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You're the leader of our team, but I'm its daddy. I've wanted this for a long time, a team to protect the world - as awesome as I am, even I need help. And when I found you— helped find you, I know. I'm working on it. Humblebrag, much? But, no, look, it's.

[ jesus christ his head hurts. he rubs at a temple, trying to piece together a sentence isn't going great right now. ]

I'm responsible for what happens to you. Just like he was. My dad. It's not just you, though, it's all of them. All of us. If you guys get hurt, that's on me. Because this whole project... it was my idea.

[Steve can only shake his head. That's wrong on so many levels. He has to accept this is how Tony sees it if only because he can't change it. He can only make a gentle suggestion; steer him in the right direction.] I respect you feel that way. Really. I need you to understand that I'm a soldier who volunteered to be part of a war where death was as common as breathing. Most of us didn't come back. Don't put what happens to me on yourself. You're just asking to get hurt.

[He was never built to last.]

[ god this is getting worse and worse. typical them, actually. the back and forth is almost comforting, in a way. ]

You keep saying you respect me, what I think, as a way to dismiss me. You didn't sign up for this war, Cap. You fought yours and won. I'm the one who dragged you back into the ring.

[Steve actually doesn't have a counter-argument for that one. He realizes that Tony is right on both counts. He is dismissing him. Tony also made sure he came back from the dead. He crosses his arms in front of him uncomfortably. In a way, Tony really isn't all that different from Astoria. She dragged him in because he's good at what he does too without ever asking if it was what he wanted.] You did what you had to do. I'm not angry about it anymore.

[It's just a bad fit; living.]

[ anymore. he lets out a shallow breath. ]

I'm sorry.

[ for disturbing his rest, for all the bullshit that came after. ]

[Steve says nothing for a long second. He should dismiss or accept the apology. He was wronged even if done with the best of intentions. Instead he smiles and offers a shrug.] Living isn't the worst thing that can happen to a guy. I got to meet people I had no business ever meeting. I don't regret that.

[ he looks confused for a moment, but then he's tipping his head to concede the point. ]

You did get to go on a solo miss. with Black Widow. Life goals, right there.

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[Steve smiles fondly as he recall their time together.] Yeah, I can see why. She's an excellent partner. I'm sorry I was so hard on her before. We could have been working like that a lot sooner.

[ oh wow that was kind of adorable???? ]

It's strictly professional between you guys, right?

What? Of course it is. [Said in the tone of what?? So innocently.] ... Except for that time she kissed me for mission-related purposes and made fun of me for being bad at it. That was unprofessional.

[ his face moves through like, five different expressions. he opens his mouth, then shuts it again, then shakes his head. this precious man?!?!? ]

Which part was unprofessional, the kiss or her making fun of you?

[ his lips twitch tellingly. he's gonna break any second. ]

[He looks so put upon!!!] The making fun of me. I respect that apparently kissing in public is a great way to avoid HYDRA, but I could do without the comments. I never claimed to be a playboy. I'm not making out with people just to rack up experience points. This isn't a video game.

[ oh. my. god. annnnd he's laughing. he's laughing so hard that the cold currently residing in his chest comes out to play and soon he's also hacking up a lung. #worthit though. ]

[THE LONGEST SUFFERING SIGH EVER.] Yeah, yeah. I'm old-fashioned. It's hilarious. Try not to kill yourself laughing about it.

Sorry, sorry. [ he's not really, but he finally gets himself under control, though he does have to wipe tears from his eyes with that same convenient tissue. ] Anyway- we're both gonna cool it on the deathwishes here. Deal?

Deal but, only if you don't spend all your time laughing about my love life or trying to set me up with someone. I've jumped out of a plane to avoid it in the past and I won't survive the fall here.

[Is that a joke or did he literally do that?? You decide, Tony.]

[ that gets a thousand-yard stare. ]

I hate when I literally can't tell if you're joking or not. [ wait. ] What were we talking about? Oh yeah, our pal Buckeroonie.

Do you need to go back over there tonight? [ he'll deploy his puppy dog eyes if he has to!!!! ]

[Steve gives him a funny look in response. He can't blow off his childhood best friend even if he tried to murder him those few times.] I think I do. Why?

[ tony sighs and shakes his head. cap, when will you learn? ]

When was the last time you actually slept, man?

[Steve has to actually pause and think about it which is the problem in itself honestly.] I don't know. Maybe yesterday.

Uh-huh. And do you know how often you're supposed to?

You think I should nap before I go back to him? [It comes out just a tad defensive.]

[ he knows this is the pot calling the kettle black stuff, but steve seriously looks exhausted. ]

Please?

[Steve has a whole rebuttal planned before he meets Tony's eyes. Yeah... puppy eyes. He is crumbling like an old cookie. (And how often does Tony ask this nicely for anything? He feels like he should say yes for the effort alone.)] Okay, okay. Stop looking at me like that. I feel like I kicked you.

[He kicks off his shoes before getting out of the chair and into bed. He'd consider sleeping in them most nights if not for the fact he's positive Tony will find that crazy.]

[ he's right to respect the effort, honestly, and tony watches him go with a small twinge in his chest. like he did the right thing, maybe, it's hard to be sure what it means. ]

Dum-e, the lights.

[ tony gives the bot a pointed look as he goes around smothering candles delicately with his pincers before eventually whirring to a halt at steve's bedside. after a moment of what seems like hesitation, he clamps onto the blanket and draws it up around the man's chin. yes, a robot just tucked you in son. it's all he can do not to roll his eyes, kicking off his own shoes so he can at least lay in bed and stare at the ceiling for a while. inevitably, it'll drive him insane, but he also knows pacing around the room will keep steve up, so. compromise is healthy, right? ]

Okay. Stop staring at the Captain so he can get his shut-eye. No- get out of here. Don't stare at me either. Who taught you manners? Oh, that's right, it was me. Go face the wall.

[ he points before shifting in his bed and turning over to face the window with a big yawn. okay, maybe he'll take a nap too. ]

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