“Yeah. ‘We.’ Do you have a problem with that?” Tony needs to be hands on with this. And he needs to see what else Ross might have left behind in the Raft. SHIELD’s rise and fall in prominence, the Accords, and the rapid increase of super powered crime since the Chitauri’s initial invasion has left so much political turmoil that Tony’s ability to slap Band-Aids on the problem areas has more or less run it’s course. The guy has a lot on his plate, more than Steve will ever understand the reason for.
Atonement is just a small portion of it, but it’s one portion that will haunt him for the rest of his life because he can never fully give back everything that he’s taken.
An eyebrow arched and the jut of his hip leaves Tony looking more like a petulant college co-ed than a man in his late forties. “I know we don’t like each other, Rogers, but I don’t think we need a chaperone for this. And you don’t have to threaten me with rabies.”
It’s easier for Tony to believe that Steve’s break in trust, despite the hand-written letter, despite the offering of the phone, has everything to do with animosity. Why else wouldn’t Steve tell him? Tony had been willing to compromise himself, perhaps to a fault. And maybe Steve never anticipated a reveal of that magnitude to ever hit. Tony himself would never have predicted the way he freaked out.
But it happened. Tony tried to kill Steve’s only link to the past. Their friendship had evidently been one sided anyway, so it probably didn’t matter. Steve had been Tony’s friend.
But Tony had, obviously, only ever been Steve’s colleague. Ally at best.
That hurt’s scabbed over and a new kind of pain has all of his attention now anyway.
“I can go alone if you’re against getting your hands dirty.”
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Date: 2018-05-31 12:52 pm (UTC)Atonement is just a small portion of it, but it’s one portion that will haunt him for the rest of his life because he can never fully give back everything that he’s taken.
An eyebrow arched and the jut of his hip leaves Tony looking more like a petulant college co-ed than a man in his late forties. “I know we don’t like each other, Rogers, but I don’t think we need a chaperone for this. And you don’t have to threaten me with rabies.”
It’s easier for Tony to believe that Steve’s break in trust, despite the hand-written letter, despite the offering of the phone, has everything to do with animosity. Why else wouldn’t Steve tell him? Tony had been willing to compromise himself, perhaps to a fault. And maybe Steve never anticipated a reveal of that magnitude to ever hit. Tony himself would never have predicted the way he freaked out.
But it happened. Tony tried to kill Steve’s only link to the past. Their friendship had evidently been one sided anyway, so it probably didn’t matter. Steve had been Tony’s friend.
But Tony had, obviously, only ever been Steve’s colleague. Ally at best.
That hurt’s scabbed over and a new kind of pain has all of his attention now anyway.
“I can go alone if you’re against getting your hands dirty.”