46,Stay.

STEVE ROGERS TONY STARK

Since 1970, it's probably the third time I've actually drawn people.

The first time, at that time, I was actually still in the process of searching for my own dreams. It was probably more of a waste of time to use a pencil to pass the time, but Bucky cheered, slapped his back, and yelled everywhere. Is that Steve Rogers? Do I look handsome? Something like this The second time was because of talent or because I couldn't express my inner feelings in the era of war and change. I only had a pencil and paper and a shield as a toy.

The last three things I thought of to help people weren't cotton syringes. or bandage Peggy was inscribed on brown paper by me. It is not dated, it is not signed. But at that time I just wrote down: To you, Peggy It was just a short word and she took it from my hand. Smiling, he walked back to his tent. I could only imagine how she would feel about the lighting and shadows in the picture. Or maybe she thought it was silly or maybe it was the only picture that was uplifting during a stressful time like this. Then I thought about it. That brown piece of paper might fall somewhere or even appear in your living space.

As for the third time's serious drawing, it was quite seventy-eighty years from the first and second times. I'm shocked, you must be shocked. But how could I? I was born into an incredible life since I discovered that I wanted to be a soldier rather than using my talent for drawing to graduate from university and become one of America's workforce.

The person in front of me who was the model for the drawing was a man named Tony Stark. The two of us had known each other for over a year. In fact, I probably don't even know Tony much less than I do in the picture. Maybe it was because his first impression in his thoughts was the word Are you still weak for today's world, Cap? Stop pretending to be heroes when we band together as the Avengers. When Tessarag, the powerful blue stone and the troublemaker, returned to me from my slumber.

Even so, Tony was the person I talked to most often.

Maybe it's because the place where I live is Tony's and everything related to the present era. Everyone will give it to Tony to teach. such as using modern elevators Using a telephone that can talk with just a touch, using communication tools instead of sending letters. And what gave me quite a headache was getting to know and understand the inanimate creature named Jarvis,

At first I was very suspicious of his voice. But Tony always said Don't be afraid, Jarvis is always in control.

It wasn't until three weeks later that I had a profound understanding of Jarvis' control when I walked out of the bathroom and was told I was out of soap. Jarvis replied to me almost immediately in a pleasant British accent. I've prepared a new one for you, Captain.

Tony was now sitting on a dark blue sofa that wasn't exactly blue. The color is duller than it should be. The color is similar to the sky when it rains. I wonder quite a bit about people's tastes these days. Many people tend to dress in clothes that are less colorful, heavy on black, grey, dark blue, and dull red. I rarely see anyone wearing bright blue. bright red yellow Or even pink—Tony too.

I've seen him always dress in calm colors such as a completely black suit and black pants. There might be some pink in the tie pattern (that's because I've already talked to him about this). Until recently, He began to wear anything that had red on it. For example, today he chose to wear a black t-shirt with something in the middle that said black.

All red iron Similar to the rock bands that Tony likes to listen to.

I've been watching Tony sit and sleep for almost ten minutes.

In fact, I like it more than when I speak. Why? Hmm, maybe it's because I don't have to answer questions. Plus, I could see everything: Tony's fingers twitching and his eyelids. Before opening your eyes to look at everything around you Shaking my head back and forth, I stopped staring at my face.

"Sorry, there was a slight problem."

"I won't tell you. Your eyes are dark if I had to guess. You must have just gone to sleep,” I said, my hand still firmly gripping the pencil and smoothing the lines into place. Focus on the eyelash area

"Not really, captivating. People have a lot of things to do. I mean—it's me."

"I will not repeat things that I have already said."

"What story? Repeat, my memory isn't very good lately. Seriously, you're talking about a lot of things." Tony rubbed his temples with his fingers. I darkened the hair in the picture.

"Don't hurt yourself."

"Oh, I remember. Don't hurt yourself with technological tactics and don't try to stay up late."

"Don't sleep late."

