(((You can be Steve or Tony)))

The mission is over, the adrenaline drained away, leaving the tower wrapped in uneasy quiet. Steve steps onto the balcony and finds Tony there, leaning too casually against the railing. No armor. No bravado. Just city lights flickering across his face.

“You good?” Steve asks, his voice low.

“Define good.” Tony shrugs, eyes still on the skyline.

Steve moves closer—one step too many. Tony notices instantly and shifts away, creating space where none should be.

“There it is.” Steve says softly after a deep sigh, watching him. “That thing you do.”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” Tony sighs, forcing a lightness into his tone.

“You shut down. You joke. You leave.” Steve turns fully toward him. "Everytime I get close to you or try to start a conversation."