IfIShouldLoseYouNow

There was a high pitched screaming coming from Tony’s workshop. It had been going on for a few minutes already, and it didn’t seem like it was going to be stopping any time soon. There was a building wide power surge just before the screaming started. Steve, finally deducing that there was something very very wrong, decided to go down to the workshop. He was nervous and uncomfortable; he wasn’t allowed the in the workshop and he never felt a need to press the matter. However, JARVIS granted him access to the room without a hassle, which startled him. He moved toward the sound of the screaming only to see, “Oh... shit.

Tony sneaked up behind Steve and wrapped his arms around the other man's waist. Steve jumped and Tony buried his face into his back. "Hi," he said. He took a deep breath, inhaling all that was Steve. He couldn't wipe the goofy grin that was plastered on his face. "Hello, there," Steve said, twisting himself around so that Tony was leaning against his chest. "How are you this morning?" Tony hummed contently and didn't answer. It had been a few weeks since the Pianos and Confessions Day, as they called it. Steve wrapped his arms around Tony and kissed the top of his head. "What do you want to do today?" Tony shrugged. "Dunno." "C'mon. You h

Steve stepped into the house. He had gone for a run simply to get out of the house. He cared deeply for Tony and was happy to stay in his home, but there was only so much Tony Stark someone could handle before needing a break. He was sweating and his breath was slightly heavy, but within seconds his breathing returned to normal. He began taking off his shoes and crinkled his nose at the smell. Those yellow socks were not made for sweat and they reeked. Steve wasn't sure why he had put on the socks Tony gave him, but it just felt right. He was reminded of Tony's birthday and smiled. He remembered what it was like to see Tony so genuinely happ

Tony filled the dustpan one final time and then looked at the now clean dining room. It was incredibly empty now, seeing as there was no longer a table. He had dragged out the remains of that a few hours before. He found it funny that he didn't remember smashing all the plates, breaking the windows, or ripping the legs off of the table, but he remembered Steve picking him up and tucking him into the blankets. And he remembered that goddamned dress. The whole reason this happened. He remembered the reason he forgot. “Good job.” Tony jumped. Steve was leaning against the wall. He looked surprised. “One room down, the rest o

Tony peaked one eye open, then snapped it shut immediately against the sun pouring in the window. He had a headache. He was nauseous. He hated life. The previous night was a blur, but he was able to remember a few things. He was drunk. That explained how he felt now. He was angry, but he was also sad. He couldn't quite remember why. He started breaking things. He could feel cuts in his hands, presumably from broken glass. Steve had flown to New York two days before. He was supposed to be back now. Steve's absence was the reason he was able to get totally sloshed. Tony rolled over, only to bump into something. Or rather... someone? He peaked

“I have to go to New York tomorrow,” Steve said suddenly. They had just gotten home from the hospital and Steve was cooking dinner, just as Tony predicted he would. Tony was sitting at the counter instead of being off somewhere in the house doing god knows what. Steve was really enjoying the company. “New York?” Tony was taken off guard. “Why tomorrow?” Steve sighed. He had just put the potatoes in the oven. Everything was ready; they just had to wait. “This is going to sound forward of me—” Steve stopped and tried to judge the look on Tony's face. “But it seems as though I'm going

“I'm back!” Tony shouted, slamming the door to alert Steve of his return. The other man sat upright on the couch. He had fallen asleep without realizing it. Waking up before the sun to make sure his personal affairs were in place before Tony woke up and then staying awake until after he had fallen asleep everyday was beginning to wear on him. Even super soldiers needed sleep. Tony sauntered into the room, a single shopping bag in his hand, to find Steve wiping the sleep from his eyes. “Hello Tony,” he said, yawning. “Sleepy?” Tony asked, plopping down beside him. He put the bag on the table. “No...

“Happy birthday to you, happy birthday to you, happy birthday dear TOOOONYYYY, happy birthday to you,” Steve sang as he entered the billionaire's bedroom. Tony stirred under the covers. It had been a few weeks since he had told Steve what happened to Pepper and ever since he got it off his chest, he was sleeping much better. “Wake up,” Steve said, kicking the leg of the bed. “I'm up. Jesus,”  Tony whined. He rolled over to see that Steve was carrying an in-bed tray. There was a steaming plate of waffles, a glass of orange juice, and a small vase with a single flower in it. Tony couldn't name it if he tried

“Do you want to know how she died?” Tony asked. Steve was taken aback. The two had been sitting on the couch reading; Steve The Great Gatsby, Tony Wired magazine. The question was completely out of nowhere. “Well, do you want to know or not?” Tony asked. He had thrown his magazine to the table their feet were resting on. Steve lowered his book. Why did Tony bring it up? Steve wanted to say no; he didn't want to put Tony through the pain of telling him. But if Tony brought it up, maybe he wanted to get it off of his chest. “Um... sure. If you want to tell me.” “Okay,” Tony sighed. “The

Steve heard the squealing of tires and ran to the window to catch a quick glimpse of one of Tony's many cars before it turned around the corner and disappeared from sight. “You've got to be kidding me,” he muttered. That was six hours ago and Steve was starting to get worried. “JARVIS! Can you find him?” he shouted. “My apologies Mr. Rogers, but it seems as though Mr. Stark has disabled my tracking protocols.” Steve rolled his eyes. “Of course he has.” Another hour passed and Tony still hadn't returned. Steve was left to pace back and forth. Finally, he decided he was going to have to go loo