Graduated Time [ 00.00 ] - StevexTony AU

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It feels a little strange...I thought I would have to distance myself from him but when I heard from Natasha that Steve was so lonely that he'd curl up into blankets every night I had to invite him to live here. At least I think that's what he would do I have no idea.

Thinking about when I was in love with Steve a while after I came back from 1945 and then thinking about what he said to me on the Helicarrier and thinking about who he actually is...it's confusing. I don't know what I think about him, I just know I felt bad for him being on his lonesome.

Seeing him sit in the kitchen was..nice. He looks good. And I've thought a lot about why I didn't just tell him we are soulmates, I mean he maybe already knows and doesn't feel anything for me and thought it was weird so he decided to not talk about it at all?

He's from 1918 he's gotta be—okay no maybe he isn't necessarily homophobic but what are the odds he'd ever like a man? Probably 0 to a 100.

Why am I even thinking about this? It doesn't matter, it doesn't have to at least. I've let go of Steve in that way, all we'll ever be are friends. And it's no ones fault, or it's both of us. My fault 'cause I lied to him and his fault 'cause of what he said to me.

I can tell you that Pepper turned into the devil when she found out I hadn't told Steve that we are soulmates and that I clocked out. She scolded me for probably 3 weeks and even told me to call him, which I didn't, and just tell him.

I don't think I can. I have been handling it surprisingly well and when Pepper later saw the display of my watch, which I had stopped wearing permanently, and that it was cracked.

"You chose to not be with him..." she had said, a little struck with sadness. I told her the situation like I always do and she finally apologized for lashing out on me, I never really took to much offense of it anyway.

Anyway, I showered for a few minutes and got dressed in new clothes. Standing in a towel in the mirror and staring at the arc reactor in my chest, the thing that was killing me just about 2 years ago, and then taking notice in how long my hair had gotten.

𝘐 𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘬 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘢 2010𝘴 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘵𝘵𝘩𝘳𝘰𝘣. 𝘐𝘵'𝘴 𝘨𝘳𝘰𝘴𝘴.

I thought before ruffling it and dragging my hand through it so that it wouldn't swoosh to the side, it looked weird. I put on some clothes and stepped outside, taking the elevator up to the dining area. The kitchen is on the same floor.