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The moment the house's invisible scanners registered an aware consciousness, JARVIS's protocols kicked in and he greeted Steve to the day of light: "Good morning, Captain Rogers. The date is Friday, October 7th. The temperature outside is 61 degrees with a humidity of..." He droned on through the rest, like nothing had changed, like he had never been disconnected from his conversation patterns or audio responses for the past five months.

Should Steve follow, perhaps, his instincts, or a simple word from JARVIS when prompted, he'd find himself barreling past the curving white halls and occasional hanging vine from potted plants, the bright light of repeating windows shining across hard floors in a space far too big for only one person, the sleekness of modern furniture and the cool earth tones that so contrasted against the vibrancy of the house's original owner, who -- who, as Steve could find out, sat downstairs in the workshop, long since locked, in the dark. (The workshop which had been shut down, vacant, motionless, eerie in contrast to the constant movement of before, when holograms flew through the air and the robots rolled around and always something, something was always going on, even when Tony had been sleeping: ready lights flickering on computer towers in the darkness (he never shut them down) and the steady hum of machinery lying in wait, in wait, waiting for--)

The lights were off. Tony sat in the recliner, hunched over, head hanging, one hand buried in his hair with his forehead on his palm. His back partly faced the workshop door, the thin windows through the basement buttresses enough to reveal him, and when Steve reached the keypad to punch in his access code, which would still work (of course, he had to pass through it every time he wanted to take the motorcycle out of the garage, and every time he wanted to come in through it, past all that black deadness in the shop), Tony's voice sounded out through the intercom on the wall next to it, hollow: "Guess the city wasn't ready to let me go, after all."

Date: 2013-06-07 10:48 pm (UTC)
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It had been damn near five months. Five months. Steve watched as one by one, everyone who ever mattered to him in that damn place disappear. Return home. Proceed with their lives as if they never left it. It was fact. Everyone would leave sooner or later, no matter how long they'd been in the city.

Patrick Jane was the last to go, and that morning - despite it being over a month ago - was still fresh in his mind. Uhura, before him. And since the city had no plans of releasing him anytime soon (and ironically, he did pray for it because being returned to the frozen depths of the Atlantic seemed a far better fate than this would ever be), Steve was left with a large house with nothing left in it, and no motivation to start over.

The city finally had a firm hold on him.

But that morning, when his eyes fluttered open at the familiar sound of JARVIS, Steve was sure he was still asleep; fooling him into believing he was still lost inside a dream. It had been five months.

Yet, after making his way down to the shop -- the only place he knew to find him if he was really back -- and spent several long moments looking at the darkened form beyond the glass while he punched in his code. Then once he heard the click of the lock as it released, Steve slowly opened the door as Tony spoke, and only stepped far enough in to let the door close behind him.

"I spent every night hoping they were, Tony."

Date: 2013-06-08 01:05 am (UTC)
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Tony looked like Steve felt. He was four months away from being there two years and every second of it showed. His shoulders slumped a little when he stood, his face turned scruffy from the days he "forgot" to shave, and his eyes weren't as bright and determined as they used to be; the way Tony might have remembered them, though one thing remained: Steve was still more worried about others than himself.

When Tony looked at him, he spared a moment to shrug and take a look around even though there was nothing to look at. Steve's eyes eventually locked onto the other man.

"Someone had to." he said, his voice low. What he wouldn't add was that despite Tony, Pepper, River, and Jane being gone, being there made the nights feel not as lonely.

Date: 2013-06-08 02:11 am (UTC)
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Steve kept his gaze trained on the other, his mind wandering back to that day when he arrived; the wide-eyed teenager who seemed to know more about him than he knew about himself. The look of curiosity and intrigue and wonder even though he was stuck in a place that could snatch it away in the blink of an eye.

None of that was there now. Not even a remote trace of it left. Or, maybe he hoped there would be so he could remember what he was like when he was pulled there; something small enough to grab on to and hold.

Steve moved to stand beside the recliner. "You won't be." he promised, already coming to the decision that he wasn't going to go into work that night.

Date: 2013-06-08 03:05 am (UTC)
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Lost and broken was the only way he could describe it. For the both of them. Tony came back to nothing and he lost everything. He was there; waking up every morning wondering who would be next until there was no one left to take away. That was when Steve gave up.

Until that morning.

Steve said nothing. His own emotion tightened in his chest, and only burned more when he felt the weight against his side, and before someone could change their mind and take the Tony away again, Steve's hand came to rest on his back.

Date: 2013-06-08 03:55 am (UTC)
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For as long as Tony needed it, Steve stood there. It was the only thing he could do, really. He couldn't give him back River, or, Pepper, or Jane. Couldn't return all his armor, personal items, or send him back home. He couldn't even promise that he would be there tomorrow, even though he was sure he would be. But, he wouldn't say any of that, because they were the only ones left.

His hand slid and dropped back to his side and Steve looked ahead and - surprisingly - found himself smiling.

"What was there to blow up?" he glanced back down. "You turned everything off."

Date: 2013-06-08 04:16 am (UTC)
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"Yeah, yeah." Steve nodded in obvious disbelief, almost as if he'd heard that one a million times over and they were still arguing about it. He walked forward a few paces and summoned the AI. "Hey, JARVIS, can we get some lights turned on please?"

