The light were kept off, and Tony kept silent. If Steve looked closely, from that angle, he could see that Tony's eyes were closed but moving between the lids, as if in REM sleep: Extremis filling his the months he had been missing better than anything ever could. Half of it was that, sure, but the other half -- well, he just wanted his eyes closed. He didn't want to look around him and remember where he was, because -- now what? What was he meant to do? Jane was gone, Uhura was gone, Camilla was dead. He had needed to walk here in the dawn hours because the armors had all self-detonated as programmed during his absence, and Starktech had floundered and broken apart.
He guessed he'd do what he always did: get up and start again. Even if he didn't particularly want to.
Finally, Tony leaned back into the recliner and lowered his hand, turning his head to look Steve in the eyes. And -- there. He saw it. The weariness in blue eyes, the scruff of blonde facial hair. Bete Noire had gotten its claws into the Captain as Tony had predicted. When Tony spoke, his mouth didn't move, and his tired voice instead came from nearby computer speakers: "So. You stayed."
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Date: 2013-06-07 11:17 pm (UTC)He guessed he'd do what he always did: get up and start again. Even if he didn't particularly want to.
Finally, Tony leaned back into the recliner and lowered his hand, turning his head to look Steve in the eyes. And -- there. He saw it. The weariness in blue eyes, the scruff of blonde facial hair. Bete Noire had gotten its claws into the Captain as Tony had predicted. When Tony spoke, his mouth didn't move, and his tired voice instead came from nearby computer speakers: "So. You stayed."