But you know me, what can't I conjure into longing? Any place is a funeral as soon as I get there. Of course I'm the disaster. You're the one who didn't run.
Even if I don’t get a bingo I think it will be fun to try and write like 5 more before the end date…just to see… not to scare anything away too soon or anything
from a 2011 au where tony is like "would you like to come live in my nice warm house" and steve is like "i'm actually doing just fine in my wet cardboard box"
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That night, his room at SHIELD is hard to fall asleep in.
As he does most nights, Steve pulls the sheets and the pillow off the bed because the mattress is too soft and makes himself a new bed on the floor, but the downside is that the floor is colder. The rooms don't have individual heating units and no one has told him where the central controls are, so for the last few weeks, Steve has pulled on sweats and a hoodie over top of an undershirt and put on socks for good measure too. He isn't just cold when he's trying to sleep—he seems to run chilly almost all the time, everywhere he goes. It must be a side effect from spending so long in the Arctic ice.
Steve tosses and turns for a while before sitting up, restless. He can't get Tony and what he'd offered out of his head. Tony, who apparently looked for him for a long time before SHIELD did and might be the only familiar piece of anything left in this future.
Steve climbs out of his makeshift bed and gets out the laptop SHIELD assigned to him. He has no illusions about having any kind of privacy on it, but if anyone at SHIELD has a problem with him typing Tony Stark into the search bar, it isn't him who has something to hide.
It doesn't take him long to find what he's looking for—most of modern technology is quite intuitive.
Stark Industries launches deep sea exploration program; Captain America recovery efforts continue. Exclusive interview with Tony Stark.
Steve is almost amused because the headline makes him sound like a sunken ship. He can't fault them for thinking the Starks were looking for a corpse; Steve thought he was dead, too.
His laptop screen lit up with the article is the only light in his room and he reads about Stark Industries and its brilliantly engineered probes, the future of deep sea exploration, the possibility of marine life conservation efforts, and—
Is it true you're resuming the search for Captain America's body?
Never stopped.
Staring at those two words in the dark—never stopped—is when Steve finally believes it. The man who he only met tonight has been looking for him for years; to him, they aren't strangers. Steve closes his laptop slowly and climbs back under the covers. This is Howard's son. This is the man Howard raised, and Steve should be able to trust him more than the strangers here who only brought up Peggy to him once, when they were convincing him to join SHIELD because she founded it.
Maybe Tony's house would be warmer than it is here.
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