[ There is a moment where Tony almost things that he is going to be saved by a shirt, or a sweater, when Steve shuffles over to treadmill but-- no. The man pulls on a fucking tank top that makes Toy want to weep and just-- not be here. He scrubs his hands over his face and tries his best not to stare at Steve.
God damnit, why did FRIDAY do this to him? What good would come of him being stuck in a room with Steve and his stupid face and all the fucking ghosts of their past looming about them? Honest to fuck, Tony was surprised that the man was even tlaking to him, let alone was letting him in his room.
Then again, maybe he just felt like he had to. Like because Tony turned up on his doorstep like some lost, drunk puppy, that he had to take care of him or something. It was totally like Steve to think that way, surely there was no reason for the blond to actually want to see Tony. Not after-- after everything.
So when Steve sits back down, radiating awkward and stiff, Tony snaps. He is standing before he really notices it, something between anger and hurt in his words.]
You don't have to fucking make small talk with me Rogers, I don't--- fuck, I don't need your goddamned pity! You owe me nothing, okay? Nothing. I am not putting you up here so you feel obliged to make nice to me, to pretend like you fucking care okay. I did it because I know I fucked up, I fucked up and I needed to make shit as right as I could. That's what Barnes will be free in the next four months, you and the rest of the Avengers too. I don't-- fuck I cannot handle you pretending like you give a damn, justdon't okay. Fuck.
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God damnit, why did FRIDAY do this to him? What good would come of him being stuck in a room with Steve and his stupid face and all the fucking ghosts of their past looming about them? Honest to fuck, Tony was surprised that the man was even tlaking to him, let alone was letting him in his room.
Then again, maybe he just felt like he had to. Like because Tony turned up on his doorstep like some lost, drunk puppy, that he had to take care of him or something. It was totally like Steve to think that way, surely there was no reason for the blond to actually want to see Tony. Not after-- after everything.
So when Steve sits back down, radiating awkward and stiff, Tony snaps. He is standing before he really notices it, something between anger and hurt in his words.]
You don't have to fucking make small talk with me Rogers, I don't--- fuck, I don't need your goddamned pity! You owe me nothing, okay? Nothing. I am not putting you up here so you feel obliged to make nice to me, to pretend like you fucking care okay. I did it because I know I fucked up, I fucked up and I needed to make shit as right as I could. That's what Barnes will be free in the next four months, you and the rest of the Avengers too. I don't-- fuck I cannot handle you pretending like you give a damn, justdon't okay. Fuck.