Facing your own allies (Tony Stark/Iron man and Steve Rogers/ Captain America)

Starting (unedited)

After that, Steve and Tony had spent a good three hours going through Bruce's thing's. They had narrowed it down to about six places. That was still a lot of ground to cover. Tony devised a simple sorting system. Item's or journal notes that were centered more upon a particular place. Tony decided that the surplus of item's would more likely be the favorite place versus the journal entry's which would seem to prove time spent there. Which might also prove to be most common and most likely, but that was just a theory.

"It says here that the language engraved on the ring is Spanish. It also says that the design is Guatemalan. Maybe?" Tony laughed a little.

"You just Google searched it, didn't you?" Steve blushed slightly.

"Maybe. What else would you like me to do?" Tony shook his head, a grin prominent on his features.

"Nothing, Cap. It's fine," Tony amended, "So that's 6 Berlin, 9 Russia, but that's still least likely, 10 Mexico, 15 Brazil, 18 India and finally, that bring's Guatemala up to 8." Tony tossed Steve one of Bruce's journal's. Apparently, he wrote a lot during his travel's. Maybe it was a way to keep sanity given the small amount's of human contact that he could indulge in. Must have been difficult since in most of the places he had been to the people there didn't even speak his language. Tony couldn't even image the loneliness that would have ensued. Tony himself was viewed as as popular guy, a playboy, a guy always on the party circuit. What most people didn't know was that Tony was a pretty intimate person when it came to his friends. He didn't have many, probably didn't need many. Before there was Pepper and there was Rhodey. Well, there was Obidiah too, but Tony didn't count him after he tried to kill him. Before, Obidiah seemed smart, dependable and like the missing father figure, then Obbie betrayed him and Tony didn't really know who to trust after that.

Then he met Bruce. Bruce and, well, all of the Avenger's proved to be trustworthy friends. Sure, Tony didn't get along with all of them, but there was something...different about the whole ordeal. Though two in particular stood out. Obviously one being Bruce and oddly enough the other was Steve. Everybody seemed to like Steve. He was charming, charismatic, friendly and just seemed to be good for the sake of, well, good. Picture perfect hero figure. Tony wouldn't necessarily admit his slight distaste for the man. And it probably isn't the reason you'd think. Tony, the man who had everything, was in a way jealous of the soldier. The reason, call it volatile and petty, but Tony envied him for the way people viewed him, maybe deep down, even the way his Father had viewed him. Maybe it wasn't exactly fair to hold that against Steve, but Tony was know to hold a bit of a grudge.

"Are you sure we should be reading these?" Asked Steve. "Some of the stuff in here seem's pretty...personal. I think he might be pretty mad at us for intruding." Then Steve took a minute to look about the space. "Actually, I think we'll be dead men anyways after he see's all the mess," Steve said with a light laugh.

"Well, then he can kill us after he's safe," said Tony, emphasizing on the last part. Steve laughed again at Tony's joke. The atmosphere finally seemed to become less tense. "Let's just not tell him," Tony suggested. Steve's eyebrows raised.

"You mean lie?"

"Nope, not exactly. Just don't mention the finer detail's." Steve shook his head, almost amused.

"He's a genius, Tony, I think he'll figure it out." Tony huffed dramatically and gestured widely to himself.

"And what exactly do I look like to you?" Steve grinned, mischievously.

"Do you really want me to answer that, Tony?" Tony smirked and tossed another book Steve's way.

"Hit me with it, Cap."

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Mainly just a chapter for set up purposes. Hopefully the next chapter will be more interesting.