master of machines;

"I will defeat you right into my pants."

"Why you gotta bring the Quackson Five into this?"

"What I hear when I’m being yelled at is people caring loudly at me."

"He’s like the gayest person I’ve ever met, but I make out with him when I’m drunk sometimes."

"Define ‘screwed up,’" Piper said, her voice carrying a slight tone of regret at her own request. She wasn’t sure if she wanted to know what Tony thought of Steve; he had called him "ole Spangly," after all. "Are you talking about emotionally?"

      ”Yeah, I… think I got a little eager.         Must’ve gone too fast," he says,         making a small, feeble gesture         towards the punching bag.         “It’s no big deal, Tony. I’m sure          it’ll pass. Just give it time.”

One of his hands goes to the floor in an attempt to keep himself upright, his face slowly draining of color. His heart starts racing, and he looks for the nearest trash can, wishing, praying it would all stop soon. Praying everything would be normal again.

       Tony’s words echo in his mind, his voice        crystallizing itself there - an endless loop        of worry; of panic. “H-How?” He looks at        him then, his fear poorly concealed under        false nonchalance. “That’s impossible. The        serum…" He trails off, gripping Tony’s shoulder        helplessly as another wave of dizziness courses        through his failing body.

           "Too fast, huh? Steve, I've seen you            run for miles and miles without so            much as a bead of sweat. And you             definitely haven't ever gotten tired            after a round with a punching bag."

His voice has almost taken on a life of its own. His mind is too busy to filter what escapes his lips, too filled with possible futures and doubtful solutions, too loud with panic and too heavy with fear. If anything, the only thing he knows for certain is that nothing is certain. Brown eyes meet blue, and in one single second, all bitterness is forgotten. Tony can see, he can feel the fear that Steve's experiencing. He isn't Captain America, or the perfect Steve Rogers - he's a man who's scared and and confused, looking to him for help. And by god, he's going to try. He holds Steve more firmly, making sure he doesn't topple.

           "I know, the serum stopped all that,"            Tony agrees with a slow nod, trying            to help by pulling the soldier off the            floor and onto the nearby bench. Any            other thoughts on what could be happening            are being kept to himself. The last thing he            wants is to spook Steve even more.            "Jarvis, run a full scan on Steve," he            demands, never looking away from the            wheezing man on the bench. "Yes, sir,            right away," the AI responds, right before            Tony races to Steve's gym bag to            bring him his bottled water.

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                                         ----Jesus, what is this? Therapy? God. Listen, I                                          don't - I don't think something would be different,                                          I just - Look, he's  not what everyone thinks he is.                                           That's what bugs me. That's why it's so annoying                                          to be around him. Everyone thinks he's some sorta...                                           god or something, and he's not. He's really not."

                           didn't really work out for them."