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[ WOKE UP IN JAIL ]

Where are you? Why is your bed so hard? Why is someone peeing right by your head?
Oh right. Because you got pinched last night. Welcome to the slammer, baby.

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Reason(s) you're in jail:

1. Indecent Exposure
Nobody wanted to watch you strut around with everything hanging out, and someone called you on it. Hope they gave you a jumpsuit or you're going to be prison eye candy.

2. Drunk and disorderly conduct
"Wassat, occifer? No... I'm not dru-*hic* drunk. I'm unner the legal limit. Wooo!" No, no you're not. You're way over. Sleep it off, buddy.

3. Vandalism
Oh, you naughty thing. You got busted stealing that 'Chickens X-ing' sign. Or was it drawing boobs on the drive-thru clown? Either way, tsk tsk.

4. B&E
Apparently your friend didn't think you kicking in his window to sneak in and leave him a 'present' was as good of an idea as you thought it was. Well, no love for HIM. *hmph*

5. Grand Theft Auto
The car was BEGGING to go for a ride. It called to you with its sireny car-call. And you just had to answer. If it hadn't been for the damn spike belt...

6. Kidnapping
Trust me, there are better ways to get money to pay for your Bieber concert tickets.

7. Murder
Talk about being caught red handed. You got caught red armed. And faced. And front. You're messy.

8. Any/all of the above
Ooooh... You've been REALLY naughty, haven't you? Actually, you kind of scare me.

Relationship of the person tagging:

1. Cohort in Crime.

2. Person coming to bail you out. (or not)

3. Jailer/Warden.

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"Or you could have dinner with Rhodey in his room and tackle everyone together in the morning for breakfast. Rhodey and Vision aside, the others were in the RAFT too Tony. They all needed a day or two to themselves to feel like a human again before they were comfortable enough for lots of interaction. It's your decision. I'm probably going to skip dinner and sleep...haven't had much in several days and I'm kind of wiped.

I don't want you to take this the wrong way or anything, so just know I mean it with the best of intentions. If you need help sleeping, the med staff could probably give you something to help. They're really nice and really helpful.

The offer stands for you too, if you're having a bad night you can come to me. I don't mind." Steve shuffles his feet a bit and looks away before looking back at Tony. "Anyway, I'll let you get cleaned up. Vision was kind enough to supply us with your sizes...so you should have clean clothes in the bedroom to wear."

Edited (skin dinner...wow steve you barbarian.) 2017-10-08 04:29 (UTC)

"...that might be better." Time to reassure himself that this is happening and isn't some kind of wild hallucination would be nice. Checking in with Rhodey, getting some kind of game plan together for how he's going to handle everyone else. Get the first ten steps of dealing with the King of Wakanda lined up so they can power through the politics. His shoulders slump in visible relief; it was always a little tense, dealing with the others, even when things were good.

Too many personalities, too many variables to track. Just his brain trying to overclock so he never gave away anything that could be flipped on him later. Not their fault just- experience.

"I'll see you tomorrow. Probably. Or tonight when neither of us can sleep." Which will probably be the case. Passing out on Rhodey after dinner for a few hours will probably be a thing (is a thing) until he's shuffled back to his room to do the aforementioned planning and...not sleeping.

"Well...night Tony." Steve says softly. He wants to hug the man but Tony was never one for affection, so he just nods and turns to leave. He walks down the hall to his own room where he drinks several bottles of water, has a few high protein bars, showers, and collapses into the bed. He's so tired, he's so just emotionally strung out even if he doesn't show it than thankfully he's allowed several blissful hours of uninterrupted sleep before he wakes. It's around 3am and he yawns and stretches before rolling over onto his other side and just lying there for a bit. He hopes Tony is okay. He hopes he's getting some sleep. He looked like he really needed it.

Half a salad, most of a pot of coffee (none on the raft and withdrawl is a problem) a few hours passed out against Rhodey's shoulder and he feels partway to being human. A tablet with FRIDAY and all of his data backed up so he can flick through projects? HE feels mostly himself. Just. Displaced.

Another hour or so half in and out of a doze helps a bit until the older nightmares kick in and he starts awake in a cold sweat. The cave. Yensin. The water.

before he can think better of it (before he can think at all) he's knocking on Steve's door.

Steve's awake when Tony knocks and he's pretty sure it's Tony so he just gets up and opens the door letting the man inside. "Come on in." Steve says with a soft welcoming voice. "Can I get you anything? Tea? Water?" He asks as they move further into the room. The lamp light from the bedroom is spilling out into the sitting room creating a soft and serene kind of glow. Steve was wearing sleep pants and a white tank top. His hair was tousled slightly and his feet were bare as they walked across the cool wooden floor.

[OOC: I gotta get up at 7am and it's 1am now. This Stevie has to get some sleep.]

