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Promise

'They're closing right now, doctor is meeting with us to update' Bruce sent tony.

"Surgery's over, doctors giving us an update" tony said and stood up immediately, Wanda followed after putting both of their mugs in the sink. Tony was mostly sober at that point, the few hours hooked up to the banana bag really helped with that.

They walked quickly through the hallway and caught up with the rest of the team in front of the OR, the surgeon walking out just as they arrived. He pulled off his scrub cab and stretched his neck.

"How is he?" Tony asked.

The surgeon frowned when he saw that tony was hooked up to a banana bag, but answered his question, "he's stable... and is going to be just fine." Everyone let go of the breath they were holding when they heard those words. "He's going to need a few more surgeries to fix his leg, but we took care of the GSW's and his cracked skull. He's going to be on the NG tube for the time being, he's extremely malnourished and he'll need it for at least a few days to make sure he gets all of the nutrients he needs. As he finished his sentence, a bunch of nurses started pushing steve out of the OR and they all started walking with them. "He's going to be on the vent for a few more hours, once the anesthesia wares off, he'll start breathing on his own."

All tony could think of was steve, what the doctor was saying was going straight over his head. He grabbed his hand as they walked through the halls and ignored the thick bandages wrapping around his chest and shoulder along with the small bandage wrapped around his head.

When they made it to the room, they set steve up with all of the machines and a nurse pulled a chair up behind tony. "Oh thank you." He sat down and she pulled on some gloves.

"Looks like This is just about done." She rolled up his sleeve and removed the IV for him. He nodded and thank you and scooted up closer to the edge of the bed. He hesitantly scooped steve's motionless hand in his and wrapped his other hand around it.

"I'll be back soon to check in" the surgeon said before leaving the room and closing the sliding door behind him.

Now, it was about 11 o clock at night and they were all exhausted, from the morning drinking, the emotional roller coaster, and the hours of sitting in one spot with constant worry boiling inside of them... they were tired.

They all fell asleep unwillingly one by one through the night except for tony. He almost drifted off a few times, but forced himself to stay awake. The surgeon came by an hour later like he said and took him off the vent. His steady breaths were comforting. For a week and a half, he never thought he'd hear those again, see him, hold his hand...

It was about 4 in the morning at this point. Tony hand his head resting on his arm, as he gripped onto steves hand with both of his. The nurse just walked in to update his chart, make sure his vitals are good, checked his incisions... before leaving she out a hand on his shoulder, "mr. Stark, you should really rest. He's not going anywhere." She whispered.

He lifted his head slightly, and shook his head "I'm okay," she walked around behind him and pulled an extra pillow and blanket from the drawer.

She threw the blanket over his back and put the pillow on the edge of the bed where tony was laying, "get some rest" she insisted quietly and walked out of the room.

He repositioned the pillow it his was ached he leaned back and tried to stretch it out before shaking himself awake. He sighed and grabbed steves hand again.

"She's r-right" tony looked around the room to se who said that, "you need to rest" he looked at steve and saw that he was awake.

A smile plastered across his face, "you're awake"

"You should be asleep." Steve grumbled, he shifted uncomfortably in his bed and winced as he moved his shoulder a little too much.

"Don't try to move, do-do you need water I can get you water-"

"Tony" steve interrupted, "I'm fine" he squeezed tonys hand tightly and smiled wide. "I'm really happy to see you again"

Tony squeezed back and held back tears, "I missed you too..." he frowned and lifted his face to his face to try to cover his pain, "I-I'm so sorry" he couldn't fight it anymore, and he started crying. "I-I thought you were... I thought you were dead..." he let go of steves hand and buried his face in his hands, "I-I gave them the order to shoot..." he broke down as quietly as possible.

"Hey, hey tony," he put his hand on his cheek and wiped away some tears with his thumb. "Please stop, it's not your fault" he grabbed tonys hand and pulled it away from his face. "Tony," he whispered, "look at me" he grabbed his hand tightly and tony turned his head slightly towards him with a pitiful look on his face. "It's not your fault. And if you don't believe that then I forgive you for whatever you think you've done," tony forced a smile and wiped away some more tears, "I love you" he said with a smile.

Tony smiled back and kissed his hand, "I love you too" he said quietly as he struggled to regulate his breathing after the outburst of crying. "I thought I lost you... forever..." he stuttered and started crying again.

Steve sighed and tried to shuffle himself over in the bed, wincing in the process, "come here." He whispered and patted the side of the bed, tony looked at him hesitantly, "come here, tony." Steve repeated.

Tony stood up and wiped his face dry with the sleeves of steves sweatshirt he was wearing and lowered the railing before climbing onto the bed beside him, carefully making sure not to lay down on any sensors or IV's.

"I'm okay," steve reassured him as tony threw he arm over his chest lightly, steve laid his hand over tonys, "we're okay" he turned his head towards tony and their noses were only hair widths apart.

Tony cupped his cheek and kissed him softly, he'd finally calmed down. Being close to him, going to bed next to him again... the week and a half apart was indescribably impossible. He pressed his forehead against steves, "I told you to get your ass on that carrier"

Steve smiled, "I know, I'm sorry"  steve whispered and dug his head under tonys chin.

"Just... Never do that again." Tony whispered and kissed his forehead. Steve was barely awake but nodded. "Promise?" Tony brushes his fingers through steves hair.

"Promise." Steve answered sluggishly.