“Buried” (Chapter Ten)
Our boys finally talk it out and it’s sad but wonderful. Excited to hear what you guys think!
“How you doing?” Tony peeked his head into the small room, and Steve looked up with a tired smile.
“Tony. Hey. Not bleeding anymore.” He rotated his shoulder gingerly. “Bullet went clean through so they stitched me up and I should be fine, other than the pain.”
“I have ibuprofen.” Tony offered and shook the bottle in his hand. “If you want it.” It seemed like an inadequate offering after all they had gone through today, but it was all he had.
“Thank you.” Steve nodded and Tony handed him several pills before sitting down next to him on the small bed. “And thank you… For the slingshot grenade. Saved my life I’m sure. Brock would have tried his damndest to slice me up.”
“Yeah.” Tony shrugged. “Yeah. No problem.”
“You okay?” Steve shifted uncomfortably, leaning back against the wall and trying not to jar his arm. “I mean, after today. That wasn’t exactly a calm ending to a pretty shitty few days. You… I mean, there were six men down there when you threw the grenades. It shakes a man up, to do that sort of thing. It’s alright to not be alright after.”
“Yeah, I know.” Tony looked down at his hands, rolling the ibuprofen bottle between them slowly. “I know. Six men. But you were down there too so–” he shrugged again, looking like he didn’t know what to say. “So you know. What choice did I have?”
It was stiff between them, neither one of them willing to be the first to bring up
the kiss the thing that neither one of them were willing to bring up.
Steve didn’t want to bring it up because he was afraid Tony would be angry about it and want an apology.
Tony didn’t want to bring it up because he was afraid he would launch himself at Steve and demand another one.
So they ended up sitting and not looking at each other.