Steve had been so good at avoiding this, not bringing it up and maybe only thinking about it when he was throwing punches at a bag. Because like so many things it was easier to separate himself, just put it away and let it be. But it kept surfacing and here it was, a picture worth a thousand words.
"Not in the way you think," he said as he shook his head slowly. "I want you to meet her, I want to meet her. It just tears me up thinking that I didn't make it right, for all that time, that I never told you what you meant to me." And it wasn't Morgan who would have prevented that, because Tony had gone and died on him, saving the world.
"Call me delusional, but I can't help but feel like in a world where there's a you and there's a me that I'd get you in the end," Steve said as he reached out to hook his thumb through one of Tony's belt loops.