"Water." Coffee won't help and tea just reminds him of Jarvis 1.0 in an uncomfortable clench that reminds him both he and JARVIS no longer exist. He doesn't stumble in or shuffle, nor dos he stride with purpose. Stepping in enough to lean back against the closed door (keeping his exits open, keeping himself aware of them) is a good place to start. Wrapped up in a shirt he stole from Rhodey (Old habits die hard) and whatever fine things the staff provided by way of pajama pants he...slumps.

Scrubs at his forehead like that'll clear away the thoughts rattling around like ammo in a tin. "Is it always this quiet in the palace? It feels...off."

No thrum of music, no random chatter down the hall, no boisterous laughter just a few doors down. He wouldn't call it somber but the lack of the near subaudible hum FRIDAY provides while wound through the compound is making his teeth itch.

"Yeah, it's always quiet. At least at night." Steve pours Tony a glass of water and hands it to him before moving to sit down on a nearby couch. His eyes observe Tony standing and leaning against the door but he doesn't ask him to sit. Tony will do so when he wants too.

"I don't like it either." Steve says after a while. "The quiet. It's too quiet."

Tony is obviously rattled and Steve want's to help if he can. He waits patiently with an open and inviting look on his face. His posture is relaxed and there is absolutely no rush for them to either talk or for Tony to move.

"And you've just jinxed it." Newer habits to tip into with the banter and like this, back to the door, it's okay to stand and talk and pull himself into the present. Takes longer than it would back home but- no bots, no workshop, very little that's familiar and comforting aside from Steve and that's a little loaded, isn't it?

Three, maybe five sips of water and a minute or so of examining the carpet while he waits for his heart rate to drop pass before he pushes from the door to drop into the nearest chair. There's no swagger, no saunter, no show. Just an exhausted arrangement of limbs and cotton. "Been catching up on the headlines I missed. Plenty can change in two weeks; you were right. Ross shot himself in the foot with this one."

"Yeah. Maybe. Neither of us tend to do well in quiet and isolation." Steve supplies softly. He offers Tony a warm smile as the man calms enough to actually sit down. "Yes he did. T'Challa said many of the council members are crying for his resignation. As much as I want him to go, he is an enemy we know. Who knows who will replace him."

Steve yawns and tries to cover it up. He's tired yes but Tony is more important and he doesn't mind listening to him as he works things out. Tony's been stuck alone for more than two weeks and Tony doesn't do well when left without stimulation of some sort.

"I know what he told me I was being brought in for, but none of the press got that story. Or any story, which was stupid for him." Why bring in the poster boy for cooperation and compliance with the accords if you didn't have an excuse on hand? "I can't shake that it feels like a play; and not one Ross would've made normally. Someone's cooking something up but I don't have all the data."

He can't fix what he can't see and it's easier, so much easier, to focus on that than what caused the issue in the first place. Exhaustion makes him ache and, as has become habit since the fight, Tony reaches up to rub at his sternum. No glass and light anymore, just bruised bone that remembers the shards of shrapnel, the reactor, the slam of vibranium.

Steve nods at Tony's thought, that it seemed abnormal, rushed even. But as of right now he had as much information as Tony. Maybe less. Steve runs a hand through his hair and give a soft sigh.

He watches Tony rub his sternum and can't help the flood of guilt the motion insights. He looks at his friend and then over his shoulder at his bed, then back to Tony. "Do you...do you wanna lay down? Bed's huge and all..." Steve trails off awkwardly. He's just trying to help.

"Not really." Last time he was on his back around Steve-

Well. He had just blown Barnes' arm off and none of them were being entirely reasonable or rational except maybe Zemo and damn if that's not a brain he'd like to pick one day. Later, when this is fixed. Being on this side of things makes some parts of more difficult but he's done more with less. "I'm not in any hurry to revisit what woke me up."

Steve's heart gave a twinge of pain and his hands clench beside him. He'd hurt Tony...he gave Tony nightmares of Steve hurting him.

"I'm sorry." He says softly and leans back further into the couch he's sitting on. He didn't know what to do to help the situation so he chose to simply sit and listen. Be silently supportive.

"This one predates you, Steve." He can offer that much, sipping his water and trying to think past, well, being made to drown. "Afghanistan. Cave, car battery-"

His fingers tap against his chest, the circle of scars where the arc reactor used to sit. "Yinsen. Thinking about him a lot, lately. What he'd say if he saw what I've made." What's become of his new legacy.

Steve nods in understanding at least grateful he's not responsible for Tony's nightmares, this time. He knows he has been and he feels awful about it. He listens as Tony speaks but can't think of anything helpful to say so he doesn't say anything. Instead he gets up and gets his own glass of water before returning to the couch, sipping the cool liquid.

"...The last thing he said to me was 'Don't waste it'. I thought I wasn't." He was pretty damn certain for a long time, that this was the right thing, that he'd been working hard to build something that would outlive him because at the end of the day he's a man in a can and he can't do much against gods and monsters. "We built something worthwhile, didn't we?"

