Tony likes the water. He doesn't like being away from New York, but nothing is getting settled. Banner came to stay for a little while before mentioning something about Africa. And Steve's been working with Pepper on his sketches for the conceptual drawings for Stark Industries. It meant that Tony didn't have to be near Steve too much.

Not with Banner taking up his time and Pepper taking up Steve's.

And that's good because after the disastrous day at the fair in Brooklyn...all bets are off.

Tony's been good. He's suffered nightmares pretty much alone, or just medicated himself half to death until he passed out in his workshop.

It was good for awhile, until Pepper noticed how off Tony was being and immediately packed him --- and Steve -- up for another R & R trip.

"Pepper, I don't--"

"You came back in a great good last time. Steve in a better one. Now both of you, go."

And so, sequestered again with a man he can't keep his eyes off of, Tony drinks himself into oblivion for the first night.

And the second?

The second he's back to a habit he hasn't had in almost a month. He's not even sure why he's there, pressing his face against Steve's shoulder, relaxing--

And then being pulled from sleep by--

"Rogers? Cap?" He blinks over the edge of the bed, reactor illuminating his face. "Sorry."