Our Perfect Never •||• stony

-=32 - My Jacket=-

-=Tony=-
My hand grazes the empty bed beside me. I know that I should expect it to be like that, but I didn't think I would be so cold and unwelcoming.

The sweet, morning birds chirp on our rooftop and the sound of local cars buzz in the street as the tired town awakens and the sun bathes the ground in warmth.

I sit up, looking to the couch which I assumed Steve slept on. Empty. What time is it? I check one of the phones we took. 5:47 am. Damn, I really passed out.

The sweater slips off my shoulder slightly as I nibble on the sleeve, standing up and peeking into the kitchen. Not here. Where did he..?

I take a peek into the bathroom. Nothing. Furrowing my eyebrows, I throw a jumper on and pad out onto the front deck, spotting the motel woman placing a stack of newspaper on a stand downstairs.

"Good morning, miss," I lean against the rail as she looks up at me, waving and placing her hands on her hips.

"Why, hello, lovey. How are you?"

"I'm good, yeah, um, I just wanted to ask if you saw my friend this morning." I pull on the oversized fur-edged jumper thinking about how big it is. I must have gotten the wrong size.

"Oh, yes he went around the side of the motel at about five o'clock this mornin'." She points and I walk down the stairs, following her directions without saying anything else.

As I enter the small field, my line of sight locks onto Steve, doing one-handed pushups on the grass next to what seems like a firepit. I place myself down on a log not too far from him.

"Isn't it a bit too early to be working out?" I question him, my bare feet curling in the dew-kissed grass.

"Not really," He huffs, not glancing up for even a second, "I'm a bit of an early-bird, apparently."

"No shit," I comment as I continue to pull on the fur of the jumper. Silence ripples through the air as he keeps counting his pushups under his breath.

"I wanna talk," I state, crossing my arms over the big jacket. He stops but still stares at the ground.

"About what?" He asks, holding the position.

"About what happened." I notice him visibly tense, his jaw clenching as he moves into a sitting position, wiping his face before meeting my eyes.

"You're wearing my jacket." He changes the subject, looking me up and down, then raising an eyebrow.

"That's why it's so big," I state and he grins at my reply, crossing his legs and putting his hands in his lap.

"...I have a feeling you aren't going to give it back anytime soon." He cocks his head and I shake mine in return.

"Nope," I snuggle myself into it more, hugging one of my knees to my chest, "It's a good choice on your part. I didn't think you were that... Fashionable."

"It was a lucky pick." He finishes the conversation and waits for me to say something else, probably hoping that it doesn't have to go the direction it will be going.

"You can't change the subject forever, Cap. But I won't force you to say anything. Just know that I'll hear you out and explain my side." I give him a moment to think about what I said before standing and heading back to the motel room.

**

I didn't think that it would be difficult to hack into my own phone, although I did install top of the line passcode entry and a firewall that is almost impossible to crack.

God damn it, Me. Why do I have to be so smart?

And these stupid fuckers who had the nerve to purchase my stuff! How much do they get paid at Leviathan to afford my stuff anyway?

Just a few more things I need to do before... Done! The phone opens and a photo of a man, woman and a dog come up as the wallpaper and I stop.

This man had a family. A partner and a pet.

I stare at it before going into the dial keypad, so eager to type in a phone number and call it that I don't think about consequences.

The door creaks open before I press dial and I whip my head around, relaxing when I see an exhausted and sweaty Steve.

"Back so soon?" I sigh and place the phone on the bedstand.

"It's been two hours." He states simply, grabbing his towel and heading for the bathroom.

"I was being sarcastic."

"I know." He answers softly before closing the door behind him.

Wow. For a man who can be so serious and intimidating, he sure can be a softie at times. I decide to leave the phone call until after we talk.

After a while, he finishes up in the shower, coming out in a tight long-sleeved shirt and jeans, a hair towel still sitting atop his head, semi-damp.

"I am ready to talk now." He says, not meeting my gaze.

"Are you sure? Because you don't have to." I reassure him, moving so I'm back against the pillows.

"I'm sure. I don't want to hold off any more, I want to tell someone."

"Sit," I tell him, watching as he takes a chair from the small dining table and places it next to the bed, sitting on it with his back straight.

"I'll go first." I offer him, lacing my fingers together and sitting up with my legs crossed. He nods in return.

"Is it alright if I say his name?" I tilt my head as I ask.

"... Yeah."

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