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
The Avengers - Stony drabble - One with mean Steve
warning - tickling! and lot's of fluff
It was an accident. But Steve didn't want to listen to Tony explaining himself. He got mad at Tony for messing up with the wires again and cutting off the power on their floor. He wanted to finish that book. So now, Steve was laying on the couch, his head on Tony's lap, his book lit in the light of the arc reactor. And he forced the brunet to take off his shirt, so the light will shine better. The temperature in the room was gradually falling and Tony didn't cope well with low temperatures and he started to get goosebumps. At least his legs were warm, because Steve was like a furnace. One of the perks of his quicker metabolism.
"Steeve.. I told you that I can fix it in few seconds.."
"Shh, I'm reading."
"Learn your lesson, Stark."
Tony sighed, leaning his head to the back. Steve just smiled slightly. He enjoyed moments like this. And now he was deliberately reading slower, reading each page two times, just to be with Tony for a litt