“That's it,” Tony shrugged. “And that. Where has the work gone? Can I replace the picture that won the auction?"

"Not that far, it's just a normal picture." I put the pencil down on the cushion, brushed the eraser shavings off the floor, and handed the picture to Tony. Those brown eyes looked at a standard sized piece of white paper with a strange look. It was not like the way Tony used to look at success when he was inventing something. It was like—I don't know. Sometimes I can't read his thoughts very well.

Let's just say... Tony just smiled. Suddenly my heart felt a strange flutter.

“But the people in the picture are not ordinary. I hired you for this picture. Hey, you drew it while you were asleep? I thought you drew it while we were sitting and talking."

"It's too cumbersome. I can't keep up with it."

"But it's beautiful like this." I smiled a bit then and watched as Tony walked back to his room with the picture I had drawn in his hand.

Strangely, the first picture and the second picture I drew had very different feelings.

It took me a few years to feel the hardness within myself.

Here it means adapting to modern people. I started having friends There was partying and there was love—it wasn't romantic love, let's just say, it was a feeling I warmed to that I hadn't felt in eighty years.

No one would have thought that the people in the Avengers building like Tony Clint and Dr. Banner would be so fond of small animals with furry, curved eyes and pitiful looks like a brown dog. I didn't know what kind of animal it was until... This is who said it was Golden. A little retriever—he always emphasizes the word "little" so hard that I often accidentally call this brown furry "little" person.

But Clint always called him the stupid dog. As for Banner, I don't know what they call the little one. Maybe it's the big guy or the simple green guy.

Tony loves this little guy very much—in fact, I think he loves dogs very much. Every time he comes home from work or from running errands, Tony always has a treat in hand for the little one. Whether it is pellet food for small breed dogs, vitamin supplements Bones (which I later learned were dental rubber) or even donuts.

Oh, I forgot to mention that this little guy is a dog that was abandoned and bitten until it had a gaping wound that Tony went to pick up.

It's been almost a month since we had a new member. Tony often said that we had to train this little guy to be the best member of the Avengers.

I laughed, but not as much as Thor, who slammed the table loudly.

Today I was in the building alone. Tony would be back in two hours if nothing went wrong. I took myself down to the gym and punched an old punching bag for a few rounds. Drink water and come back up to make coffee. Don't forget to bring some cereal to give to your little one.

I call the little one Soon he came out of his hiding place and snuggled me until I had to pick him up and bury his face in his soft fur and say a few sentences to him.

Eat, little one. Your father will be back soon.

I want to see you grow up.

And get well soon little one.

He smiled before bending down to eat the food on his plate without saying a single sentence to me.

Late at night, Tony took me to a bar.

As soon as the door opened I heard loud music followed by the smell of cigarette smoke.

We walked through the crowd of people dancing eagerly. I noticed that The person who danced It's not the kind of position where a man would put his hand on a woman's waist and a woman would place her hand on a man's shoulder, but it's a position that is used to make out— Just ruffling each other more.

Tony sat in a chair in front of the bar counter and I thought he was ordering a fancy drink like a martini. Whiskey or whatever and two olives. That's it. I was wrong. Tony ordered two beers, one of which was shoved in front of me. I accepted it and held it up against Tony's glass. There was a loud gang noise!

Even though there was loud music, I'm sure I heard the sound of our glasses clinking louder.

I don't remember what I said, but from what I noticed. The surrounding atmosphere is something that I don't like at all. It is filled with the smell of cigarettes and bright lights that stick into my face to the point of making me dizzy and annoyed me. The voices of the two women talking in the background were loud enough to tell me all about them. Tony smiled at me.

I keep asking if it's okay. All I could do was lie and say it was okay.

That's because Tony dragged me here with a not-so-nice expression on his face.

I still didn't dare ask what was wrong with him. Both of my eyebrows had furrowed together, almost touching each other since we were in the building. Tony rubbed the little guy's head a few times and sighed before grabbing the suit he had just taken off and put it back on. and invited me to come as well—as if to be a friend.

