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An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
Rating: Explicit Archive Warning: Graphic Depictions Of Violence Fandoms: Marvel Cinematic Universe, Marvel (Comics) Relationships: Steve Rogers/Tony Stark, Wanda Maximoff & Tony Stark, James “Rhodey” Rhodes & Tony Stark, Natasha Romanov & Tony Stark, Tony Stark & Sam Wilson Characters: Tony Stark, Steve Rogers, Wanda Maximoff, James Rhodes, Sam Wilson (Marvel), James “Bucky” Barnes, Natasha Romanov (Marvel), Carol Danvers, Helen Cho (Marvel), Pepper Potts, Clint Barton, Janet Van Dyne, Vision (Marvel), Red Skull Additional Tags: Civil War Fix-It, Canon Divergence - Post-Captain America: Civil War (Movie), no time travel, Angst, Grief/Mourning, Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder - PTSD, mentions of suicidal ideation, Arguments, Apologies, Complicated Relationships, Slow Burn, Sharing a Bed, Mutual Pining, Explicit Sexual Content, Bottom Steve Rogers, Hospitalization, Poisoning, Near Death Experiences, Not Really Character Death, Alcoholism, Self-Hatred Chapters: 1/ 2 Words: 12,527
Summary: In the middle of Civil War, Tony is warned about an attempt on Steve’s life.
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“The war was killing me, Steve,” Tony said, afraid to look at his face. The silence that followed was somehow worse.
“Looks like it killed a little bit of both of us.”
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So after I watched Endgame I found this unfinished extremely angsty Civil War fix it that I’d been working on years ago and figured I may as well finish it. And I’ve almost done that ;)
After Project Insight’s helicarriers went down, tossing Steve out of the sky like an eagle with clipped wings and plunging him into the Potomac’s watery embrace, Tony visited him in the hospital. There’d been no other choice he could make. Without seeing him Tony couldn’t rest; he couldn’t get his lungs to expand enough for a full inhale. Not until his own body cast long shadows over Steve, who lay in a shitty mechanical bed raised at an incline, sleeping an unnatural sleep, wearing a shitty hospital gown that laid bare and vulnerable the twin twigs of his collar bones sheeted beneath paper-pale skin. Not until he held his twitching hand above Steve’s mouth and nose and felt the humid wash of his breath confirm that Steve was still breathing. Still alive.
He’d stared and stared, at the delicate curve of his ears and the fragile fan of his lashes, at the crisp slope of his nose, wanting so much to touch. Wanting to shelter him in the circle of his arms even though he hadn't been able to keep him safe when it mattered. But Tony had settled for laying his hand on the bed, on top of the too-rough sheet, by Steve’s hip. He’d left the hospital while Steve was unconscious, before Steve could even know he’d been there, but Tony had never forgotten the fresh stitches jabbed into his cloud-pale cheek, next to his mouth that looked like something crumpled and soft.
Tony’d been wholly unprepared for the shock and anger that had rocked through him and quickened his pulse then, tectonic plates shifting and clashing under his thin skin when he’d tracked the savage watercolor bouquet of purple-black bruises that bloomed under Steve’s closed eyelids. That anyone would or could hurt Steve like that had made Tony’s hands shake with something he had desperately tried to forget—and never, ever had. I Love SteveTony #16/365
I Love SteveTony #5/365
"I missed this you.” “I missed this you, too.”
swear i'm different than before ; i won't hurt you anymore ; 'cause you were good to me — you were good to me by jeremy zucker
This is what Steve looks like when confronted with Tony’s pain.