“Buried” (Chapter Nine)
Whoo! Two Chapters in One Day! Lots happens in this chapter. The guys finally kiss, Steve is a total BAMF and Tony is as well. Language Warning– I have used the f-bomb like sprinkles on a cake here so heads up! Share the love and like and reblog for me, and say lots of nice things!
Tony was barely paying attention to where he was walking, too exhausted from the constant hiking and from a restless night to attempt any conversation, much less keep track of every step he was taking.
Neither one of them had slept well, all too aware of the way their interactions were deepening, of how every word exchanged seemed to be laced with extra meaning and a world of hurt. Steve had been out of line, calling out Tony’s actions the way he had, and Tony had been out of line calling him heartless, insinuating that Steve didn’t care about the murdered students.
Both of them had said awful things, and now it was fragile between them, each waiting to be broken all over again by a wrong word or harshly phrased sentence. Or maybe— both waiting for the other to say something about how Steve didn’t have nightmares when he slept next to Tony, or about the apologies and which ones were the right ones.
But neither of them said anything, so they both just kept walking.
Steve, who hadn’t hardly shown any signs of slowing down this entire time, was walking with his head down, feet dragging. Tony, who had reached his breaking point yesterday but was still somehow trudging on, was doing even worse.
So when Steve stopped abruptly, Tony didn’t notice and ran right into him.
“Damn it, why–”
“Hush.” Steve clapped a hand over his mouth and pushed him deeper into the forest, behind a thick stand of trees. “Just wait.”
“Hush!” He snapped, and kept his hand over Tony’s mouth as he peered through the trees as best he could. “We found them.”
“The village?” Tony mumbled against his hand and Steve shook his head.
“The other mercenaries.” Very carefully he released Tony, and waved him forward, ducking down to make themselves as small as possible as they crept closer to the edge of the hill and looked over the cliff face. “They are making camp close to the village so they can spot us whether we come from the forest, the river or the road.”
“Christ.” Tony swore under his breath, adrenaline pumping, fatigue forgotten now as they stared down at maybe a dozen men milling around a rudimentary camp site. All held automatic rifles, dressed in the same all black uniform that Rumlow and Mike had been in.
“Are these all your men?” Tony hissed and Steve shook his head, getting even lower and crawling on his belly to get a better view.
“No, the standard black uniform is pretty common, especially with security teams. This way they blend in. People expect to see us around every once in awhile because of the dig site.”
“Lovely.” Tony stared down at the men for a few minutes, before tensing and elbowing Steve. “Look.”
Rumlow stepped from one of the tents and every line of Steve’s body stiffened. “That bastard.” he growled. “I’m gonna destroy him.”