Fear and pain crossed Steve’s face. No, it couldn’t be! He had...he had watched him die. He had watched Tony die! Why was he here now? Why was he in this Hydra base? Why did a very much Anthony Stark walk through that door?
“.....Tony.....” a choked gasp left the soldier’s throat in shock. He didn’t know what to do, what to say, how to act. Was he here to save him? Or was Tony with Hydra? No. He couldn’t go through this again. Not again please God, no.
“You’re dead...you should be...h-how?” Questions ran through Roger’s head like a wildfire. He couldn’t control the panic, the pain. He was useless, the rope tied around his wrists and behind the chair kept the man from running up and embracing his long lost friend. Tears, the slow stinging of salt water filled Steve’s blue eyes as they coursed their way down his cheek. Tony was alive.
I repeat Tony Stark was alive.