@icarusxfalling gets a plotted starter
not long after he’d jumped from the elevator at the shield ( former shield? ) building a wave of confusion hit him. it felt like a punch to the guy, strong enough that it caused his motorcycle to veer to the side as he was trying to get away from one of the small quinjets. that confusion kept on as he met up with natasha. as they were on the run from their tail, steve kept trying to wrap his head around everything. he tried to connect all the dots he’d missed. working in that building ove rthe past few years meant he should’ve seen the signs, right? every day he saw rumlow was there something that would’ve given some kind of sign that the strike team had more devious intentions? worse were those fears at the back of his mind that were trying to whisper peggy had to know this was happening. how could she not?
that confusion morphed into other emotions he couldn’t quite put a finger on because he was so used to holding on to the anger to fuel him. there were things he didn’t recognize let alone know he was actually feeling. several times the soldier had to stop what he was doing only for the feeling to fade away. thankfully, the aches from his jump were enough to pull his mind away from what his heart was feeling. physical pain was a blessing that way. gave him something else to focus on.
“ tony, “ rolls off his tongue like a sigh of relief. features soften. the muscles in his shoulders relax just the slightest fraction but, god, there was so much to tell the other. shield... “ tony, shield... “














