Mending the Broken

Things go South and Close Bonds are Made

Tony finally answered the phone. He had ran from the Roger's household, panicked. He'd been gone for almost two hours, and Steve was getting worried. 

"Tony where are you? What are you talking about? Tony?" Tony could hear the urgent fear in Steve's voice.

"I messed up and I don't even know how..." Tony said.

"Where are you?" Steve sounded scared. The urgency in his voice making Tony want to tell him.

"He kicked me out Steve."

"That son of a bitch," Steve growled. "Tony please tell me where you are. Please," Steve pleaded.

"The Bridge Steve. The bridge," Tony finally gave in and Told Steve. Tony's voice held a heartbreaking note.

"Tony, please don't do anything. Please just...please stay there. Don't move."

Tony was hesitant to answer. Steve let out another begging "Please."

"Okay...Okay..." Tony said.

"Promise me you won't hang up?"

"Promise..."

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Tony waited until Steve arrived. The blond's blue eyes were full of worry. "Tony...come off of there please..." Steve said softly. He didn't want to admit it, but the blond had grown to care for Tony. He used to kinda hate the guy.

Tony turned to look at Steve. Then closed his eyes, took a deep breath, and began climbing down, albeit shakily. Once he got safely onto the ground, Steve took him into a hug. Tony hated hugs, they made him uncomfortable and feel unsafe....but...Steve's didn't, he felt safer than he'd ever felt in his entire life. Steve was at least half a foot taller than Tony.

Steve guided Tony to the car as soon as the dark haired teen calmed down a little. "I'm sorry I'm such a fuck-up.." Tony said softly. For once, Steve didn't correct the language.

"You aren't a fuck-up, Tony," Steve said seriously.

"Then what do you call it?" At Steve's silence, Tony said, "See?"

"Tony. Stop doing that to yourself." Steve's fingers gripped the steering wheel tightly, his knuckles turning white. "You aren't a fuck-up. There's nothing wrong with you. You've been through a lot and I can tell, even if I didn't know your story, I could tell," Steve said. "You know...I was wrong about you," Steve said after Tony didn't say anything.

"Wrong about me?" Tony questioned.

"Yeah...I'm going to be honest. I really did think that you thought you were too good to have friends."

Tony looked away from Steve. "But then I realized, that none of that's true." Steve kept his eyes on the road. Tony looked back at him.

"It's not that I didn't want friends...It's just..." Tony cut off as his voice cracked with sadness. He took a deep breath. "I've been told that..." Tony cursed under his breath. "I've been told before that no one cares about me. So, I took up the act of being an asshole so I wouldn't get hurt...I guess it turns out, that was a pretty bad decision."

Steve pulled into the driveway. "Tony. We will help you. You just have to let us," the blond said. Tony searched his eyes for any sign of a lie. There was absolutely nothing but truth in the blue pools.

For the first time in forever, Tony believed someone with all his heart. He just hoped it wouldn't come back and hit him in the face. But, there was still that doubt. The two went inside. No one had left yet, too worried about the state of their friend. The second the door opened, Tony was overwhelmed with questions. It caused his mind to go haywire, sending out warnings. The door was shut behind him, Steve was beside him, Natasha, Clint, and Sam in front of him. There was nowhere to run. "Guys back off!" A voice bellowed causing Tony to flinch and fall back.

"Woah, woah, woah," Steve said. His hands rushed out to catch Tony. "It's okay, it's just my dad."

"S-sorry.." Tony said still a little shaken. There was more room. Tony calmed down a little.

"Why don't you all go to the living room so we can talk to Tony," Sarah said softly. Steve tried to leave, but Tony latched onto his arm with pleading eyes.

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Tony latched onto the only thing, or person in this case, he knew he could trust wholeheartedly. Tony knew he was probably screwing himself over by trusting anyone. But, he couldn't help but trust Steve. The four sat at the kitchen table. "Do you want to tell us what's going on Tony?" Sarah asked kindly. Her tone was open, signaling that if the teen didn't want to talk, he didn't need to. Tony didn't say anything for a while, but, when he did...it took them by surprise.

Short Chapter...But it's okay.