[The laws of time and space are really weird. Steve's managed to discern that much in the process of planning their jewel heist, and he's not even going in with everyone else's preconceived notions of time travel from (apparently) every weird time travel movie Hollywood has ever spit out.
The point is, as Thanos's army drifts away on the wind, as Tony Stark breathes his rasping last in front of Steve, he suddenly blinks out and is replaced by an entirely different battered set of red and gold armor. If Steve hadn't just gone back in time and fought his younger self, this would be a lot more bizarre. As it is, his heartache settles into a numb shock. (The gauntlet, he notices, has remained behind, on the ground next to the new Iron Man.)]
Tony? [He breathes the name out in disbelief. Whoever this is, they aren't scorched and smoking from channeling the power of the entire goddamn universe, they aren't (hopefully) about to die. And that's enough for Steve right now; he's lost enough for one day.]
[ apparently Tony wasn't missing just steps, he was missing whole fucking persons in his vicinity and--]
Uh, Steve?
[ he sounds about as confused as you would assume after everything, maybe a little worn around the edges because that sure as fuck is not his Steve and honestly any time there is a Steve Rogers and a Tony Stark and this much property damage, Tony usually came out looking worse for wear. most of the time he deserved it but he was pretty sure that being dropped into this meant that he personally was not at fault for--
whatever it was that happened here.
there is a groan as he sits himself up, faceplate and helmet melting away to leave him looking just a little bruised and battered beneath it.]
What the fuck happened here? God, did Carol seriously--
She has yeeted you to a new dimension, boss. Congratulations, you're not dead.
[ grimacing Tony makes a face (he needed to not let her have full access to the internet, then again, he was pretty sure he couldn't really stop her at this point), and focuses on Steve, crooked smile on his lips.]
[Steve glances back over his shoulder at Carol, who shrugs and spreads her hands. He barely knows her - it's not like she spends much time hanging around Earth - and he's pretty sure she hasn't even seen Tony in five years, since she brought him and Nebula back to Earth so that Tony could go hermit in the woods like a sulky teenager.]
I'm not sure you would call it a party, exactly. [Especially because Peter's still sobbing brokenly a few feet away from them, not noticing that Tony's been- well, replaced, because that's definitely not the Tony Stark he's used to.] It's a long story. A really long story. I'd invite you in for coffee, but- [he gestures to the wreckage of the compound around him.
Anyway, fast-forward, and it turns out that Pepper's actually the one who bought the tower, and she's more than happy to let everyone take up residence for as long as they need, and once the assorted wizards get portals up and running, Steve ushers everyone through. He and Tony go last, and they head up to the penthouse of the tower to get situated.]
Man, I wonder if we can get a rush delivery from IKEA. [Steve pulls his helmet off and scratches the back of his neck, then dismisses the idea.] So. You're Tony from a different universe? [Steve raises an eyebrow.] You're a lot younger.
[ it turns out that this whole debacle was just going to be Tony missing one step after another. he goes from battlefield (where another him died, wielding the fucking infinity stones for that matter) to a Stark Tower that is about a decade out of date in tech with a Steve that--
with a Steve that is strangely soft around the edges and fucking young.
it kind of makes something in Tony's chest ache. something that echoes back to the metal between his ribs and the weight on his shoulders. makes him find it hard to breathe.
then again, that could also be the fractured rib.]
Apparently, didn't know I could do that without trying to do it but, yeah. Different universe. Apparently better because wow, how old was I here?[ does he sound a little dismissive of a version of him being dead? maybe. but also maybe it's just an idea he always kind of has in his mind.
that is something to be looked at another day though.]
And IKEA? Really Steve? You know you'll break that shit if you look at it funny.
[There's something different in Tony's tone, something strange. But, then again, it could be because Tony's been bitter and broken for five years now. (Hell, they all have.) Steve doesn't think of it as dismissive, just - well, he's probably trying to catch up, too. Steve's entirely familiar with the feeling.]
Fifty, uh...three? [He's pretty sure that's right. They were just in 1970, and Howard had been bringing flowers home to his wife, according to Tony. And this Tony is definitely not anywhere near his fifties.]
Yeah, well, maybe I'll get lucky and we'll find something in storage, then. [Tony's right, of course, but they all need beds and...basically everything. Tony had cleaned this place out when he moved everything up to the compound.
-except, as Steve opens the door to the master bedroom, Tony's belongings are clearly still in there.]
Huh. Well, I'll be damned. At least you'll have a bed to sleep in. You look like you could use it, too. [Steve glances at Tony - he's better off than a lot of people in the battle, but that's not saying much. He still looks like crap. (Steve conveniently disregards the fact that he also looks like crap, having been beaten into the ground repeatedly by Thanos.)]
[ giving a low whistle, Tony easily makes his way up to lean in Steve's space. unthinking. easy. normal. ] I make it that long? Damn.
[ again, don't think about it too hard, the tone there. the way that he seems to focus more on the room before them than the fact that he is talking about dying (again) so easily in a universe that should be mourning him. but they aren't, instead they have him. and he is in far better shape than they were used to it seems. the engineer finds himself raising an eyebrow and looking over Steve as he tells him to get some rest.
right.
there's a snort before he is pushing at Steve's shoulder, easily, to get him in the room.]
