Tony kept his head tilted down but
he nodded it anyway. He met Steve’s
lips to return the kiss quickly before
they parted for one last time. Sure he
could keep bringing up conversations
to keep him there but eventually Steve
would have to leave and the sooner
he did the sooner he’d be back.
Tony had told him he loved him and as
long as he knew that he could be content
to the best of his abilities until Steve returned.
He’d worry naturally but Steve was a big boy,
stronger than them and more capable.
"No, it’s not."
A small but weak smiled displayed itself
on Tony’s mouth and he shoved his hands
inside his pockets watching Steve open
the door and finally leave.
His fingers tangled themselves into his hair
and he sighed. It was going to be a long
painful wait. Even now he wanted to chase
after him and drag him back.
But he couldn’t.
It wasn’t easy to pull away from Tony and leave;
it felt final, even though it wasn’t. He didn’t know
what would happen on this little mission, didn’t
even know if Bucky— The Winter Soldier would
show mercy again or finish his own mission,
but he had to try it…
And he did try. Leaving this wonderful life behind
just to hunt a ghost… The ghost of his best friend.
He was by his own, no one to help,
no one to trust. This was his own
duty, he had to do it alone and he would.
For a few days, he couldn’t text Tony,
too busy with his hunt, but when after
a bad day Steve went into his crappy
motel room, he fished his phone out,
unsure of whether to do it or not, before
hit sent, hoping for the best.
I miss you, Tony.