Steve holding an infinity gem/cosmic cube/super macguffin and looking at a bloody, destroyed Tony and an errant thought (wish?) floats thru his head of
I wish you you didn’t love me so much, to the point of your own ruin, for both our sakes
And then there’s a flash and then…
this is so sad i don't even know how to respond to it skdjnbkdjnb
this would be a fabulous prompt for a massive plot heavy 70k exploration of 'the worst thing in the world is to get exactly what you wish for' and 'the opposite of love isn't hate, it's apathy,' and 'so you wished upon a nebulous cosmic object with the force to move the multiverse and thought something wouldn't go eldritch' but tbh, i don't think i'm strong enough to do it. i just sit here and imagine
steve sits back at the illuminati table, staring at tony's bright, beautiful eyes and thinking about the bottom of the atlantic ocean. realizing the thing that held tony back from flying into the cold, cold stars, from drowning in a bottle, was the simple, flickering heat inside his heart and steve didn't know - he'll tell anyone who can summon the wherewithal to ask, anyone untouched by the skeletal clawing reach of the infinity stone - that he didn't know.
he didn't know that pulling the thread of tony's love for steve rogers would unravel the volcano of him like a space shuttle explosively depressurizing, venting life, swirling into the magnetic force of the infinity stone clutched between steve's gloved fingers, throbbing with its own hungry heartbeat for every breath tony takes and steve's afraid of the thing of his own conjuring.
he thought he knew before but watching tony's gaze slide right over him, glacier slow and unbothered, steve realizes what he was afraid of wasn't in tony all along. and now, now maybe it is --
AND I CAN'T DO IT. IT'S SAD. IT'S VAST. IT'S SAST.