“Don’t waste it… don’t waste your life.”
It's a statement that burns something awful in Steve's chest. Was that what Tony thought he was doing here? Wasting his life? Steve isn't even sure if thinks the man is wrong. He has lived his life as long as he can remember for someone else. He looks down at the pavement for a moment trying to right his thoughts. The silence feels long, Steve doesn't try and fill it-- not for a thoughtful moment. "I think I've been wasting my life for a long time Tony." He admits softly. "But, maybe for the right reasons. I think I gave up having my life belong to me a long time ago. I'm not too sure what to do with it now...now that things seem to be settling. I think I'm wasting it by doing this, by choosing what to do. I've been on a mission so long, I'm not sure what my life means without it. "