---STEVES POV---
I met carter when i was 12. That was 16 years ago. We met in 8th grade and quickly became friends. Carter had asked me, on my birthday, if we would be high school sweet hearts. I was in love with the kid before he asked, and fell more in love with him after. Carter was a sweet guy. He and my brother are probably the only reasons I joined the army. I wanted to stay close to them.When high school started carter and I went our own ways. He took up football, with my brother, while I took up art. It didn't matter what time of the day it was, or if he was at a game, carter always called. Some Friday nights after a long game he'd come over. I'd cook him dinner then we'd spend all night together in my small room. He was always with me, and we never fought. We did come close though. I got mad at him for not calling me when he got back from his long road trip. He ended up coming over later, after he'd gotten home and brought a rose, takeout and an old World War Two movie. Although we didn't really spend time watching the movie, if you know what I mean. Carter was always the charmer, he was the right partner.
Carter, Bucky and I graduated 4 years later. We spent our months at basic training then shipped out over seas." we served two tours then came home. Within the first week Carter proposed, and I said yes I loved the man that I spent most of my youth with.he died when I was 25. He made it through hell only to be killed by a drunk driver. He made it through hell. I thought life was never going to be the same, but then this assignment fell on my lap and something happened. Three weeks went by before I met Mr. Stark. he was been hell, yet... and, yet...
My undercover assignment was to go and watch Mr. Stark and keep a close eye on him in case the men who took Laurel Stark ever came back. I don't know if this case is a blessing or a curse. Getting close isn't an option. I can't get close. If Tony ever found out the truth, in this case and everything that I'm working towards will of been for nothing. I know this is silly to say now, but I feel, I might be falling for Mr. Stark.
It's funny, and I don't know how much longer I can hide this feeling in side. Tony,he reminds me a lot of Carter.and again I feel like I might end up in the same exact place I did when I was 25. The only way I know how to make sure I make it out of this is not feel a thing. I know this won't work, but it's worth a try. Right?
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FanfictionGenius, Billionaire, Playboy, Philanthropist, and brother. Tony was 6 when his little sister Loral Stark was born. 10 years later Loral grew up, and started to follow in her brothers footsteps. Things started to take a down hill turn when Howard and...