Okay. Breathe. It's easier when he's drunk. He doesn't need a game plan then. He doesn't have to spend his time kissing when he wants to shove his hands into Captain America's pants. He might be complicated. His mind might move in mysterious ways, but in the end, Tony is just a man.

Just a man that needs what all men need.

Someone else.

He's on his heels again, stepping back, his arms leaving their high up position around Steve's shoulders. He looks back out over the ocean. He clears his throat.

"What do you want?"

Countless hours drawing him. Comforting him. Sharing moments like fire walks and glass pathways with him. They have a history. Tony wants to tear his hair out about it sometimes. But he's so alone, even with Steve Rogers so close to him.

He makes Tony realize how lonely he is.