ᛏᛟᚾᛁ ᛋᛏᚨᚱᚲ (iron) wrote in thedoorway, @ 2015-07-21 11:02:00 |
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Entry tags: | steve rogers / captain america (mcu), tony stark / iron man (mcu) |
Who: Tony Stark & Steve Rogers
When: Monday Night, late.
Where: Steve's room at the farmhouse
What: Goddamn these electric sex pants.
Rating: PG-13
Stark wasn't sure yet if meeting with Bruce had left him with clarity, or more questions -- not that he wanted everything to be about him or hinge on the way he felt about things, he had to recognize that this - today, the rogue AI, what happened to Bruce and to all of those people, that was his fault. And he didn't think that way out of arrogance. He wasn't strapping this burden to his back because he wanted to suffer or to spare anyone else the guilt. He did what he did because he believed it was the right thing to do, and he still did. Something had gone wrong with this system, the mistake wasn't the direction that they were heading in. And that wasn’t an attempt to justify any wrongdoing, but feeling bad about what had happened was not the same as admitting he was wrong, and the simple fact was that he still didn’t believe himself to be. But a tragedy, like what had happened in Johannesburg, was going to force things to be different moving forward. It might even mean taking Bruce out of the line-up. And as much as he wanted to focus on one crisis at a time, Stark had never been good at focusing on the now where there were still clouds looming in the future. People, now that was a different story. He wasn’t always the best at honing in on exactly what any one person might need to hear, how they felt, or how much about what he was up to they wanted to know, but when someone he cared about was hurting, Stark felt it pretty deep. There’s that old expression - different strokes for different folks - and dealing with his friends when they felt off, or were upset with him or themselves, they needed different things. Pepper needed control, Bruce needed a distraction, and Steve -- well. He was still working on Steve. Tony pressed his palm into the centre of Steve’s half-closed door and pushed it open. He didn’t enter the room though, instead just lingering in the doorway and then leaning against the frame. Rogers didn’t notice him, he was standing at the window, his back to Tony. For a moment, Stark thought about leaving him alone to his thoughts. There was a lot they had to talk about, least of which was what happened between them at the party. But something he’d said when they were outside had really struck him; it wasn’t something he could ignore. “You know - you have a home.” |