The Iron Captain

Chapter ten

 "I knew I'd find you up here." Steve looked up, only to see Tony standing above him- floating actually. He wore his Iron Man suit, the mask covering his face. The blond took his head in his hands and rubbed his temples. Tony was the last person he wanted to see right now. "What do you want Stark?" he mumbled into his hands. The other man floated to the roof top and landed, flipping up his mask so he could get a better look at the broken soldier before him.

 Tony sat next to him, and put his arm around the blond. The brunette looked up at the city sky, the stars being outshone by the lights below them. Steve picked his head up and tried to blink back his tears, not wanting the other to see him cry, but wanting to know what his intentions were. Tony looked over to him and smiled, seeing right through the man's serious mask. "You can't fool me Steve. I know you're upset, and I know you want to talk about it." He wiped away a tear that rolled down the blond’s cheek, causing him to flinch at the cold touch of the metal.

 Steve sighed and looked up at the sky, trying to think of what to say. So many things were going through his mind at that time, and he was just was too jumbled to put them all into words. "I- I can't tell you exactly." He finally managed to say, once again hunching over and wiping away his tears.

 Tony took his free hand and turned Steve's head towards him. "Listen. You know me well enough to know that whatever the hell you say, isn't going to change anything." The brunette stared into Steve's beautiful blue eyes that seemed so much darker now. He wanted to know what he was thinking, why he was acting this way. And Tony could only hope it was the same reason that he wanted it to be. Tell me you love me Steve, just please, tell me.

 Steve took his head away from Tony's metal hand, the cold no longer affecting his heated face. "You don't get it do you? I can't tell you what I need to tell you!" he yelled, becoming more and more frustrated with himself. He got up from his spot on the edge of the building and moved towards the door to the stairs. He wanted to clear his head, and Tony being there wasn't helping. The other man quickly got up and blocked his path. "Move out of my way Tony." Steve growled, glaring at the iron man. The brunette smiled and crossed his arms across his chest. "Make me."

 And so, he did. Without thinking, Steve stepped up to Tony and kissed him. Their lips danced with each other, a spark- no- a flame igniting with the simple touch between them. The soldier held Tony tight, wanting to be as close to him as possible. The brunette pressed against Steve with a passion, the cold of the metal seeping through the blond's clothing, but he felt nothing. His body was on fire, and it was the only thing he could feel. Tony's body melted under the blond's touch, and he wanted to shed the metal that encased him, the metal that kept him from truly connecting with this man, the one man that he finally realized he truly loved. He ran his hand into Steve's hair, tugging lightly, imagining himself screaming the man's name and grabbing even harder. The soldier smiled against Tony's lips, and the brunette took this opportunity to let his tongue slip in, and their tongues danced against each other in a way that made them lose themselves in the moment.

 Steve wanted him, oh, how he had wanted him. He wanted to feel his touch; he wanted to feel their bodies colliding, free of all things that held them back. Tony tried to bring their bodies closer, wanting to feel the heat. He wanted Steve to warm his icy heart, to make a fool out of him, to make him want more. He wanted them to become one; he wanted Steve to know just how long he had waited for this man to realize everything he felt about him. The soldier slammed Tony against the metal door, the force causing a small dent; but neither noticed. They could have fallen down the stairs, and they wouldn't have cared. Steve tried his hardest to just lose himself in this man, to just let it all go, forget everything that had ever happened to him, and  not care about whatever would. He wanted to live for now, for right now. Their kisses became even more passionate, their breathing even harder. "Tony..." Steve gasped, and Tony pushed himself off the door, causing their bodies to fly forward. Steve caught his balance, and they just stood there for a moment, panting, but not moving back from the kiss.