Steve ran back to the Tower and dashed off to his room. He collapsed on his bed and sobbed into his pillow. He can't believe what he did. It killed him to walk away from Tony. Steve was enraged with himself for ruining not only with Steve as a friend but at the potential romantic relationship. He was sobbing so hard that he didn't hear Natasha come in the room.

"Steve? You okay?"

"No! I lost him, Nat!"

"What happened?"

"We went to drinks. We started talking, and then he kissed me, Nat."

"Isn't that a good thing."

"I wanted that but, I don't want to lose Tony. I just don't know Nat. I love him, but I can't lose him."

Steve sobbed while he placed his head on her shoulder. She wrapped her arms around him and softly sang to him to soothe his worries. Natasha could only pray that they would try and work it out.

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Bruce went to the bar and sat with Tony. He was halfway drunk and crying his eyes out. Tony sobs tried to explain what happened, stopping to sob every ten seconds or more. Bruce rubbed his back softly while listening.

"Tony, I knew that you like him, but I never knew how much," Bruce said in surprise.

"And n-now, I lost him for-forever!" Tony sobbed loudly as he hit his head on his arms.

"Tony, it's not that bad," Bruce said trying to comfort him.

"Yes, it is! I'm a self-absorbed bastard who doesn't deserve love!" Tony shouted as he threw his glass on the floor and sobbed in despair. "And now, I lost him f-forever!" Tony cried as he banged his forehead against his tear covered arms, folded sloppily on the bar table.

"Tony, I am sure that you both overreacted."

"Howard always knew I would never be happy! Even when I came out, he couldn't be proud of me! I'm gonna die old and alone as he did!"

"Why don't you just talk to Steve. Figure out his side of the story,"

"He hates me. He wants nothing to do with me,"

"Or maybe he is confused and doesn't know how to address what happened,"

"I'm a bastard! Howard hated me! He hates me now. Everyone hates me! I even hate me! What is the fucking point of even trying!"

Bruce sighed softly and hugged his friend tightly. Tony sobbed into his friend's arms heavily while the pain of the world graced his shoulders. All he ever wanted in his whole life was for something to genuinely love him. He never got the love from his father. It even became worse when he came out a bisexual. He still, to this day, has nightmares if that dreaded day. The shattering of glass. The disappointment on his mothers face. The loudly shattering of glass. The callous hand sticking his red tear stained cheek.

"Tony, what's wrong. You're breathing heavily,"

Tony didn't even realize that he was breathing so heavily. He shook his head to rid himself of the memories. With a deep exhale, he took a small sip of his Scotch.

"Sorry. Lost me there for a second."

"Thinking of the past again."

"When am I not. Look, I blew it with him, and I'll never get a second chance."

"Oh, Tony. Come on; I'll take you home for the night."

He wrapped his arms around him giving him a small squeeze. Bruce called his driver and rode with him back to the Tower. Walking with him to his room, he undressed him out of his sock, shoes, and his suit. Tony passed out while Bruce watched over him for several minutes. After two in the morning, Bruce retired to his room, seeing that no nightmares were plaguing his mind.