"Yes Tony, we did." Steve says with a voice full of emotion. He is proud of the team they have built. He is proud of his family. "Sure we have some kinks to iron out, but I'd say it was worth everything to have you and Clint and Sam and everybody else come together like we did. We're all some of us have, and I think creating a family like that is very worthwile."

"We were supposed to be better, right? Together, handling things on our own, not worrying about a World Security Council. One man. One man brought it all down." What was it that Vanko said? 'If you could make God bleed, people would cease to believe in Him. There will be blood in the water, the sharks will come.' Ross had plenty of teeth and none of the instincts. Zemo- Zemo had both.

"Do any of them know what happened in Siberia?" He hadn't told anyone. Not Rhodey, not Pepper, not Vision- it hadn't mattered in the face of standing up to give the world someone to scream at while he tried to fix things. Now...Now it might explain some things. It'd make the talk with Sam less awkward if he knew.

"They have a vague idea of what went down. I didn't want to talk about it because I felt like doing so...without you there to defend your actions, wasn't very fair. I don't get to tell people how you were feeling when you made a decision to do what you did just like you can't for me. If you want too, we can tell them together. Sam knows you came as a friend but that something happened to make that change. None of them are angry, they just want to understand what happened between us." Steve says setting his cup down. "I told them Zemo manipulated us into doing exactly what he wanted, but I didn't tell them how he did it. Obviously T'Challa knows, but he has kept it to himself." Steve has spent many night agonizing over this same issue. Whether what he did was right when he joined the Avengers. When he joined SHIELD.

"I remain skeptical of them not being angry." Even if the fight hadn't gone south in the worst of ways at the airport. Even if they hadn't ended up in the Raft- they all had their reasons for speaking out against the accords and his resignation hadn't gone over well. "But talking to them together- that's probably the easiest way to go about it."

It wouldn't be painless, but it'd be quick. Ripping off a bandaid quick.

Steve gives a soft hum in agreement. "Together it is." Steve offers a supportive smile. Steve gives a long sigh and lets his head fall back against the chair.

"You know...sometimes I wish things were simpler. Sometimes I wish I was back in the war where I knew who the bad guys were. Sometimes I wish they'd left me at the bottom of the ocean." Steve didn't voice that sentiment outloud, this was the first time he'd done so that he could remember. He didn't talk about that time.

"Sometimes I wish the shrapnel killed me." Not often, not in awhile since there've been enough highs to outweigh the lows of having survived that; but it's a point of commonality and at the moment? They need as many of those as they can get if they're seriously going to rebuild this bridge.

"War's never simple, just straightforward. What we're willing to see as acceptable extremes gets stretched a little further, there are clearly defined sides that you're stuck in by choice or circumstance or where you live." Peace in their time. That'd been the mission. The hope. Everything he'd built and bled for, the brighter Future Steve put the plane in the ice for. And it's still...muddled and muddied. "We'll get another one soon. Something big."

"I had lucid moments...I don't think I've ever told anyone that. I had moments where I knew I was dying...where I wanted to die. I was aware when they unfroze me. God it hurt so badly." Steve says his voice a little broken as he trails off letting the thought die off.

"I have trouble seeing shades of grey. Would you...would you help me see those, please?" Steve asks looking Tony in the eyes. Steve's world has usually always been black or white. Yes or no. Right or wrong. He has a hard time when the situation gets muddy...when it gets grey.

"You were awake in the ice?" Fuck, what must that even be like- paralyzed and frozen, pinned by water and metal and- it'd been a vague thought he ignored but rereading the infodump from Shield had brought it right back up again, niggling in the back of his mind. Steve had crashed the plane in the seat.

They'd found him lying down, shield on his chest, lain out like a corpse. Waiting.

He scrubs a hand through his hair and down his face, trying to shove the image away and not really managing it. Looking up to see Steve sitting, warm and breathing and alive does the work for him. "If you promise to listen. I can't help you if you don't trust me."

"I crashed the plane because I couldn't reroute it. But there was more too it than that. Bucky was gone, Ma was gone. I didn't see the point in keeping up the pretense that anyone would actually care about me. I was selfish..I wanted to be with them again so I figured well, I do this I save lots of people and I'll get to be with those I wanna be with again. But that wasn't the case. Apparently I can hold my breath for a long time....it took a long time for me to pass out...I was so cold I couldn't feel it anymore but I couldn't move. Eventually I guess I just blacked out. I have no idea how long it took but it felt like forever. Then I had moments where I could hear the ice creaking. I could feel the pressure around me, in me." Steve shivers and his hands rub his arms absentmindedly.

"I promise to listen, if you do." Steve agrees. "I took you for granted Tony and I don't want to do it again."

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that is either kinky or cannibalism and I don't know which it is

that was me making fun of the fact I wrote skin instead of skip the first time

those dastardly typos

they always pop up at the worst times.

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