The beer was drank until my glass was half full. I excused myself to go to the bathroom. Along the way, in addition to having a headache from the bright lights, I also had a headache about the dancers not paying attention to the boat's eyes until they bumped into me.

I swear, if nothing goes wrong, I will never come to a place like this again.

When I finished my personal business, I came back to sit in the same chair. I was quite surprised to see Tony smoking a cigarette. He just looked at me and blew smoke into the air and then swept his hand away to chase the smoke away.

“It's not that often I get to do this.”

That's all Tony said. I nodded, drank the beer in my glass, and no one said anything else.

And strangely, no one was drunk.

Tony took me out of the bar at 11:30 p.m. and we stood stupidly in front of the bar. Tony just stood there and kept us from having any conversation. He looked like he was thinking about something. In fact, it was somewhere between absent-minded and dozing off.

I hurriedly found some issues to talk about in order to make him feel immediately.

"Tony?" He blinked twice before looking up and shaking his head.

"Hmm. Just thinking about whether I can drive myself."

"You're not drunk."

“Outside, yes. But inside, who knows if Jarvis has already driven it?”

You can always tell me. If you are anything

The rest of the way, I sat in silence and Tony sat in the driver's seat as usual, only Jarvis controlled everything in the car, including the steering wheel, to take us back to Stark Tower. I felt uncomfortable like never before. It was like I was holding something in my mouth and Tony was carrying a whole world that I couldn't access on my own.

You can always tell me. If you are anything

It was the only sentence I could think of and I just sat there blaming myself for not saying it.

This little one has left us.

He only lived in Stark Tower for about a month or two, almost three months. The person who was most saddened was probably Tony, but I didn't see a single tear drop from him. Dr. Banner, on the other hand, is so eccentric that he's trying to do scientific research to save the life of this little or big guy, so much so that Tony has to tell him enough.

“It's already dead, so let it be reborn. We did our best.”

“We should be able to help him more.”

“The mechanics of living things may be the only thing we...can't fix.”

I stood and watched them talk, some of the conversations I overheard. I was quite shocked by Tony's statement. I mean, maybe he wanted to express something, but I can understand that he loved this little one too much to shed even a single tear.

Just like Tony said. I'm so sad, there's no need to shed tears.

It's been a busy week for everyone, I think everyone is still thinking or maybe keeping the little one in their memories. Most of the time Tony likes to sit on the sofa and sigh or complain to me about adopting a new dog. I try to answer in a evasive way for now because I don't want him to attach his feelings to me. what

After that day, about two weeks Clint and Natasha then returned with news about the Hydra organization. My eyes lit up when I heard this. Red Skull is still engraved in my mind all the time, never going anywhere. It's quite I am in awe of knowing that this organization still exists in this world from my era until the present day.

We—the Avengers—decided to take down this organization on our own, not relying on anyone's orders (in this case, that means Fury). Everything was shattered into scraps. But what has changed might be my feeling that I seem to be more energetic than before.

Tony throws another party in Stark Tower.

He's been busy experimenting with Dr. Banner lately, which is when the two of them talked. I could never understand even a fraction of a sentence, maybe only sometimes when it came to battles, planning, that's all.

The night of the party started with the clinking of everyone's glasses and ended with the loud bang of the battle between us and Antron.

After Thor used his hammer to knock down the strange robot, everyone turned to ask questions.

Tony looked like he was the accused. Don't be surprised, neither am I. I don't know when Tony had this crazy idea.

Maybe because I don't know.

Or maybe it's because I never asked, I can't know.

What made him think of creating an evil demon?

I just shook my head. I poured two cups of tea and sat and watched the color of the sky that night gradually change to a new morning, alone.

The day we were all battered emotionally Clint Barton brought us to stay at his little house. It is a house with a small farm, a house with a happy family, and has things that none of us have.

