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You know what to do.

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[ OH GOOD.

Yeah, just kidding, he can't do this without cracking a joke. Everyone copes in their own ways, thanks very much. ]

wow, Cap
this sounds serious
are you breaking up with me?

[ Can you hear him sighing from across the ship?????? ]

You know what I mean. I just wanted you to know that it doesn't matter.

[ It's implied. ]

i wasn't about to hold anything that happened on 'drink the koolaid' planet over your head, if that's what you're worried about

I wasn't worried about that. I wanted to make sure you were okay. [ As difficult as that might be for him to believe. ]

[ It is difficult to believe. Tony could just deflect like he always does, and is halfway through doing just that, when he hesitates. Steve is obviously trying here, so he doesn't he owe the guy at least a little of the same? After all, they're teammates, right?

The response comes a few minutes slower than the others. ]

not gonna lie
i've been better

[ Is he surprised? Yes. Does that mean he's going to back down and take it easy? No. If anything, he's almost eager to bridge whatever gap is between them thanks to the years Tony's missing. ]

Is there anything I can do?

[ Loaded question. Realistically, practically? There's probably not much Steve can do. If the things that weigh heavily on Tony's mind were so easily solved, he would've solved them twice over by now and written extensive documentation on how to avoid them ever happening again.

But all the same, he knows that at least some of his stress aboard the Moira is worsened by the - chasm at best, tension or hostility at worst - that exists between him and everyone who's from home. It's not like he can't deal with it, but what if he didn't always have to? What if there didn't have to be constant tension and eggshells? ]

actually
yeah, probably

[ As risky as it is, Steve doesn't do anything by halves, and his response is immediate, sincere—however that translates over text. Maybe this could bring them together again, ease the soreness of things back home for Steve and fix whatever is troubling Tony. ]

What is it?

[ If he's gonna do this 'honest, vulnerable' shit, he's not doing it over text. Where there can be a record of it. Lord. ]

where are you?

The bow. [ Working, sort of. ] I can meet you somewhere else though.

nah
never been there, may as well
gimme ten minutes

[ Tony shows up on time - novel - and gives the room a tight, fleeting once-over as he steps through the doors. He hadn't realized it was essentially a smaller observation deck, but with access to space guns. That just figures, doesn't it? He mutters a quiet 'yikes' under his breath as he makes his way over to wherever Steve has stationed himself. ]

Yo.

Sure. I'll be here.

[ It's the only thing he sends back, moving out of the chair as if he's suddenly motivated to do busywork. Honestly, there's not much to do in the bow except monitor the equipment, and he's sort of leaning over the screen when Tony announces himself, head tilting to the side to look at him. ]

You got here pretty fast. [ Pointing out the obvious, as always. Maybe he should be worried about whatever it is Tony wants him to do. ] Everything still good?

I'm slightly regretting the choice of scenery.

[ Which he contradicts with an airy shrug, depositing his hands in his pockets before they can fidget. He comes to a stop next to Steve, giving the screens a brief, vaguely curious glance. They don't hold his attention for long, though, because he's here to have an actual serious conversation for once. ]

But I can make a point to be late from now on, if you're more into that.

[ Well, sorta serious. ]

[ He steps back away from the panel, crossing his arms a little. Might as well get whatever this is over with now rather than try to draw it out. ]

You know that's not what I meant. [ And then he follows up with: ] What did you want to talk about? [ Because straightforward is the only way he can be with Tony. It's either that or spend the next several weeks skirting around the topic, though he hopes he isn't there for more honesty. Steve isn't sure he can tell him much more without feeling even more guilt over it. ]

If I just say "us", is that too alarming?

[ Steve Rogers has jumped out of airplanes to avoid less concerning conversations. Perhaps a cold, crushing death in the vacuum of space will dissuade him this time. ]

[ Jumping into space sounds better than dealing with this, but that'd put more people at risk than just himself. So, unfortunately, he's stuck having this particular conversation. In fact, his body language reflects how unsure he is about it as he looks at him. ]

Depends what you mean when you say that. [ Can you see the frown, Tony? ] What about "us"?

Y'know, us. This teammate thing, or whatever we are, I don't know.

[ He doesn't know enough about the future to know if friend is the right word to use there. He wouldn't presume, and the time period he's from, they're still just working on the "teammate" part. But that eerie little year-long jaunt on party planet was like a looking glass into what could be, instead of what is. ]

So, look, I get it. You're from the future and I'm from the past and some shit went down that I know barely anything about - and I'm not asking for details, by the way, Christ, don't give me any more goddamn details, I don't wanna know. I'm gonna live it one way or another, it doesn't matter now. And yeah, it's awkward, and weird, and frustrating. Trust me, nobody hates it as much as I do, half the time I don't know who the hell anybody even is—

[ He breaks off abruptly, like he realizes he's digressing, and pockets his hands to keep from fidgeting. ]

Anyway, point is: can we just make this simple? This is driving me crazy. You're in space, I'm in space, let's just... start over from here. Without all the walking on eggshells and weird dancing around not-secrets and... [ And takes one hand out of his pocket solely to gesture vaguely with it. ] Whatever.

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