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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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"Well I've never drawn any French girls but I could give it a try if you want." Yeah. He's seen the movie thanks to Clint and Natasha. "Yeah. All from memory. All of them actually. That was you right after the battle in New York. Before I left for D.C."

He gives the details a closer look, unfinished as it is- the cut of his hair and rough patches on his face from bruising or scrapes (he did go through a giant ass hell turbine at one point, that'd been a thing) all pretty well accurate. "Huh. I don't...look as tired."

At the time he'd been worried but invigorated. A larger universe and they could, had, would, protect it. Nothing seemed quite so hopeless.

"Yeah. A lot has happened since then." Steve says gently and yawns. He's exhausted but he knows it's going to be a bad night. Usually he can feel the tension that leads to nightmares. He just wonders what it will be tonight. The past? The present? Some twisted combination of the two? "You can have it when I'm down. If you want it."

"I'll pin it to the fridge with a magnet." He hooks his smile into something less flashy and sharp, a little of his first mask and armor peeling away. "Want me to head out? You look like you could use the sleep."

Steve lets out another little laugh at the thought of To y hanging his artwork up like he was a proud parent. He covets the smile he gets too. It's closer to the 'real' Tony than he's been in ages. He shakes his head at his offer to leave though. "It's gonna be a bad night. I'm not in a hurry to get to it."

"Need a spotter?" He can work on his tablet in here just as well as his own room and shouting Steve awake before shit gets bad is totally doable. Mostly doable.

Steve hesitates for a moment thinking about the offer. It wasn't like Tony o do something like that but if he was willing... "If you're sure....I don't want to bother you." He says giving him an out. He really is tired and maybe knowing someone is close will help him sleep better. Having Bucky around during the war certainly helped.

"I can work just as well here and if we're going for another round of facing the kids in the morning and all their sad, sad eyes- you need actual sleep." Which means getting shaken awake when nightmares come to call. Or. Shouted. Lashing out in a panic is a thing and Tony likes his nose unbroken.

Steve nods at Tony. Unlike him Steve can't take sedatives as they wear off too fast for him. "Thanks. Uh...good night then. Help yourself to anything in the kitchen if you want it. ". He stands and moves to the bedroom shutting the door behind him. He brushes his teeth and gets ready for bed. It's a good 45 minutes though before he actually falls asleep as his mind is focused on the man currently in the living room. He's still not sure where they stand but he thinks it's better than where they were.

Sleep is thankfully dreamless at first. It's not until after 2am they begin to turn dark. First he starts jerking slightly. Visions of Bucky falling from the train filling his mind. Then it's Tony and Bucky both fighting in Siberia because he's been unable to stop them. He's crying now. Tears on the pillow as he cries out for both men to stop. The listen. Then they are dead lying there looking up at him with lifeless eyes. Then he's rocking on the ground holding Bucky while dead Tony yells at him for letting them both die. He tells him he's useless. Unnecessary. Worthless. Everything special about him came out of a bottle. That it would be better if he stayed buried in the ice. They'd all still be alive if he wasn't there.

Edited 2017-10-13 17:12 (UTC)

"Boss." FRIDAY's voice jolts him out of a several hour long legal fugue, emails between him and Pepper trying to wrangle the board and lawyers to do more than exonerate Tony and Tony alone- it's dense reading that has him more than a little out of it by the time she calls for him.

"Those decryptions finished, Fry?" She'd have told him if that's what it is, but sometimes she nudges him to make sure he's paying attention. She's learning. Part of him is proud. The rest aches.

"Captain Rogers is showing signs of distress." And, well, he squints at the clock before levering himself off of the sofa to open Steve's door, peering at him. He could shake the supersoldier awake but again, he likes his nose unbroken. "Rogers. Up and at 'em, soldier."

Tony is smart not to touch him. Waking a soldier with PTSD having a nightmare and happens to be a super soldier is most assuredly not wise. Steve doesn't hear Tony though. He's apologizing, voice muffled by sleep and his pillow. The second time Tony says his name though he bolts awake. He's sitting upright not seeing anything at first. His eyes are damp and red rimmed and it takes him a moment to come back to himself enough to wipe his face with his arm. He sniffles slightly and looks up at Tony. "Sorry. I didn't mean to disturb you. Thanks for waking me up." He says kindly as he moves to get up so he can wash his face off and blow his nose.

"It's what you needed." And a glass of water. And probably a hug, geeze, just looking at Steve was making him feel sad. Asking about whatever nightmare he'd had isn't- it's not his thing. Shaking him awake hustling him back off to slumber land so he too, can go back to bed in his suite and try his hand at the whole nightmare thing.

Steve exits the bathroom and nods at Tony. "I'm up now. I'm not going back to sleep...I didn't wake you up did I?" He really hopes he didn't. He's been enough of a trouble to Tony he doesn't want to be even more of a bother.

He ruffles his hair and pulls on a t-shirt before heading towards the door into the livingroom and then into the kitchen for something to drink. He doesn't pay attention to see if Tony is following him or not.

"Nah, I'd been working. Well. Trying to. Coordinating with Pepper is difficult with the time difference and the making sure the line is secure." He pops his back as he stands, grimacing at the twinge in his side. "You good?"

He'll head on out if that's the case.

"Yeah, I'm fine." Steve lies as he pours himself a glass of water. "I hope you and Pepper are able to get everything figured out. Sorry it's difficult. Uh...You should try and get some sleep as well. Thanks for checking up on me." He smiles at him.

"You should try to get a few more hours if you can. I have a feeling there are going to be more sad eyes and talking in the morning now that everyone's had time to gnaw on it." Specifics might be requested. He's not looking forward to it.

"I'm not going back to sleep tonight Tony. It never works out after things like that." He says sipping the water. "It just picks up right where it left off. It's not the first time and it won't be the last. They'll probably ask the hard questions and I'll answer them just like you will. I'm fine." He knows there will be sad eyes, there will be more hurt feelings and disappointment but he'll survive it. They will get through this hardship and then move onto the next as is their way.

"Your call, C- Steve." Not Cap, he dropped the shield, is going to pass on the title officially (which is good, it's fine, he can learn to forgive Wilson like he forgave Vision, it's fine), to cover the awkward he tucks his tablet under his arm and makes for the door, peering back. "Don't wear yourself out."

"Too late for that." Steve murmurs as Tony leaves. He stands at the counter for a long time before moving to the couch to continue the drawing of Tony. It keeps him occupied until breakfast which he is the first person to arrive at. He's sipping coffee and rubbing his eyes as food is brought in and others start trickling into the room.

Rhodey had to shuffle him in, Tony all bleary eyed and slumped into his shoulder, half a sleep, less concerned with appearances than he is trying to get just a little more rest. Deposited in a chair he reaches for the nearest mug of unclaimed coffee (or claimed, he doesn't really care) to drag it close and cradle as though it holds all the answers in the universe.

Steve raises an eyebrow because Tony looks exactly like how he feels. He doesn't stop the man from taking his coffee and has to bite back a laugh when Tony looks at it like it's the reason for his existence. He nods to Rhodes and moves to pour himself another cup. Slowly more people stagger in, the team greeting those present and bidding everyone a good morning.

Wanda sits beside Steve once more and presses a kiss to his cheek. Steve smiles warmly at her and pats her knee slightly. She's like a daughter to him and he loves her just like one. He's so glad to see her happy again. Vision seems to have done wonders for her spirits.

Clint and Sam were the last to join them. T'Challa having been called into his Kingly duties would not be joining them this morning. Steve digs into the food, he's hungry and he wants to eat before people start talking. If they start talking.

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