Yeah, right. I can use it the least outta you lot. C'mon, go enjoy the bed. I have to see what kind of things need upgrades around here apparently.
Just about everything, Boss. The software here is almost too old to use.
Thanks for that, Friday. Why don't you crawl into the wires for a while then, get me up to speed with what's going on here. [ a sideeye towards Steve, something barely there.] Maybe a shower first, huh?
[There's a slight frown at how casual Tony is about his life expectancy, and Steve tries not to think about the ache deep in his heart that makes him want to gather him up and hold him close, to listen to his steady pulse.]
Well, nobody's been here for five years. [He offers that to Friday, although honestly, he's starting to get the feeling that they're behind on tech anyway.]
Tony, [he adds in a disapproving tone - probably a very Cap tone, although that's not how Steve thinks of it.] You gonna try to tell me you aren't hurt? [His Brooklyn accent slips through a little there. Yeah, he's hurt, but he has the serum. He'll be fine in a few hours.]
[ the voice. the look. the-- everything. he might have a few weaknesses (Steve's disapproving face being about half of them) but he also knows that really, out of everyone, he is the least wounded of the bunch. and really, who was he to take a nap when there was an out of date system to play with? a whole new universe to play with?
certainly not Tony Stark.]
I'm hurt that someone let this tower sit for five years with no upgrades, the fuck was I doing? I need to figure what I can do here first. And make sure there is coffee, god please tell me there is coffee here or I might fucking cry.
Well...[Steve's starting to strip his own suit off.] You got pissed off at me because of Thanos and went to sulk in the woods, basically.
[Not that Steve didn't spend five years sulking, but at least he did it around people. He tried to help normal people suffering from the effects of the snap. That's what he's telling himself, anyway.
(It was absolutely sulking. Natasha was the only one of them who tried to do anything, and she's- he tries not to think about Nat.)]
In this universe? Yeah, there's coffee. Pepper said she'd arrange for supplies to be delivered in a few hours, but everything's kinda chaotic, what with...you know, half the population suddenly reappearing. [On the bright side, Pepper is the most efficient person Steve knows, so if anyone can get it done, she can. Is that a bright side? He's not totally sure.]
I chose to sulk in the woods? The fuck was wrong with me?
[ don't answer that. he knows what is wrong with him. also it's better than-- well how they usually deal with things between them. though five years of sulking seemed like a long time when he could have been, I don't know, doing something productive. he gets it, Thanos is a lot (really, the asshole is half the reason he is here when you think about it, fucking Danvers not listening to him), but also--
thought is hard because Steve is stripping and there are so many fucking things he needs to ask about. mainly about Thanos. and the snap. and Pepper. but all that ends up coming out is;]
Part of it was my fault. [Well, sort of, but Steve's Catholic, and he never found anything he couldn't take the blame for.] And that's. A long story.
[He pauses again and remembers an emaciated Tony ripping his arc reactor off and shoving it into his hands.] The Avengers broke up, and I wasn't there for him when I should have been. He thought- he thought that we would have stood a chance against Thanos if we hadn't been divided. [Steve isn't convinced on that part, not when they'd had all the warriors of Wakanda and half the Avengers fighting against him.] He thought we would have stood a chance if Ultron had worked out.
[Okay, Steve has to roll his eyes at that, because honestly, Tony? Not your greatest idea. His Tony's greatest idea, that is.]
There's a Starbucks around the corner, you could probably try and get some delivered? [Steve shrugs helplessly. He doesn't have any money on him - one of those quirks of being in uniform. He does have his phone, though, and he sends Pepper a quick text about Tony's incipient mortality if he doesn't get coffee.
(Pepper isn't impressed.)]
Okay, she's finding a bag and sending it up. ETA ten minutes. Can you make it that long, or are you gonna keel over?
[ and if Tony thought that he had a lot to think about before, it gets even worse now. none of what Steve is making sense at all. well, it is but it is also not. because timelines seem wrong, and Ultron seems just completely unconnected to him and also he is very aware that Pepper, no matter what Pepper, is probably enough of herself to murder him for Steve sending that text.
still, there is so much wrong with that. Tony opens and closes his mouth a few times.]
First of all, Ultron? The hell does Reed's fuckup have to do with anything? How could that monstrosity have ever panned out? And second, divided? Over-- fuck, SRA, please tell me it wasn't the SRA.
[ he knows that it probably was though. but then... then Steve would be dead and not here looking at him with something that is almost amusement.]
Shit, fuck Rhodes! Is he-- god damnit, Friday please tell me you're finding shit so I can make sense of this.
Of course I am, but it is so entertaining to see you try and figure it out yourself.
I fucking did not program you to--
Captain Rogers, Tony is currently suffering from a mild concussion, four bruised ribs, two broken ribs, a cranial fracture, amongst several smalled cuts and bruises. May I suggest some form of aide?
[ that has Tony's mouth snapping shut as he seethes.]
You snake.
[ and maybe there is the faint tune of 'shake it off' coming from the suit but...]
What? Who's Reed? [Steve looks just as confused at Tony's ramble as Tony does about his, so they're pretty much on the same what the fuck page here. But then Friday speaks up, and Steve's expression falls.]
