There was the rare time when Tony's attitude slipped between the cracks in his armour and touched on a nerve. There were times when the dislike of the bond and the fear of association with other people bothered him. Here and again, he felt as if little more than Stark's dirty little secret, and he would be better off sleeping on Steve's couch for the long-term. When his annoyance hit a point, he actually dug his heels in, set himself and fought back with the same tactic of when he had taken on missions for HYDRA: no mercy.
It was how their last fight had gone, and Tony had stormed out because he refused to back down. Steve deserved to know that there was a bond in the mix at the first least, but Tony didn't want anyone to know. It had been one of their worst fights because he had not backed down but surgically drove home his points until he had driven his bond right from the place to cool off. He had huffed and snorted as he paced the house, working off his energy before settling down to await Tony's loud return.
He felt a strange tingling along his flesh where his metal arm attached, but it wasn't entirely unusual with a prosthetic as advanced as his. He was only when he thought that his arm had gone dead that he had paid much attention to the sudden change. His arm responded perfectly and yet the tingling continued, and he felt a cold sweat break out over his flesh unexpectedly.
Tony.
He felt a momentary panic that Stark had finally successfully figured out a way to remove the bond, and he tore at his shirt to look at the scrawl of neat writing along his shoulder. It was still dark and unbroken, but he still rose and grabbed his tactical gear along with weapons to tuck on his person before he headed out in search of his bond. Who had Tony lipped off this time in a fit of rage and gotten clocked in the head?
He found the tire tracks but more importantly, he understood the drag of random lines on the ground. It was code; it was HYDRA code. He had been suspicious that HYDRA was slowly tracking him down, but now he had confirmation and worse, the organization that had held him captive for so long now had his bond. It was obviously a trap. No one left a note to an assassin without a contingency plan to capture them both.
The Soldier still went in search of his bond. Out of town, off the main roads, cutting through vast meadows of wild flowers and to the well hidden entrance. He settled and watched for activity, searching for sign of security and the number of agents associated with this nest. He should call Steve; instead, he loaded all of his guns and prepared to go in alone.
He took a moment to close his eyes and reach down the bond, searching for signs of Tony's health.
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It was how their last fight had gone, and Tony had stormed out because he refused to back down. Steve deserved to know that there was a bond in the mix at the first least, but Tony didn't want anyone to know. It had been one of their worst fights because he had not backed down but surgically drove home his points until he had driven his bond right from the place to cool off. He had huffed and snorted as he paced the house, working off his energy before settling down to await Tony's loud return.
He felt a strange tingling along his flesh where his metal arm attached, but it wasn't entirely unusual with a prosthetic as advanced as his. He was only when he thought that his arm had gone dead that he had paid much attention to the sudden change. His arm responded perfectly and yet the tingling continued, and he felt a cold sweat break out over his flesh unexpectedly.
Tony.
He felt a momentary panic that Stark had finally successfully figured out a way to remove the bond, and he tore at his shirt to look at the scrawl of neat writing along his shoulder. It was still dark and unbroken, but he still rose and grabbed his tactical gear along with weapons to tuck on his person before he headed out in search of his bond. Who had Tony lipped off this time in a fit of rage and gotten clocked in the head?
He found the tire tracks but more importantly, he understood the drag of random lines on the ground. It was code; it was HYDRA code. He had been suspicious that HYDRA was slowly tracking him down, but now he had confirmation and worse, the organization that had held him captive for so long now had his bond. It was obviously a trap. No one left a note to an assassin without a contingency plan to capture them both.
The Soldier still went in search of his bond. Out of town, off the main roads, cutting through vast meadows of wild flowers and to the well hidden entrance. He settled and watched for activity, searching for sign of security and the number of agents associated with this nest. He should call Steve; instead, he loaded all of his guns and prepared to go in alone.
He took a moment to close his eyes and reach down the bond, searching for signs of Tony's health.