Death of the DreamWhen Tony stood up at the podium at Steve's funeral, he looked into the eyes of all the people who had ever loved Captain America, and saw hate.
They all hated him.
They blamed him for Steve's death.
So did he.
He'd thought, for a brief moment, about not coming; about sparing them all from his presence. But the thought of not speaking at the funeral of his best friend didn't sit well with him. So he stood, tall and composed, to tell the world about the man he had let die.
"Steve Rogers . Steve was a good man. A great man. He was my best friend and I," he paused, swallowed hard and thickly to repress the bile building up, "I loved him. I did. We didn't always see eye to eye, especially over the past few weeks, but I loved him, and this " He put his face in his hand and took a shuttered breath, felt the levy break loose, "This wasn't supposed to happen. I never meant for any of this to happe
I love you - Stony"Steve? Hey, Steve?" Tony was looking for the man to finally confess his feelings.
Maybe it wasn´t one of his brightest ideas to do it here, on the party where everyone knew their team and could use it againts them in some way but screw it. He has spent many nights thinking over the man and couldn´t concentrate on his work. He was even blushing like some teenage girl in his presence. He! Tony Stark, blushing.
So here he was pushing himself through the crowd and ignoring everyone. After a few minutes he could see two figures in the distance. One, larger and taller had to be Steve´s and... is he talking to someone?
Tony´s heart was beating wild in his chest.
"Steve...?" Tony froze in his tracks as he saw Steve being kissed by a beautiful, tall, brown- haired woman.
It surprised the man and it took him a moment to realize what was happening. He pushed the woman away immediately and then turned his head after the voice.
"Hahah... Yep. Uh...well. Never mind. I... I´ll leave you two