Shit. Tony, goddamnit, I told you you were hurt! [He starts texting again, probably a good deal faster at this than the Steve in Tony's world is. Look, he's had time to get used to modern technology.] You stubborn asshole!
[And, yes, he knows that's the pot calling the kettle black, but he doesn't care. Gently, he scoops Tony up, trying to avoid jarring his ribs, and carries him into the bedroom.]
Rhodey is- [Steve hesitates. He doesn't know what Tony's expecting here.] There was an accident in Germany, when we fought. He was paralyzed from the waist down, but you made him some kind of...robo-legs. He's mostly normal now. [Although Steve doesn't know that the compound fell on top of Rhodey and fucked up his prosthetics; he'd only seen him in his suit.]
...why is Friday playing Taylor Swift? [He sits down on the other side of the bed gingerly. He's not sure he's in much better shape, frankly.]
[ Tony ranting about Reed can happen later, when he isn't being picked up and carried around and trying his damnedest to not wince with the movement. it is telling that Tony doesn't fight it at all though, he is in his suit and he is well aware that, if he tried, he could probably put this Steve in a headlock without much of a struggle, even if he wasn't hurt. but he just-- lets Steve carry him and rolls his eyes once they are sitting.]
Are you fucking with me right now? I'm the stubborn asshole? Really, Steve? I'm fine, a little banged up is all, happens with the dropping through space thing.
[ and you know, getting punched by Danvers.
though that really doesn't matter when he hears about Rhodes. Tony actually seems to relax a little at that.]
So he's alive. Good.
[ paralyzed can be worked with, easily. dead? well-- that can be worked with too but only if the failsafe's are in place and he doubts it here considering all the things. ]
Because she's a snake. With questionable taste in music. Now, how about we ignore the shit that will heal and move on to important matters. Like a snack to go with the coffee. Or clothes because I love my armour and all but the undersuit is not my best look.
You have broken ribs! And a skull fracture! You can just keep your ass on that bed until I say otherwise.
[Yes, he is getting bossy now. He's already seen one Tony die today, he doesn't need another death on his hands, and while that might be overkill, he trusts Friday to know what's happening.
Also, he doesn't know how Tony can even want to get up right now, because once Steve sits down on the bed, he feels like he's just going to stay there for the next week or two. (Okay, so that's realistically more like a couple hours, but it's the same thing.)
There's a knock on the door, and Pepper just lets herself in with the ease of long familiarity with Tony and his habits. Without saying anything - her eyes are red, and Steve suspects she's shed her share of tears today - she brings in a cardboard coffee carrier with cups from Starbucks, some fancy pastries, a first aid kit, and two sets of clothes, because she's Pepper and she's just that fucking magical, we don't question these things.
(More likely, Friday relayed her opinions to Pepper, along with Tony's sizes, because the clothes clearly aren't this world's Tony's clothes.)]
Thanks, Pepper. [Steve smiles at her, almost apologetically - he knows damn well she deserves a break after everything, not to have to run at the beck and call of the Avengers. She just shrugs and leaves in silence.]
God. [He runs his fingers through his hair.] Remind me to buy her some nice flowers or something later, Tony. [It seems woefully inadequate, but Steve feels like he needs to do something.]
you know what helps, self, pressing post. that is a thing u should do.
[ yeah you go ahead and be bossy there, Tony will just rolls his eyes a little more despite the fact that it kinda hurts his head as he is placed far too gently on the bed. if he is surprised that Steve sits himself down alongside of him, he doesn't really show it at all. ]
Well at least your stubborn need to think you know best for me stays the same wherever I go.
[ unlike what Steve might expect though, there is no real bitterness there, just something-- fond. a little amused and maybe a little grateful for the constant.
when Pepper comes in with clothes and coffee though, Tony is moving to get up, to say something (thank you? how are you? he isn't sure) but he isn't that much of an idiot and can tell that maybe talking to her would do more damage than good. there is something more here, he can tell with the way she doesn't really look at him before she is moving back out leaving Tony sitting up on the bed, head cocked.
huh.]
Flowers? Think she has earned more than flowers from the looks of things.
[ no matter the universe it seems, Pepper always ends up keeping everything together.
Tony shifts, lets the suit peel away from him to leave him in the undersuit he is always wearing as he reaches out for, not the clothes, but the coffee. with a practiced ease he pours himself a cup, black and steaming, in a blink.
he flat out moans when he takes a sip.]
Thank fuck. Coffee makes everything better.
[ give him one more sip before he tries to pour Steve a cup, absently preparing it as he would for his Steve, holding it out.]
You doing okay there? I feel like you're worse off than me.
[Somewhere between the undersuit that hugs his body more than it should and that indecent noise Tony makes when he drinks the coffee, Steve discovers that at least one part of his body isn't as tired as he thinks it is. He's distracted for a moment and doesn't realize at first that Tony's offering coffee until the aroma reaches his nose, and then he takes it almost automatically.]
You know, you might be right about the coffee.
[Steve sags a little, finally allowing himself to relax.]
Thanos pounded me into the ground a few times. Probably nothing I didn't deserve. [Not from Thanos, but from the entire world. He'd deserted it for years, leaving Nat and Rhodey to pick up the slack.] And- we sacrificed a lot today. The Soul Stone- it required a soul, Clint said. [He turns to look at Tony, anguish written in the lines of his face.] There was no other way. He tried to stop her, but...it was her choice, in the end.