After acknowledging, the room began to light up, but Steve kept his back towards Tony as he glanced around.

"You know, I kept the money you left. It's in an account. You can get what you need and start rebuilding all your stuff."

Date: 2013-06-08 04:37 am (UTC)
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Steve nodded, his eyes now on Tony's back as he came into view.

Maybe Tony would have been surprised to learn it, but everything pretty much remained untouched. With the exception of the bike, though that still looked the same as when he got it, too.

"And all your clothes, personal effects, whatever you left behind went into storage here at the house. Both Jane and I decided that if you did come back, or another version of you, that it would be here." Steve told him.

Date: 2013-07-26 05:58 pm (UTC)
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"No problem." Steve answered, not at all phased with the way Tony suddenly distanced himself. Or, maybe it wasn't really distance as opposed to needing to maintain some kind of masked strength; the kind of strength that preserved the reputation and dignity men held onto. Anyway, they'd had their breakthrough "talk" before he left five months prior. That was the turning point in knowing the real Tony Stark.

Without moving, Steve turned his head towards the door. "Anyway, I'll be upstairs if you need me for anything. We can talk more.." Steve swallowed. Saying 'when you get settled back in' was just wrong. If he had any kind of control, made a deal with someone to make sure Tony was never brought back, he would've done it without question.

But wishes like that were childish.

Date: 2013-07-27 08:11 pm (UTC)
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"A couple hours, sure." Steve repeated, giving Tony a look over his shoulder.

Going anywhere wasn't really in the plan, anyway. Not now. But, he should call the club he happened to be doing security detail for that night and let them know that his crew would be working without him tonight.

He paused at the top of the stairs, and turned his gaze back towards where he knew Tony was. Despite everything, it felt good to have someone close there in the house again.

Date: 2013-08-17 07:56 pm (UTC)
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It took a lot to busy himself with things; allow Tony that time to do whatever he needed to do. But, whatever he started, whether it was making coffee in the kitchen, or attempting to sketch something in his notebook while sitting out back, he found himself more distracted than usual.

Trying to put behind all the people that came and went while he was stuck there was practically impossible. Sure, he could displace the memories, keep them pushed back onto the edges of his mind and out of his direct thoughts, but he couldn't fool himself. That was a lesson he learned quickly.

But, after Jane left, and he was left in the house by himself, it was too hard.

He headed down to the gym, taped up his hands slower than normal and took position in front of the punching bag.

As he thought about each of the people he met there; Howard, River, Pepper, Tony, Hermione, Jane, Draco - all whom he invested a part of himself in getting to know, only to have taken from him - the punches became more aggressive.

The worst part was knowing that this was just another way for the city to get the best of him; break him down. It was another test, and eventually, it would return Tony home again leaving him alone.

Because there was nothing for him to go back to.

Date: 2013-08-20 03:08 am (UTC)
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Steve, not even breathless by that point, stopped and turned his head over to Tony. He shrugged. Not because he was uncertain, but more out of defeat.

"I've been here almost three years." he offered as explanation

Date: 2013-08-21 05:47 pm (UTC)
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There were days where he could feel it more than others. He supposed after all he'd gone through there, it held off longer than it would have for many of the others who were brought there.

He landed a punch into the center of the bag, causing it to sway back with force. Catching it, he steadied the bag, and et up to take another punch, but spoke before he did.

"It hasn't got a hold of me completely yet." he pointed out before continuing.

Date: 2013-08-22 02:35 am (UTC)
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And hear him Steve did. Only he chose not to reply to it. It wasn't worth it when he knew there was truth to it.

Steve stopped and looked towards Tony; smile inching upwards at the corners of his mouth. "Nope, just waiting for you to get your hands taped."

He stepped out from behind it and made his way to the ring.

"After you," he said, holding the rope up.

Date: 2013-09-02 06:47 pm (UTC)
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From: [personal profile] backin_theworld
Steve, as always, went without reacting; instead followed Tony with his eyes until he was in his corner. He popped his own mouth-guard in and punched his fists together in a gesture to show he was ready.

He always gave Tony the first punch.

Date: 2013-09-08 09:17 pm (UTC)
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It had been awhile since he fought with the other man, but not enough time to forget the reason behind these bouts. He taught Tony to channel his anger with the fighting; let him take it out on someone in a safe place, with a person who he knew.

But, in the months since Tony had disappeared, Steve found his own anger and bitterness grow.

The hit caught him off guard. That was dirty, and definitely something he didn't teach him. Though, immediately following his move, Steve took the opportunity on the return to use his left to clip the corner of his opponent's jaw.

Date: 2013-09-10 07:53 pm (UTC)
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From: [personal profile] backin_theworld
Ah, something had changed here, which took a few hits to realize. Tony was going for the shoulders up. At the contact with his jaw, Steve used a blind uppercut catching Tony in the stomach before bouncing back to create a bit of space between them. His opponent would have to take a step in to catch him again, making any move easier to anticipate.

Date: 2013-11-24 11:46 pm (UTC)
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In his own thoughts; caustic ones of being in a place where that had taken him to parts of himself he refused to believe were ever there, Steve thought he was prepared for another dirty move.

Steve felt the pressure on the outside of his knee, causing it to buckle a bit. He leaned back on his left before throwing a lazy right hook.

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