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𝘖𝘶𝘳 𝘋𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘺 (2/6) [031]

He arrived at the reception. He was still confused about what he would do, but he was immediately sent to Tony's office.

- Cap? I heard you were retiring in the capital. Why did you come back - There was Tony. Younger, relaxed, working lively, about to make a joke with which he would have been enraged at another time.

His first reaction was to pounce, hug him despite Stark complaining. He lowered his strength, just to allow him to breathe, but he didn't let go. Tears rolled down her cheeks. - Are you alive...

Tony tried to push him away again. - But of course, I am. I haven't seen you or the rest of the team in a few months, it doesn't mean I did something so stupid to die.

Rogers laughed, wiping his face with the back of his hand. - Of course not.

That answer seemed strange to Tony. He had never proved him right. - Ok ... What happened to you in Washington?

That distant memory suddenly struck him. Washington. Bucky The death of the Stark.

I should tell him ...

- Tony ... I must tell you a lot. Can we go somewhere else? - He asked. He had the feeling that his life depended on it and maybe he was right.

- I have a busy day. My director took ... a break and there is no one who supers.

- Pepper. - Steve spoke immediately, noticing a small bit of pain in the eyes of Tony, who shunned him, observing elsewhere in the office.

- It's ... somewhat indisposed. We both had a series of operations and I think she should recover more than me. I mean, I almost ripped my chest, but she had more ... complications. - He continued without looking into his eyes.

- Your reactor. - Steve replied. He remembered again the way that the Tony he knew, the one who hurt, had thrown his reactor before disappearing for five years. He felt his throat stop making any sound. A reminder that I should solve everything.

- I was thinking of telling everyone when we met, but yes. I finally got rid of the reactor. Although that is not the big news. Bruce and I have an idea. It involves a strange Hydra artifact, I guess you're interested.

The blond smiled, knowing exactly where all this led: Ultron, Wanda, Pietro, Vision, the gem of the mind that he had to return to Hydra for the Avengers to obtain. - Yes, I'm interested. But there is something important that I must tell you. In fact ... it's quite what you should know.

- More important? I really don't believe it, Cap. - He raised an eyebrow and crossed his arms.

- I just ask you to listen to me. Free your busy day. It is really important. - Steve became something serious. Tony agreed, calling his AI to suspend his plans for that afternoon.

They went up to the PentHouse. Steve watched wistfully around him. That seemed strange to Tony.

- And good? What is that so important? - Tony approached the renovated living room for Hulk's previous attack on Loki.

- Aren't you going to drink? - The Captain sat on one of the sofas.

- In fact I was going to do it despite your scolding. - He walked to his bar.

- I wasn't going to object. You will need it. If you had some of Thor's liquor, I'd drink too. - Steve confessed.

- How bad is it? - Tony poured one of his bottles in two glasses with ice. It wouldn't work for Rogers, but he didn't want to drink alone. He sat a safe distance from the blond, but Steve slid to find himself closer to him and accept the glass.

- I really don't know where to start. - He drank the liquid in one sip. Tony wasn't surprised, Steve really wanted to feel the effect of alcohol, but it wasn't going to work.

Steve spoke. He only spoke while Tony listened, incredulous in some places, annoyed, sad, frustrated and sometimes lost his breath. Steve was right, they needed those drinks. The bottles accumulated on the coffee table as the hours passed.