Re: [Facility: Tony/Steve]
[The descent made little noise in the cold night air, and Steve didn't look up. He heard the slide of Tony's mask, and he didn't look up. He heard the footsteps approaching, and he didn't look up. Not until an icy hand took hold of his elbow, hauled him to his feet, and pulled him into an embrace.
Steve returned the hug. The suit felt not at all human, hard and cold against him, but not unfeeling. There was some guilt, as close lying as the muck on his skin, but thinner, for forcing Tony down here, for making him deal with the soldier's overwhelming sense of being lost, set adrift in a time when he knew no one, a time he had helped shape into something... no better than the one he'd left behind—and he felt especially bad after the redheaded girl, because Tony was dealing with his own loss. The man tried to keep everything on his own shoulders. He didn't want to burden anyone, to bleed onto them when they themselves were attempting to staunch a wound.—But even before, he'd had Bucky, he'd had Peggy, he'd had his Commandos, even Howard, and he'd leaned on them all.
His voice was wet when he spoke, close.] I'm sorry. [Sadness and destruction were tangled close in Steve's heart. He stared at the graves, at the doors he'd wrenched from their hinges, even as he held on to Stark.]