[And it doesn't take a genius to figure out who'd probably been with Clint.]
[ lucky for you, Tony is quiet after the first sip of coffee, more focused on getting it into his system than anything else. with a snort, Tony raises his cup in a 'here here' motion before he downs the contents. good thing Pepper got them a carafe because there was a very good chance that he will be drinking at least half of it.
might share with Steve since, y'know, Thanos and all.]
I feel like you couldn't deserve getting hit my the Mad Titan. Shit Steve. [ look at that, Tony will turn away from his coffee to focus on you completely. serum or not, that has got to fucking hurt.
this might be a different universe, might be a Steve that isn't the one he is used to, but like fucking hell Tony isn't worried about him. there is one person that comes close to his level of recklessness on the battlefield (not recklessness, no, calculated risks where the weight of his own safety is far less than that of others) and that is Steve.
putting the coffee on the table, Tony moves (without a grimace look at him go) to pay attention to Steve. to the injuries he has and the story he tells. thinks about those who are close to Clint in his world and comes up with two:]
Kate or Nat? Fuck, nevermind, Clint would never let Kate do that. I'm sorry, shit. But I don't think anyone can talk Nat out of doing something she sets her mind to.
You know, I'd sit on you if it wouldn't make things worse. [But at least he's still on the bed, so, you know. That's a pretty major concession from Tony, and Steve'll take what he can get right now. From everything.]
Yeah. [Steve looks down at his coffee cup.] I know. Just one of those dumb things where you wish you could talk to someone one last time, tell them how much they meant to you. Not that- not that we were like that. But she was the only friend I had left after the snap, and I don't know if she ever realized how much that meant to me.
[And, yeah, he has Sam and Bucky (and Tony) back now, but it still doesn't lessen the grief he feels.]
You know, this is the first one where I didn't know if we could pull it off, but I was willing to die trying. Everything else, I had a decent feeling about, but this...after the snap, I didn't know what to do for the longest time. Didn't have any idea how we could bring everyone back, because there was nothing to fight, and what does a soldier do without a fight? [He grimaces. He knows he shouldn't have moved out of the compound, but he'd needed space, needed time to himself.] I guess it almost felt good when it came down to a battle in the end, even knowing I'd get my ass kicked. I just didn't want to go down without a fight.
[ the ' I don't doubt it' is swallowed down with a mouthful of Tony's coffee, lips quirked as he looks at Steve. he knows that the other wouldn't hesitate to sit on him if it meant that he stayed put while healing. but he also knows that there are more important things to be dealt with right now.
like the grief that Tony can see on his face. in the lines of his shoulders. this might not be his Steve, not the Steve that he has known for most of his life, but that doesn't mean that he is going to let him suffer through this alone. it is still Steve and, if Tony is being honest, this one looks too young to be dealing with this much heartache. without much thought, Tony reaches out and puts his hand on Steve's shoulder, gripping tight but making sure he doesn't hurt him.]
You're more than a soldier, Steve. More than the sum of your parts, you know. You're a good man, great one even. I'm glad-- well I'm glad you didn't die trying. [ again. this time. unspoken honesty in the press of his fingers against Steve's shoulder. he has lost Steve so many times, many because of his own doing, but still--] You'll live to fight again, fuck, even if you don't want to fight anymore, that's fine.
[Some of the tension seeps out when Tony touches him. God, it's been a hell of a day, and he hasn't even been punched through dimensions (although some of those swings felt hard enough to do it).]
Are you complimenting me, Stark? [Steve laughs, a little bitterly, and shakes his head.] Now I know you're from a different world. [Not that he's ever complimented Tony, come to think of it - their relationship has always been one full of verbal jabs and sparring, even when they got along. Now he wishes he'd told him more, said something genuinely nice to him.]
I tried not fighting for five years - there was nothing to fight. [That's not strictly accurate; they hadn't had a team monitoring the situation for nothing.] It didn't feel right. I think I'm the kinda person who just needs to be doing something to make a difference, you know? [He glances at Tony. For years, he wanted to be able to stop fighting - and now that he could, he realizes that the fight is part of him, that it's been part of him since before he'd ever heard of Project Rebirth.] I just need the right person by my side.
The fuck, I haven't--? Shit Steve, that was just the truth of the matter. That isn't a compliment.
[ and he means that, the confusion is clear on his face at the thought that some version of him hasn't told Steve that he is a good man, hasn't told him that he is the better half of him in so many ways. sure they argue (fuck do they ever argue) but for Steve to not know-- for this to be new for him.
there is something a little broken in Tony when he looks over at Steve. really looks at him too. sees how he is younger, softer, a less jaded and confident man than the one that he left behind. he adores his Steve, loves him truly, but there is something about this one that makes him want to protect him. no matter how long he is here, be it a few days or more than that, Tony vows to do what he can to lift that weariness from him.]
Yeah, yeah I know that about you. Always having to be truth and justice. [ a smile, soft, as he wraps his arm around Steve's shoulder's and pulls him close despite the pull on his ribs.] C'mon Steve, you gotta get some rest too yeah? You went up against Thanos and that-- fuck, that isn't a walk in the park.
