“What?” Steve glanced over in surprise, somewhat alarmed at the sudden drastic change of tone. It took a moment to sink in and when it clicked, Steve realised what he was getting at. Of course, an apology was never enough for the great Tony Stark, the man who’d probably choke rather than the say the word himself.
“Right…I–yeah.” Steve was much too tired to deal with whatever hate Tony planned to sling his way as soon as he was walking again so he eased himself over onto his uninjured side, feeling pressure on bruises as nothing more as a dull ache and leaving it that. Saying sorry over and hover hadn’t worked, admitting twice that there hadn’t been any regret in the kiss hadn’t worked – clearly Steve was barking up the wrong tree.
Soon as they hit the ground he was taking a vacation.
Tony shook his head and pushed himself up, grimacing right away.
He could feel his cuts split open when he forced himself up so suddenly,
the bandages turning a faint rose.
“You’re a real card, Steve Rogers.” Tony mumbled, staring at the cold
floor when his feet pressed against it. “You do things and then don’t
elaborate on them, then when you’re asked you turn away. I don’t know
when you became this closed off, but people tell ME off for being like that,
the last person I’d expect to do that was you. I want answers and you won’t
give them to me, I’m just that guy who you can kiss and run from right?
Same as before?” He tried to fold his arms, but even that small motion
sent a dull ache rattling through his body. “Without any explanation.
That’s it. I’m not a toy for you to practice kissing on, Rogers. Use your
pillow for that like a regular guy, for crying out loud.”