ther side.

※No.§ He tries to lunge forwards but the image is ripped away from his grasping fingers. Another takes its place; Steve lying prone on the ground with his head in Tony＊s armoured lap. He＊s pale and not moving, and Tony＊s bare hands are stroking gently across his face, through his hair. There are tears on Tony＊s face, and his mouth is moving as he speaks softly to Steve.

The pain swells, twists and he feels bile rise up in the back of his throat. There are shadows and images tearing past him, just like when he an SJ had stumbled across the magic in the multiverse, but this is more invasive, more painful. He feels like he＊s being dragged away in the current and he tries to scream, for help, for anyone.

He sees bright green eyes and a sweep of dark hair as a figure turns away and runs. A streaming cloak, snapping and fluttering in the wind. He tries to follow but the pain is agonising, and he can＊t. He gasps and then he can see himself again, alone and walking slowly through a silent forest. The snow lies thick on the ground and flakes fall silently, smothering the ground beneath his feet. Blood drips onto the snow, shockingly bright against the white. He's staggering, stumbling, clutching his left shoulder where his arm should be-

The image is snatched away but he can＊t be grateful, because now he can see Tony lying on the floor, armour bent and battered and Steve is standing above him, shield raised and rage etched into his features. Tony isn＊t moving and Steve is swinging, swinging the shield down viciously, and Steve is screaming but not making a sound, horrified and sick and desperate-

※No!§

And he falls back into his body with an agonising wrench. The force sends him lurching forwards out of the chair, falling forwards and gasping, and strong hands grab him, keeping him from hitting the floor. All he can hear is his pulse pounding in his ears, and he can barely lift his head. The wind is gone, the light is gone and he＊s back. He can still barely see; pain licks at his temples and footsteps around him, urgent and alarmed voices.

He sways dangerously and sinks further down, listing sideways. There＊s a curse, and he slumps forwards into something hard and solid. He reaches out weakly, tries to push against it and get up, but he can＊t, he＊s too damn weak. Another bitten off swear word, and there＊s a hand under his chin, a hand on his shoulder and pushing him back, tilting his face up. He screws his eyes shut against the light for a moment, forces them open, and then his heart jolts behind his aching ribs.

Tony is there.

It＊s Tony who＊s there in front of him. He＊s in the armour, gauntlets and helmet off, kneeling in front of Steve and looking somewhere between worried and furious, eyes not on Steve but over somewhere to his right. Still gasping in air, Steve just stares at him for a moment, eyes locked on Tony＊s face and trying to grasp hold of a single coherent thought other than Tony is here-

Oh god, a second ago he was watching a Steve Rogers kill a Tony Stark, swinging his shield with such sickening and determined violence, and no, he is not letting anything happen to Tony, he will kill himself before he lets anything happen to Tony-

And suddenly he understands what Tony meant by ＆it＊s realisation.＊ God, he knows exactly what Tony means, how he saw something terrible happen to Steve which wrenched open a raw and painful part of him, something that bursts into fierce life under his sternum.

※-didn＊t tell him it was going to be that fucking painful!§ Tony is bellowing, angrier than Steve has ever heard him. ※You absolute bastard, Richards, you were meant to call-§

And Steve pushes forwards with monumental effort, pushing himself up and rolling forwards into Tony, his hands sliding under Tony＊s arms and clutching at his armoured back. He can＊t even 每 he just knows that some raw, newly unearthed part of him wants 每 needs 每 to be as close to Tony as possible.

※Whoa!§ Tony grabs at him, alarmed as they both rock back dangerously, threatening to tip overpletely. ※Cap 每 Steve!§

Steve shoves his face into Tony＊s throat and doesn＊t let go. He＊s shaking from head to foot, and he can now hear Clint yelling and Richards shouting back, but he doesn＊t care because Tony is somehow here, Tony is here and got him out of that awful, terrible place-

※Steve,§ Tony says softly, urgently, and a handes up to hold onto the back of Steve＊s head. ※Talk to me, please say something, oh god, he＊s scrambled your brain hasn＊t he-§

※I＊m okay,§ Steve manages to say, face still pressed into the curve of Tony＊s neck. His whole body shudders and the edge of the suit digs into his jaw. ※I＊m alright.§

※Oh, thank fuck,§ Tony breathes, so quiet and torn up with relief. An armoured arm wraps around Steve, pulls him close. He raises his voice again. ※What the hell were you guys thinking?§

※He will suffer no lasting damage,§ Stephen Strange says, sounding annoyed. ※A few more minutes and-§

※A few more minutes? You nearly boxed him with thirty seconds of that shit!§ Tony snaps, and Steve can hear Clint snarling, ※I＊ll cause you lasting damage,§ in the background.