[Steve blinks in surprise when Tony tugs him close. Hugging is definitely not something he and Tony do. But he relaxes into it like it's second nature (like, if he's being honest with himself, he's always wanted to do). He can feel the heat from Tony's body through the thin layer of fabric, and it's comforting.]
He broke my shield.
[Steve's still a little numb about that, to be honest. He hasn't even had it for seven years, he'd given it up willingly, but that doesn't mean it isn't like an old friend to him nonetheless, and it's evident in his tone. He wonders if anyone picked up the pieces from the battlefield, if there's really anything to pick up.]
Mjolnir just isn't the same. [Steve leans his head against Tony's shoulder.] And you can't down half a cup of coffee and then tell me to get some rest. That's cheating.
[ well if the hug was throwing for a loop then Steve might just short circuit when Tony starts to absently, and softly, run his fingers through Steve's hair. it was something he didn't do often, mainly because they didn't get time to just sit and exist like this, but-- it's something he has done enough that this seems natural.]
I'll make you a new one. [ a huff. ] Two, one outta vibranium and another that is electromagnetic, as a backup. Mjolnir is a bitch to use as a defensive weapon, I agree.
[ not that he has used it, but-- you have. other you. whatever.
and, just to prove a point, Tony downs the rest of his coffee and grins.]
[Steve makes a small noise in his throat, somewhere between simple pleasure and flat-out arousal, and resists the urge to melt into a puddle on the bed. He can't remember the last time anyone touched him with anything like casual affection, and that alone is enough to almost make him want to cry.]
Electromagnetic? Does that mean I'm gonna start sticking to things? [It's half a joke - he's pretty sure electromagnets don't work like that - and half serious, because...he doesn't know how electromagnets work.] T'Challa let me borrow a pair of vibranium gauntlets in Wakanda, but they were all- [he waves a hand vaguely] panther-y.
[Which probably isn't a surprise, considering that it's Wakanda, and they like cats.]
Asshole. [Steve very gently nudges him with an elbow.] I'm gonna fall asleep here and you'll have enough caffeine in you to sneak off and work or something. [He pauses, then adds,] When you sneak off, check on the kid, okay? He's...he's had it rough.
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The point is, as Thanos's army drifts away on the wind, as Tony Stark breathes his rasping last in front of Steve, he suddenly blinks out and is replaced by an entirely different battered set of red and gold armor. If Steve hadn't just gone back in time and fought his younger self, this would be a lot more bizarre. As it is, his heartache settles into a numb shock. (The gauntlet, he notices, has remained behind, on the ground next to the new Iron Man.)]
Tony? [He breathes the name out in disbelief. Whoever this is, they aren't scorched and smoking from channeling the power of the entire goddamn universe, they aren't (hopefully) about to die. And that's enough for Steve right now; he's lost enough for one day.]
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Uh, Steve?
[ he sounds about as confused as you would assume after everything, maybe a little worn around the edges because that sure as fuck is not his Steve and honestly any time there is a Steve Rogers and a Tony Stark and this much property damage, Tony usually came out looking worse for wear. most of the time he deserved it but he was pretty sure that being dropped into this meant that he personally was not at fault for--
whatever it was that happened here.
there is a groan as he sits himself up, faceplate and helmet melting away to leave him looking just a little bruised and battered beneath it.]
What the fuck happened here? God, did Carol seriously--
She has yeeted you to a new dimension, boss. Congratulations, you're not dead.
[ grimacing Tony makes a face (he needed to not let her have full access to the internet, then again, he was pretty sure he couldn't really stop her at this point), and focuses on Steve, crooked smile on his lips.]
So I take it I missed the party here?
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I'm not sure you would call it a party, exactly. [Especially because Peter's still sobbing brokenly a few feet away from them, not noticing that Tony's been- well, replaced, because that's definitely not the Tony Stark he's used to.] It's a long story. A really long story. I'd invite you in for coffee, but- [he gestures to the wreckage of the compound around him.
Anyway, fast-forward, and it turns out that Pepper's actually the one who bought the tower, and she's more than happy to let everyone take up residence for as long as they need, and once the assorted wizards get portals up and running, Steve ushers everyone through. He and Tony go last, and they head up to the penthouse of the tower to get situated.]
Man, I wonder if we can get a rush delivery from IKEA. [Steve pulls his helmet off and scratches the back of his neck, then dismisses the idea.] So. You're Tony from a different universe? [Steve raises an eyebrow.] You're a lot younger.
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with a Steve that is strangely soft around the edges and fucking young.
it kind of makes something in Tony's chest ache. something that echoes back to the metal between his ribs and the weight on his shoulders. makes him find it hard to breathe.
then again, that could also be the fractured rib.]
Apparently, didn't know I could do that without trying to do it but, yeah. Different universe. Apparently better because wow, how old was I here?[ does he sound a little dismissive of a version of him being dead? maybe. but also maybe it's just an idea he always kind of has in his mind.
that is something to be looked at another day though.]
And IKEA? Really Steve? You know you'll break that shit if you look at it funny.
