and the city on the horizon, I ride on towards my destination.

**

Traffic sucks.

I sit patiently on my bike, looking for any gaps to weave through to get out.

A car crash seems to be the reason.

"Someone help me! Please!" I hear a faint scream ahead, my ears focusing on the sound. The truck in front of me is blocking my view, so I look up, and my eyes widen immediately.

Smoke.

I jump off my bike and run through the maze of cars, leaping over some that are in the way.

I ignore the beeping and honking of the annoyed drivers as I make my way to the screaming.

"Where are you?!" I yell, trying to get the person to speak again.

I hear them yell again and I make my way to the sound. A policeman comes running up to me to tell me to stay away, but I push past him.

I get to the crash site and realise that it is worse than I thought.

A mass collision happened, which included four cars, one of which is on its side and another on its roof.

All except one car are on fire, the screaming coming from inside that car. How did I not hear this?

I jog over to it and grab the door, ready to pull it off its hinges.

"Stop! Save my son, please!" A woman looks up at me from inside the car, her face smeared with tears and blood.

Without a second thought, I move over to the backseat, grasping the already broken door in my hands and detaching it, giving me a view of the child.

He sits upside down, unconscious with a gash on his temple.

I reach over him and yank the seatbelt, coming loose after a few hard pulls.

I grab his limp body and gently hoist him over my shoulder, slowly making my way to safety.

Laying his body gently on the ground and out of danger, I sprint back to the car.

"Here, quickly, hold on to me," I say calmly to the woman, and she does what she's told, wrapping her slender arms around my torso.

I slide her out of the seat, the seatbelt unable to come loose. I move her around in my arms so I'm carrying her bridal style back to where her son lies unconscious.

When the place where I left the boy comes into view, I see a man sitting on the sidewalk, straddling the boy's head in his lap and checking his pulse.

The man's styled, brown hair shielding his face from my sight.

"Shaun!" The woman glances up from my chest as we get closer and has immediate relief to see him safe.

The man cradling Shaun's head looks up in confusion, his eyes immediately meeting mine.

They are so stunning. Like the purest of emeralds, sparkling like nothing could put out their flame.

I keep eye contact with him as I place the mother next to her child in a loving reunion.

Even though the child is half conscious.

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