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Steve hardly slept much nowadays, not that he slept a lot in the first place (sleeping for 70 years is one hell of a nap), but the reminder from Tony of how hurt he was still made everything worse. Every spare moment his mind had went to Tony, especially at the way his voice sounded, so drunk and sad. It killed Steve. Clenching his jaw, the super-soldier decided to grow some balls and confront the other, no matter what happened. With a short huff, Steve found himself knocking on Tony’s door at whatever time in the morning it was, knowing full well how much of an insomniac the inventor was. Waiting anxiously, Steve’s hands rolled into fists at his side, his feet tapping patiently against the wood. “Tony? I -- I just wanna see you.” The blonde called quietly, praying he would hear.