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Fifty, uh...three? [He's pretty sure that's right. They were just in 1970, and Howard had been bringing flowers home to his wife, according to Tony. And this Tony is definitely not anywhere near his fifties.]
Yeah, well, maybe I'll get lucky and we'll find something in storage, then. [Tony's right, of course, but they all need beds and...basically everything. Tony had cleaned this place out when he moved everything up to the compound.
-except, as Steve opens the door to the master bedroom, Tony's belongings are clearly still in there.]
Huh. Well, I'll be damned. At least you'll have a bed to sleep in. You look like you could use it, too. [Steve glances at Tony - he's better off than a lot of people in the battle, but that's not saying much. He still looks like crap. (Steve conveniently disregards the fact that he also looks like crap, having been beaten into the ground repeatedly by Thanos.)]
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[ again, don't think about it too hard, the tone there. the way that he seems to focus more on the room before them than the fact that he is talking about dying (again) so easily in a universe that should be mourning him. but they aren't, instead they have him. and he is in far better shape than they were used to it seems. the engineer finds himself raising an eyebrow and looking over Steve as he tells him to get some rest.
right.
there's a snort before he is pushing at Steve's shoulder, easily, to get him in the room.]
Yeah, right. I can use it the least outta you lot. C'mon, go enjoy the bed. I have to see what kind of things need upgrades around here apparently.
Just about everything, Boss. The software here is almost too old to use.
Thanks for that, Friday. Why don't you crawl into the wires for a while then, get me up to speed with what's going on here. [ a sideeye towards Steve, something barely there.] Maybe a shower first, huh?
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Well, nobody's been here for five years. [He offers that to Friday, although honestly, he's starting to get the feeling that they're behind on tech anyway.]
Tony, [he adds in a disapproving tone - probably a very Cap tone, although that's not how Steve thinks of it.] You gonna try to tell me you aren't hurt? [His Brooklyn accent slips through a little there. Yeah, he's hurt, but he has the serum. He'll be fine in a few hours.]
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[ the voice. the look. the-- everything. he might have a few weaknesses (Steve's disapproving face being about half of them) but he also knows that really, out of everyone, he is the least wounded of the bunch. and really, who was he to take a nap when there was an out of date system to play with? a whole new universe to play with?
certainly not Tony Stark.]
I'm hurt that someone let this tower sit for five years with no upgrades, the fuck was I doing? I need to figure what I can do here first. And make sure there is coffee, god please tell me there is coffee here or I might fucking cry.
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[Not that Steve didn't spend five years sulking, but at least he did it around people. He tried to help normal people suffering from the effects of the snap. That's what he's telling himself, anyway.
(It was absolutely sulking. Natasha was the only one of them who tried to do anything, and she's- he tries not to think about Nat.)]
In this universe? Yeah, there's coffee. Pepper said she'd arrange for supplies to be delivered in a few hours, but everything's kinda chaotic, what with...you know, half the population suddenly reappearing. [On the bright side, Pepper is the most efficient person Steve knows, so if anyone can get it done, she can. Is that a bright side? He's not totally sure.]
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[ don't answer that. he knows what is wrong with him. also it's better than-- well how they usually deal with things between them. though five years of sulking seemed like a long time when he could have been, I don't know, doing something productive. he gets it, Thanos is a lot (really, the asshole is half the reason he is here when you think about it, fucking Danvers not listening to him), but also--
thought is hard because Steve is stripping and there are so many fucking things he needs to ask about. mainly about Thanos. and the snap. and Pepper. but all that ends up coming out is;]
Coffee in a few hours? I shan't make it!
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[He pauses again and remembers an emaciated Tony ripping his arc reactor off and shoving it into his hands.] The Avengers broke up, and I wasn't there for him when I should have been. He thought- he thought that we would have stood a chance against Thanos if we hadn't been divided. [Steve isn't convinced on that part, not when they'd had all the warriors of Wakanda and half the Avengers fighting against him.] He thought we would have stood a chance if Ultron had worked out.
[Okay, Steve has to roll his eyes at that, because honestly, Tony? Not your greatest idea. His Tony's greatest idea, that is.]
There's a Starbucks around the corner, you could probably try and get some delivered? [Steve shrugs helplessly. He doesn't have any money on him - one of those quirks of being in uniform. He does have his phone, though, and he sends Pepper a quick text about Tony's incipient mortality if he doesn't get coffee.
(Pepper isn't impressed.)]
Okay, she's finding a bag and sending it up. ETA ten minutes. Can you make it that long, or are you gonna keel over?
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still, there is so much wrong with that. Tony opens and closes his mouth a few times.]
First of all, Ultron? The hell does Reed's fuckup have to do with anything? How could that monstrosity have ever panned out? And second, divided? Over-- fuck, SRA, please tell me it wasn't the SRA.
[ he knows that it probably was though. but then... then Steve would be dead and not here looking at him with something that is almost amusement.]
Shit, fuck Rhodes! Is he-- god damnit, Friday please tell me you're finding shit so I can make sense of this.
Of course I am, but it is so entertaining to see you try and figure it out yourself.
I fucking did not program you to--
Captain Rogers, Tony is currently suffering from a mild concussion, four bruised ribs, two broken ribs, a cranial fracture, amongst several smalled cuts and bruises. May I suggest some form of aide?
