AN: This is my first Avengers Fanfic, so I can't guarantee everything is exactly correct, but I tried? I don't like it all the much, but I don't know how I could make it better at this given moment, and I want to start chapter two... so here is chapter one!

Written for a challenge on the Writing Junkie Forum (wink, wink, nudge, nudge, shove, shove...go check it out.)

Steve lay in bed, staring at the ceiling. He always had a weak spot for Tony, and that weak spot was even sensitivity towards Tony's remarks. Even his drunk remarks. Steve lay in bed, with nothing more than Tony on his mind, was this the end? Steve knew they could make it... they could find a way to fix it, but maybe Tony didn't want things fixed. Tony always loved his alcohol, his women, his parties and his reckless lifestyle

Steve closed his eyes..

The room was filled with neon lights, Tony and Steve were sitting against the bar, in stools right next to each other. The music was blasting, and the bartender had to yell for his customers to hear him.

There was Tony, happy, smiling, and handsome, but doing all the wrong things. Tony was drunk, so drunk that Steve didn't know if Tony could even stand. But Tony didn't need to stand, all the women Tony wanted were already around him, drooling over him, giggling, laughing, practically begging him to touch them. "Oh Tony!" Giggled the tall blonde.

"Tony." Steve spoke softly, "Would you like to go get a room? I'll carry you if you can't walk.. We both know you love looking at girls, but.." Steve's voice was carried off into the music.

"Oh, Stevie." Tony replied. "I do love my women." Tony continued as he watched the same tall blonde start dancing around him. "And you're..." Tony didn't know how to continue that sentence, but Steve knew exactly where he was going with it..

"Okay.." Steve replied as he got up and walked out of the room.

'We were both tired of denying it. We'd been doing it for far too long. And we were both tired of it. I was tired of ignoring his lust for woman, tired of ignoring my own feelings of jealousy, and abandonment. And he was tired of me..' Steve's mind rambled on. 'This is our wall, this is the obstacle. Love isn't love unless you've fought for it... but even if I fight for it... Tony wont pick me unless I have boobs and... Tony.. if you want to salvage this relationship, you're going to have to apologize.' His thoughts paused, for a moment.. 'You said it, I get it. That's it. You want your women.' Steve put on a strong face, not the same mopy sad one he had when first starting his thought process.

Tony walked into the room that Steve had retreated to. When the door opened, The room was blasted with music, and when the door shut, it was only a faint pounding. "Steve." Was all he said, in a drunken slur, as he stumbled into the room.

"No. Don't even start Tony. I know you don't want me. Save me the pain. Let me save myself. You wont ever pick me over your glorious women... I don't.. I don't love you Tony.." The words were spoken as Steve bit his lip, it wasn't true.. would Tony believe him?

"Of course you don't Stevie."

'And now, Tony, now you're gone.. I said it, and now you're gone. I was lying! I was only trying to save myself the pain, I lied... but you've lied too. So can you blame me..?' Steve felt insane, talking to an invisible Tony.. no, talking to the Tony inside his head. As if that would fix anything. 'I know. We're both tired, tired of trying, tired of denying. But this little thing, it's water under the bridge.' …. 'No. you're right.. it is what it is..' Steve's eyed started to fill with tears. "Tony.. is this really the end of us?" he whispered to himself.

Steve sat in his room, on his bed, trying not to cry. "Hum." He sighed, "We weren't ready for this... We thought we'd be happy together. Just you and me, but now look where we are? Why are things so complicated?"