I'm not acting right. Tony did the same. We just felt the house was too cramped to fit more than five people, so Tony and I tried to be useful by helping Mrs. Barton cut some wood to make fuel. which is really true I was a little skeptical, but it wouldn't be unusual to use wood to start a fire.

But please excuse me, I have seen the gas stove in that house before with my own two eyes. There were two pans and pancakes in them! (That's what I was trying to think of. Maybe Mrs. Barton wanted us to come to an understanding.) Tony didn't say anything to me until he asked as he was swinging his axe. in the wood

“Don't you see anything?”

I looked up from the scraps of wood. He looked at Tony's face with confusion and felt that the sun was quite hot.

"meaning"

“The others were all hypnotized by that young lady, weren't you also?”

"Why do you ask"

“Or is there no dark side?” At this point, I could tell that my breathing rhythm had changed. Tony was still trying to ask me questions that would crush my feelings like that day. The day Wanda hypnotized me, the day I saw a twisted and imperfect past, the day I...

Tony was still speechless. And those brown eyes are so mischievous

“You don't know.”

"Of course, you're a good person." Tony's tone was sarcastic. I used both arms to pull the stick out and split it into two halves. I didn't even care what Tony's face looked like or whether Mrs. Barton agreed with the emotions we were both simmering with. Everything. In that moment, I just wanted Tony to get out of here or it was me who should get out.

Late at night, there is no music playing or the sound of clinking glasses. There was only chatter and a tense atmosphere similar to what I had experienced in planning battles with Bucky during World War II. It was a situation that I was quite familiar with and was able to handle well. But this time in front of all of us. There are no documents.

There was only a drawing of Barton's children. Three glasses of water and the sound of Tony throwing a dart against the wall were the only noises.

The conversation went in such a way that I understood what everyone was saying. I understood everything and thought that we were ready to fight this evil. I think Ultron is not the worst villain. In this world

I never even thought about it.

okay

It happened so fast that I started to worry.

Now we have a new member. He's not human—but he has a soul. Seriously, I can't classify him properly. All I know is that Vision's name is a combination of JARVIS and Ultron and it is one of the things that shocked Tony to the utmost. He was quite shocked that JARVIS was destroyed. It was quite shocking that everything had turned out like this and quite shocking that he had no control over the situation at all.

I stopped by to talk to Tony as he was walking around on the balcony, stressed out. I couldn't see much of his face because half of it was eaten up by the darkness. I just gently nudged him on the shoulder. Tony turned around and withdrew. Breathe and lick your lips.

“What's wrong, Cap?”

"Are you okay, Tony?"

“Not really, sir.”

"Very comfortable. Can I ask you something?" Tony shook his head, laughing.

"Can I please not answer first?"

“What do you see?”

“The sky is dark.”

“What did you see that day, Tony?” Tony's eyes were clearly distraught. I grabbed both his shoulders and continued. “Tell me, what did Wanda make you see?”

I saw him sigh over and over. Looking down at the ground, there was no arrogance in his eyes like before. All I could think about was that Tony had changed, but how he had changed I couldn't answer. Never once did I read him like a person I couldn't get my head around. Honestly, I didn't expect Tony to give a full answer. We had been silent for more than a minute since I asked.

No sound from Tony, no sound from me. And in the end, the person who gave up was me.

A hand rested on his shoulder, and with just two slaps, he let darkness be the only thing that enveloped his senses.

"good night"

After the events in Sokovia Tony likes to sit still and often sheds tears.

He sat idle in the lab, office, living room, bedroom, and even made coffee in the kitchen. From what I observed His eyes were bloodshot and everything moving around Tony seemed to slow down, like he was deep in thought. Then I had to raise my hand to wipe away the tears, shake my head and sigh.

I had asked directly yesterday why I was crying, was there something troubling me? He just answered me briefly: What should I do more seriously?

Which I don't understand much.

For weeks I saw Tony as a lethargic human being and it annoyed me. I want to be the one who can make Tony laugh, and I don't know why.

