chapter twelve: make up with steve

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I speed down the road towards Avengers Headquarters. Pulling up, I roll past Steve. Reversing back to him, I roll down the window. 

"Why the long face? Let me guess, he turned into a baby." I say, looking up at him.

"Among other things, yeah. What're you doing here?" Steve asks.

"That's the EPR paradox. Instead of pushing Lang through time, you might've wound up pushing time through Lang. It's tricky. Dangerous. Somebody could've cautioned you against it." I get out of the car to face him. 

"You did." Steve sighs. I know how hard it was for him to admit that.

"Oh did I? Thank God I'm here. Regardless, I fixed it. A fully functioning time-space GPS. I just want peace," I hold up the universal symbol for peace, "turns out, resentment is corrosive and I hate it."

"Me, too."

"We got a shot at getting these stones, but I gotta tell you my priorities. Bring back what we lost, I hope, yes. Keep what I found? I have to, at all costs. And, maybe not die trying would be nice."

"Sounds like a deal." I walk to the trunk and pull out the shield I've been keeping in my garage for years. Steve is taken aback. 

"Tony, I don't know..." He sighs. 

"Why? He made it for you. Plus, honestly, I have to get it out of the garage before Morgan takes it sledding." I hand it over to him. 

"Thank you, Tony." He looks me in the eye. 

"Will you keep that a little quiet? Didn't bring one for the whole team. We are getting the whole team, yeah?" Things still seem a little tense between us, but relations are improving. 

"We're working on that right now."

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