“Fair enough, now just go home, Stark.” He spoke softly; his tone was gradually getting softer and softer as he tried to calm himself down, as much as Tony was getting him riled up he needed to find that balance to ensure that he didn’t fully lose his temper. Maybe he was over reacting, but he still had a lot to think about.
“In this rain? I’m not going to bother walking back in this, I’ll just wait till it’s over”, he said, noticing the change in Steve’s tone.
“You’re going to get sick, go and find somewhere to stay at least.” He said, sitting down by the fence.
“I can’t go back to school, not like this”, Tony said, pointing out his wet clothes.
“There’s a diner round the corner, it’s not far, just go there or something and dry off or wait for your ride.” He said, leaning back on the metal behind him, shutting his eyes.
“And you’re staying here…why?”, He would lie if he said that he wasn’t hoping for Steve to offer to go somewhere together, but after all this, he wasn’t sure if he would be able to talk to him anymore.
“I’m not cold.” He replied, flicking his hair back again, it was starting to bug him; the fact that it kept falling into his eyes.
“You’re soaking wet you know. You could catch a cold too”, he said, buying him some more time.
“I’m not playing basketball anyway, there’s not much point me going into school to train…” He said, holding up his bandaged hand.
“Then go home, rest and change clothes or something”, Tony said. “How much time will it take to heal anyway? It can’t be that bad”
“Couple of days… It’ll be fine…” He said, “I’ll change later, I’m in no rush.”
“Whatever fits you”, he replied shaking his shoulders. He kept staring in front of him, having no intention to move away.
“Go on then, Stark.” He said, looking up at Tony.
“Now you get to tell to me when I’m supposed to go? I’ll stay here as much as I want to, Rogers”, Tony replied stubbornly, looking back at him too.
“What’s the point of you staying here?” He asked, placing his arms behind his head as he rested on the cold metal.
“To have some company I guess? Look, I’m just… I said a lot of things that I wouldn’t usually say today, so can we just not talk for a few moments?”, he hissed, sitting down himself. The blond nodded and shut his eyes again, leaning his head back as the rain hit his face. It was somewhat relaxing to feel the drops cover him and wash away his problems, just like in the shower. Tony closed his eyes for a minute to enjoy the silence as well as the fact that they weren’t arguing. He wasn’t that cold now, staying under the rain for that long must made his body go numb. He leaned forward, his hands massaging his neck.
After a while Steve opened his eyes again, looking over at Tony before standing up and holding out his hand to him, “Are you coming?” He asked, “If you’re going to insist on following me, you might as well come with me.”
Tony looked up for a moment and then grabbed his hand, standing up. “I guess so. And I’m not following you, I’m just tagging along”, he muttered, pleased with Steve’s actions.
“A tag along without consent is a stalker.” He said, pulling Tony up and then putting his hand back in his pockets, walking along silently.
“You could punch me away if you wanted to. But I don’t think you’re that kind of guy”, Tony said, wrapping his arms around himself and walking by Steve.
“I could’ve punched you a long time ago if I wanted to.” He said, “I don’t condone unnecessary violence.” He said as he walked, keeping his eyes on the road ahead.
“You didn’t, so you weren’t’ really angry with me in the end?” Tony asked in confusion.
“I am angry at you.” He said bluntly, “But I guess you’re just the kind of guy who likes to get a reaction out of people, I’m not used to that.”
“It’s easier for me to judge them if they show me some kind of reaction. Most of the time I don’t give a damn what they think. So the angry status… is it permanent? Or is it going to go away soon?”
Next Chapter: [Chapter 48]