Sam is another close friend I went to tell Tony about. He gave me the answer to my anxiety about Tony: Yes, your friend probably wants to be the one who takes care of Tony in the same way you want to take care of Peggy.

I don't understand much.

But Sam also said You should do something more serious.

The next morning, I made coffee and went to the gym as usual, but strangely, Tony went running with me in the park in a very smart looking tracksuit.

fresh air The sky opened and Tony and I ran together.

That...might be a pretty bright start to the morning.

“I might...may have feelings for you.”

Okay, that's the stupidest line of 2016 that I just said while we were sitting on a park bench taking a break, Tony mindlessly drinking a glass of water. And I'm sure he probably wasn't paying any attention to me as his eyes wandered across the grass. But I'm not sure. People have two ears that listen. I think at least He might hear—a little is fine.

"So...I've seen you look at me more often too, but I'm not sure yet."

“Uh…”

"Good. Cap, let's take care of our relationship, shall we?"

I told you...

This is the brightest morning I've ever had.

I think dating Tony isn't that bad.

It's something that's pretty cool at times and quite chaotic at other times. Tony is a businessman or whatever, and he's always so overwhelmed with work that sometimes I wonder where he gets the time to think. Lots of armor improvements (I got the answer after midnight) The two of us stuck together like before. Everything, I think it's the same as before, just we have a clearer name for our relationship.

When we're together, Tony likes to rest his head in my lap and tell me to rub his hand on his shoulder or anywhere else. Then a steady breathing rate will be a measure of the influence I have on resting him.

I've told you how much I love it when Tony sleeps.

Because it was the moment when I was most brave enough to hug Tony. Dare to bend down and kiss that hair and dare to speak alone. Saying things that I've never had the chance to say to anyone before.

I want us to stay together like this for a long time.

Live like this...

Day by day, my feelings became more and more frightening.

It felt like climbing a high mountain and I was a new climber. I started from preparation, nothing, slowly climbed up the mountain. I didn't even think about taking a break because it was the first time I was so dedicated to it that I started to get higher and higher and started to get tired. I feel like I'm lacking oxygen and having trouble breathing.

But of course I won't die. I'm just tired sometimes.

It wasn't that Tony was acting badly.

But I just can't stop the feeling. It's too much

Or maybe it's because I love him too much? That might be the sentence that describes the whole thing most perfectly.

April,2016

I kinda know how this will end.

It was something I wasn't prepared for, but I knew that someone like me and Tony would never be able to correctly spell forever together. Right now, the only thing I could do was send stupid letters and phone calls. One such thing is to lie down and live your life as normal without thinking about the past.

I am a person from the past. You know, right?

I always stick to the same things.

In fact, whatever has passed into my life has been good. But Tony...I think I can't erase the image of you from my mind for even one second. That's my disadvantage.

Since that day, I have accepted that living life is as difficult as breathing underwater. I only contacted a few members, like Sam and T'Challa—only through letters and meetings with Sam. Both of us couldn't be too conspicuous. That's because we are meant to live the life of criminals. I never thought of this kind of life as a fun life, on the contrary.

It's too much suffering. I can barely spell the word freedom. It was like being locked in a cage and being labeled a thief, which... seemed a bit too real.

I admit that during that time both of us lacked the sense to restrain our own pride. I already know what kind of person you are. You are stubborn and you express yourself often. You are arrogant and do not listen to anyone's opinions. I am stubborn, but our expressions are not the same.

If I could turn back time I wouldn't change my answer, but you know what? The only thing I would change

That is, I won't hurt you.

I will not use the shield your father created against you.

I'm not going to punch you in the face until your mask falls off.

I won't let Bucky help me fight or protect you from me.

And I'm not going to put that metal in the middle of your chest...the place of your heart.

I may not be able to go back and change the past.

But you're probably the only person who can really make me escape this loop.

xxxxxxxxxxxxxx

I really miss this couple. Damn it.