※And you, you fucking moron,§ Tony says angrily to Steve, but Steve doesn＊t want to hear it. He can barely think, all he can feel and smell is Tony, and his mouth is moving gently against the skin of Tony＊s neck, a silent thank you, a wordless don＊t leave me.

Tony＊s breath stutters, exhales shakily. ※Steve,§ he murmurs, uncertain, all the anger gone. Steve presses impossibly closer, eyes suddenly hot and burning, and for the first time since the ident he knows what he wants. He is not going to let Tony go, not ever. He＊s never going to let anyone hurt him, least of all himself.

※You＊re here,§ he manages to say. ※Stay. Stay with me.§

And Tony is tightening his arms around Steve, forcing his head up and pressing his cheek to Steve＊s, breathing rapid and harsh in Steve＊s ear. ※Yes," he says, and his hand is still on the back of Steve＊s head. It moves clumsily, shaking as it strokes his hair. ※Steve.§

Steve presses his nose against Tony＊s cheekbone, nudges at him, his chest heaving as he tries to catch his breath. Tony＊s beard is rasping against his skin and somehow his mouth is pressing at the corner of Tony＊s, and he wants. He feels like his body is drugged, lethargic and clumsy. Tony＊s breath is hot on his face, and Steve is trying to inch closer, turning and pressing his face further into Tony＊s nudge by nudge, and then his mouth finally reaches Tony＊s, and he never wants to leave.

Tony draws a sharp breath in through his nose as Steve＊s mouth presses to his. He doesn＊t move for several long seconds, and then he＊s shuddering and pulling back, pressing his forehead to Steve＊s.

※You fucking moron,§ Tony is saying, but Steve doesn＊t give a shit. ※Tactical genius my ass, why the hell would you 每 why would you not tell me this was happening? Jesus, Steve, if Barton thinks it＊s a bad idea then you know it＊s a bad idea, and I＊m never iving you for enabling Barton as the sensible one, that＊s fucked up on so many levels-§

※Stop talking,§ Steve manages to say, rolling his forehead against Tony＊s.

※Fuck you,§ Tony replies. ※And fuck this. I＊m taking you home. No more mind fuckery. Clint, call someone and then help me carry this son of a bitch downstairs. So help me Richards, if you＊re about toplain about iplete data I＊m going to tell Sue what you just did-§

Zoning Tony＊s voice out, Steve slumps forwards, forehead resting against the cool metal of the Iron Man armour. He feels like he could sleep for a week, and they＊re never going to let him et this, are they? God, he＊s had it with the multiverse, he＊s officially out. He doesn＊t care who did this to him; he＊s learned his lesson, he never wants to see another alternative reality as long as he lives, and-

And Tony＊s fingers are gently stroking up the nape of his neck even as he carries on arguing with Richards and Strange, and Steve remotely thinks he can＊t even be all that mad about it, if this is where he＊s ended up. Tony＊s hand moves, palm cupping the back of his neck. His face turns towards Steve, mouth pressing to the side of his face for a fleeting moment before he lifts his chin to snap back at Doctor Strange.

Yeah, Steve thinks, breathing in the smell of metal and Tony, so impossibly wonderfully close. There are definitely worse places to end up. It＊s a crying shame it＊s taken him so long to realise it.

It takes Tony in the armour and some help from a hastily summoned Thor to get Steve back to his room in the tower. Steve＊s energy is slowly returning but he＊s not quite back up to speed and is still off-balance even by the time they haul him into his room and dump him unceremoniously on his bed. Tony is torn between feeling bad and feeling like Steve deserves it, the moron.

※I shall leave him in your care,§ Thor says to Tony, watching with a knowing smile as Steve pushes himself into a sitting position, leaning on the edge of the bed with his elbows on his knees and his forehead propped on his knuckles.

※I＊m alright,§ he says, sounding tired and pissed off. ※Stop worrying about me.§

※Once again, fuck off,§ Tony says cheerfully, and turns to clap Thor on the shoulder. ※Thanks, big guy.§

Thor nods, and then turns and leaves the room. Tony watches him go, and then turns his attention to getting out of his armour. He takes his time disassembling it, leaving the pieces stacked up in the corner of the room. Only when he＊s out of it, clad in his jeans and T-shirt and barefoot, does he turn to Steve, folding his arms across his chest. God, his heart feels like it＊s about to turn inside out 每 he＊s back here with Steve, he＊s so close that Tony could climb into his arms again and kiss him senseless, kiss him the way Steve had kissed him before. God, even the thought of it makes shivers go down his spine.

※Uneptable risk, Steven Rogers,§ he says sternly, and Steve just holds out the hand that＊s not being used to prop hi

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