Avengers Imagines

Aftermath -- Stony // Superfamily

Warnings: Stony with mention of Superfamily, some language, all sadness, post-civil war, reader is kind of involved, you are team Tony for this one so :/

Description: Steve decides to go home after leaving for months

Word count: 2286

A/N: I almost wish I didn't write this because I usually try to forget Civil War even happened HAH, but I had this idea and decided to run with it. If you're not team Iron Man then I apologize but I love him with all of my heart sooooo

i've had this written for awhile but now that i literally watched the a4 trailer today and cried i decided to post this to show my despair :')

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Steve knew that if he was really going to do this, he had to be quiet. He wasn't a spy or trained assassin, in fact, he still felt awkward in his post-serum body. Maybe this isn't a good idea after all.

He was surprised that the woman in the lobby let him in, even more surprised when he placed his thumb on the small keypad to access the top floors of STARK towers and it still worked. He thought Tony would've changed it by now.

The elevator door swings open to reveal a dark, empty hallway. That's okay, Steve thinks to himself. He knows the compound like the back of his hand. If he were to turn right, he would end up in the beautiful kitchen. Straight ahead, he would hit the large living room. And to the left, where he needs to go up a few stairs before he sees the rooms, is where he'll find his family.

Before he can take another step, however, something glints in the moonlight, flying silently in the air towards his face. Confused, Steve barely dodges the object as it implants itself in the wall behind him; only when he turns to analyze it does he realize it's a knife.

"FRIDAY, lights to 50% please," a tired but strong voice commands and Steve's heart stops in recognition; you're not part of the plan, you aren't supposed to be here.

But as the lights start to come on, he can see your small figure shuffling over to him and he unconsciously finds himself meeting you halfway. He spares a hasty glance at the couch where you were laying; blankets and pillows cover the surface as well as various food items scattered across the coffee table. Have you... have you been sleeping here?

"What are you doing here?" Steve stares at the frown on your lips, temporarily forgetting everything he is here to do.

"The receptionist let me in and m-my print still works," he mumbles almost incoherently, your presence still not having completely registered in his mind. "You look different."

And it's true, you've changed so much since the last time he saw you months ago. Your e/c seem darker and tired, bags he's never seen forming under them angrily. And he would never call you weak because he's seen the caliber of your strength many times himself, but your body seems smaller, as though you haven't had the time to take care of yourself the way you used to. And your skin is paler, maybe you haven't been sleeping? What has happened since he left?

You scoff bitterly, crossing your arms over your chest as you shoot a tired glare at the man in front of you. "Yeah, I bet I do look different." How wouldn't you look different? You don't have time to work out the way you used to what with taking and picking up Peter from school. And you certainly don't sleep most nights scared of your own thoughts or that Tony might actually work himself to death in the lab. "You look the same, well, besides the beard."

The two of you are silent for a minute, Steve absorbing all of your anger and sadness thinking of anything he can do to make it better and you battling with your own emotions. How can you simultaneously want to hug him and punch that pretty face?