[ that has Tony's mouth snapping shut as he seethes.]
You snake.
[ and maybe there is the faint tune of 'shake it off' coming from the suit but...]
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Shit. Tony, goddamnit, I told you you were hurt! [He starts texting again, probably a good deal faster at this than the Steve in Tony's world is. Look, he's had time to get used to modern technology.] You stubborn asshole!
[And, yes, he knows that's the pot calling the kettle black, but he doesn't care. Gently, he scoops Tony up, trying to avoid jarring his ribs, and carries him into the bedroom.]
Rhodey is- [Steve hesitates. He doesn't know what Tony's expecting here.] There was an accident in Germany, when we fought. He was paralyzed from the waist down, but you made him some kind of...robo-legs. He's mostly normal now. [Although Steve doesn't know that the compound fell on top of Rhodey and fucked up his prosthetics; he'd only seen him in his suit.]
...why is Friday playing Taylor Swift? [He sits down on the other side of the bed gingerly. He's not sure he's in much better shape, frankly.]
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Are you fucking with me right now? I'm the stubborn asshole? Really, Steve? I'm fine, a little banged up is all, happens with the dropping through space thing.
[ and you know, getting punched by Danvers.
though that really doesn't matter when he hears about Rhodes. Tony actually seems to relax a little at that.]
So he's alive. Good.
[ paralyzed can be worked with, easily. dead? well-- that can be worked with too but only if the failsafe's are in place and he doubts it here considering all the things. ]
Because she's a snake. With questionable taste in music. Now, how about we ignore the shit that will heal and move on to important matters. Like a snack to go with the coffee. Or clothes because I love my armour and all but the undersuit is not my best look.
[ yes it is.]
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[Yes, he is getting bossy now. He's already seen one Tony die today, he doesn't need another death on his hands, and while that might be overkill, he trusts Friday to know what's happening.
Also, he doesn't know how Tony can even want to get up right now, because once Steve sits down on the bed, he feels like he's just going to stay there for the next week or two. (Okay, so that's realistically more like a couple hours, but it's the same thing.)
There's a knock on the door, and Pepper just lets herself in with the ease of long familiarity with Tony and his habits. Without saying anything - her eyes are red, and Steve suspects she's shed her share of tears today - she brings in a cardboard coffee carrier with cups from Starbucks, some fancy pastries, a first aid kit, and two sets of clothes, because she's Pepper and she's just that fucking magical, we don't question these things.
(More likely, Friday relayed her opinions to Pepper, along with Tony's sizes, because the clothes clearly aren't this world's Tony's clothes.)]
Thanks, Pepper. [Steve smiles at her, almost apologetically - he knows damn well she deserves a break after everything, not to have to run at the beck and call of the Avengers. She just shrugs and leaves in silence.]
God. [He runs his fingers through his hair.] Remind me to buy her some nice flowers or something later, Tony. [It seems woefully inadequate, but Steve feels like he needs to do something.]
you know what helps, self, pressing post. that is a thing u should do.
Well at least your stubborn need to think you know best for me stays the same wherever I go.
[ unlike what Steve might expect though, there is no real bitterness there, just something-- fond. a little amused and maybe a little grateful for the constant.
when Pepper comes in with clothes and coffee though, Tony is moving to get up, to say something (thank you? how are you? he isn't sure) but he isn't that much of an idiot and can tell that maybe talking to her would do more damage than good. there is something more here, he can tell with the way she doesn't really look at him before she is moving back out leaving Tony sitting up on the bed, head cocked.
huh.]
Flowers? Think she has earned more than flowers from the looks of things.
[ no matter the universe it seems, Pepper always ends up keeping everything together.
Tony shifts, lets the suit peel away from him to leave him in the undersuit he is always wearing as he reaches out for, not the clothes, but the coffee. with a practiced ease he pours himself a cup, black and steaming, in a blink.
he flat out moans when he takes a sip.]
Thank fuck. Coffee makes everything better.
[ give him one more sip before he tries to pour Steve a cup, absently preparing it as he would for his Steve, holding it out.]
You doing okay there? I feel like you're worse off than me.
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You know, you might be right about the coffee.
[Steve sags a little, finally allowing himself to relax.]
Thanos pounded me into the ground a few times. Probably nothing I didn't deserve. [Not from Thanos, but from the entire world. He'd deserted it for years, leaving Nat and Rhodey to pick up the slack.] And- we sacrificed a lot today. The Soul Stone- it required a soul, Clint said. [He turns to look at Tony, anguish written in the lines of his face.] There was no other way. He tried to stop her, but...it was her choice, in the end.
[And it doesn't take a genius to figure out who'd probably been with Clint.]
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might share with Steve since, y'know, Thanos and all.]
I feel like you couldn't deserve getting hit my the Mad Titan. Shit Steve. [ look at that, Tony will turn away from his coffee to focus on you completely. serum or not, that has got to fucking hurt.
this might be a different universe, might be a Steve that isn't the one he is used to, but like fucking hell Tony isn't worried about him. there is one person that comes close to his level of recklessness on the battlefield (not recklessness, no, calculated risks where the weight of his own safety is far less than that of others) and that is Steve.
putting the coffee on the table, Tony moves (without a grimace look at him go) to pay attention to Steve. to the injuries he has and the story he tells. thinks about those who are close to Clint in his world and comes up with two:]
Kate or Nat? Fuck, nevermind, Clint would never let Kate do that. I'm sorry, shit. But I don't think anyone can talk Nat out of doing something she sets her mind to.
