Chapter 3
"Steve, please, stop -”
"And say what, Tony?” Steve spat, turning on his heel to face him. “That I forgive you for siding with the Government over us? That everything’s fine; that we’re good?”
"We’re… we aren’t good?" Tony whispered, and Steve watched with a grim sort of satisfaction as he appeared to be swallowing back tears. After all that had happened - the horrors they had been though - tears were the least Tony could offer him by way of redemption.
"I don’t know if we’ll ever be good again," he replied quietly, trying not to show how much those words cost him, too. In spite of it all, he cared about Tony.
He just didn’t want to anymore.
Unable to watch Tony physically break down in front of him after everything else, Steve turned on his heel and walked away.
"I never meant to hurt anyone," Tony called softly after him, and, against his will, Steve stopped and turned back.
"That’s your problem, Tony," he replied, feeling hollow and broken inside. "You never do. But here we are."