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.
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Date: 2013-06-07 10:48 pm (UTC)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."