| … ‘Hᴇʏ, ʏᴏᴜ’ᴠᴇ ʀᴇᴀᴄʜᴇᴅ Sᴛᴇᴠᴇ Rᴏɢᴇʀs; I’ᴍ ɴᴏᴛ ᴀᴠᴀɪʟᴀʙʟᴇ ʀɪɢʜᴛ ɴᴏᴡ, ʙᴜᴛ ʟᴇᴀᴠᴇ ʏᴏᴜʀ ɴᴀᴍᴇ ᴀɴᴅ ɴᴜᴍʙᴇʀ ᴀɴᴅ I’ʟʟ ᴄᴀʟʟ ʏᴏᴜ ʙᴀᴄᴋ sᴏᴏɴ ᴀs I ᴄᴀɴ’ —— |
❝I saw you go down, you son of a bitch.❞
Alright, so anger wasn’t exactly the most effective course in response to watching a teammate being near brutalized, but it was hell enough being paralyzed in strangely foreign fear at the prospect; stunned silence and stillness wasn’t something the billionaire was used to in his many years of life, strained brows only barely managing to keep their cool over quickly glossing eyes.
No, this was wrong— things got too personal, the weakness of sentiment enough to fuel the energy blast propelling him towards imminent danger. Vision distorted by varying clouds of what he’d define as ‘dust’ makes for a not-so-smooth trip into the heart of disaster, his first attempt at establishing contact to the unresponsive captain filled with only grunts and an impalpable flow of furious breath. The dial tone clicked loudly before automatically adjusting audio levels, hands phased up to clear the area of enemies.
Flying solo had its perks of control but became easily outweighed by the many disadvantages, most of which revolving around how easily outnumbered Tony became in a matter of minutes. Vengeance struck him like lightning, knowing damn well he didn’t give a shit what they did to his corpse, so long as he had the decency to do whatever he could in justifying Steve’s— — fall. No labels. He couldn’t, not now.
The line connected a second time, his ally’s voice enough to send blood rushing to whatever was left beating in his chest cavity.
| … ‘Hᴇʏ, ʏᴏᴜ’ᴠᴇ ʀᴇᴀᴄʜᴇᴅ Sᴛᴇᴠᴇ Rᴏɢᴇʀs; I’ᴍ ɴᴏᴛ ᴀᴠᴀɪʟᴀʙʟᴇ ʀɪɢʜᴛ ɴᴏᴡ, ʙᴜᴛ ʟᴇᴀᴠᴇ ʏᴏᴜʀ ɴᴀᴍᴇ ᴀɴᴅ ɴᴜᴍʙᴇʀ ᴀɴᴅ I’ʟʟ ᴄᴀʟʟ ʏᴏᴜ ʙᴀᴄᴋ sᴏᴏɴ ᴀs I ᴄᴀɴ’ —— |
Too soon, it hadn’t beeped. His sentence begins in the middle, the rest of which inaudible in light of how full his hands were keeping himself afloat. ❝—— think you’d go off like that, what were you thinking? Give a guy some warning, you can’t just— jump, you trusted me, holy shit, Steve, I didn’t make it in— they all came in I, oh my god, I saw it and I wasn’t fast enou—❞ Choking, clearly, he’s benumbed to a still flutter of one simple exhale, eyes floundering down to assess the damage effectively crippling his chest. Armor ripped, he hovers partially exposed in civilian clothing at the hands of the very prosecutor he’d hoped to eliminate on his own time.
And really; he’s no hero. Without his suit he’s nothing. He’s a man playing dress-up. Dress-up is not enough today. And with that, his mouth closes, palms coming up in obsolete attempts to stop the crimson spilling through the band t-shirt he had no time to change from before the invasion. Didn’t assist him anyhow when realizing the message was still running, his half-plated body thrown completely off its axis and spiraling down towards the street below in certainty.
❝I missed you. In every sense of the word.❞ Of course he’d have to be pierced in the chest, of all places, torn through his freeze-dried heart in the worst irony he’d ever been part of.
❝I didn’t catch you in time. Why did you trust me? Why do you trust me? I have about thirty seconds here.❞ Clawing at the side of a nearby building did nothing to cease the velocity; only really helped burning his hands up in the process, one of which completely exposing bright maroon flesh.
❝I’m not… there’s nothing to stop the fall this time. God, God damn it, Steve. I hope you— I know you survived that, okay? Look at me go. One hundred percent. I trust you too. I missed you this morning when you went for a run.You gave me that look. I know you know. Thanks for never making me say it.Hey, this isn’t gonna end too well for me, right here. I—.. Cap, hey. You never made me, I mean, but I want to, now, to say it. I think I’m ready.I, you know this, for so long we’ve been— fuck, I love you. I need —… oh, thank hell, thank hell, I can see your stupid, stupid, bright shield. I can see you, you’re standing. Oh god, Steve, you’re standing, thank fucking hell, I th—❞
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