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Yeah. [Steve looks down at his coffee cup.] I know. Just one of those dumb things where you wish you could talk to someone one last time, tell them how much they meant to you. Not that- not that we were like that. But she was the only friend I had left after the snap, and I don't know if she ever realized how much that meant to me.
[And, yeah, he has Sam and Bucky (and Tony) back now, but it still doesn't lessen the grief he feels.]
You know, this is the first one where I didn't know if we could pull it off, but I was willing to die trying. Everything else, I had a decent feeling about, but this...after the snap, I didn't know what to do for the longest time. Didn't have any idea how we could bring everyone back, because there was nothing to fight, and what does a soldier do without a fight? [He grimaces. He knows he shouldn't have moved out of the compound, but he'd needed space, needed time to himself.] I guess it almost felt good when it came down to a battle in the end, even knowing I'd get my ass kicked. I just didn't want to go down without a fight.
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like the grief that Tony can see on his face. in the lines of his shoulders. this might not be his Steve, not the Steve that he has known for most of his life, but that doesn't mean that he is going to let him suffer through this alone. it is still Steve and, if Tony is being honest, this one looks too young to be dealing with this much heartache. without much thought, Tony reaches out and puts his hand on Steve's shoulder, gripping tight but making sure he doesn't hurt him.]
You're more than a soldier, Steve. More than the sum of your parts, you know. You're a good man, great one even. I'm glad-- well I'm glad you didn't die trying. [ again. this time. unspoken honesty in the press of his fingers against Steve's shoulder. he has lost Steve so many times, many because of his own doing, but still--] You'll live to fight again, fuck, even if you don't want to fight anymore, that's fine.
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Are you complimenting me, Stark? [Steve laughs, a little bitterly, and shakes his head.] Now I know you're from a different world. [Not that he's ever complimented Tony, come to think of it - their relationship has always been one full of verbal jabs and sparring, even when they got along. Now he wishes he'd told him more, said something genuinely nice to him.]
I tried not fighting for five years - there was nothing to fight. [That's not strictly accurate; they hadn't had a team monitoring the situation for nothing.] It didn't feel right. I think I'm the kinda person who just needs to be doing something to make a difference, you know? [He glances at Tony. For years, he wanted to be able to stop fighting - and now that he could, he realizes that the fight is part of him, that it's been part of him since before he'd ever heard of Project Rebirth.] I just need the right person by my side.
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[ and he means that, the confusion is clear on his face at the thought that some version of him hasn't told Steve that he is a good man, hasn't told him that he is the better half of him in so many ways. sure they argue (fuck do they ever argue) but for Steve to not know-- for this to be new for him.
there is something a little broken in Tony when he looks over at Steve. really looks at him too. sees how he is younger, softer, a less jaded and confident man than the one that he left behind. he adores his Steve, loves him truly, but there is something about this one that makes him want to protect him. no matter how long he is here, be it a few days or more than that, Tony vows to do what he can to lift that weariness from him.]
Yeah, yeah I know that about you. Always having to be truth and justice. [ a smile, soft, as he wraps his arm around Steve's shoulder's and pulls him close despite the pull on his ribs.] C'mon Steve, you gotta get some rest too yeah? You went up against Thanos and that-- fuck, that isn't a walk in the park.
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[Steve blinks in surprise when Tony tugs him close. Hugging is definitely not something he and Tony do. But he relaxes into it like it's second nature (like, if he's being honest with himself, he's always wanted to do). He can feel the heat from Tony's body through the thin layer of fabric, and it's comforting.]
He broke my shield.
[Steve's still a little numb about that, to be honest. He hasn't even had it for seven years, he'd given it up willingly, but that doesn't mean it isn't like an old friend to him nonetheless, and it's evident in his tone. He wonders if anyone picked up the pieces from the battlefield, if there's really anything to pick up.]
Mjolnir just isn't the same. [Steve leans his head against Tony's shoulder.] And you can't down half a cup of coffee and then tell me to get some rest. That's cheating.
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I'll make you a new one. [ a huff. ] Two, one outta vibranium and another that is electromagnetic, as a backup. Mjolnir is a bitch to use as a defensive weapon, I agree.
[ not that he has used it, but-- you have. other you. whatever.
and, just to prove a point, Tony downs the rest of his coffee and grins.]
How is that cheating?
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Electromagnetic? Does that mean I'm gonna start sticking to things? [It's half a joke - he's pretty sure electromagnets don't work like that - and half serious, because...he doesn't know how electromagnets work.] T'Challa let me borrow a pair of vibranium gauntlets in Wakanda, but they were all- [he waves a hand vaguely] panther-y.
[Which probably isn't a surprise, considering that it's Wakanda, and they like cats.]
Asshole. [Steve very gently nudges him with an elbow.] I'm gonna fall asleep here and you'll have enough caffeine in you to sneak off and work or something. [He pauses, then adds,] When you sneak off, check on the kid, okay? He's...he's had it rough.
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