Yay! I finished another chapter in under a month! *sniffs* I'm so proud of myself..

Steve: We're proud of you. *hugs*

Tony: I could care less.

Me: Shut up or I throw you to Loki. He's in some sort of.. Frost Giant heat thing.

Tony: Shutting up.

As with my last chapter, stony-crazed, if you don't like this one, message me with what you want and I'll be happy to write another one. Also. No sex in this one.

Tony: Devil woman!

~.*Dedicated to stony-crazed*.~

Daddy Issues

Tony flung his work to the ground, all the papers flying. He couldn't take it anymore! His partners for Stark Industries just wanted him to build bigger, better weapons. Things he just did NOT want to make anymore.. He was done building weapons after his experience in Afghanistan.. he didn't want his work to be the reason for people's deaths. Not again.

Tony looked at the floor of the kitchen on the floor he shared with his boyfriend of a year and a half now. Papers were spread out everywhere. He should.. probably clean them up.. or he could drink. Tony decided on option two.

Steve got back from the art classes he was taking at a local college, seeing the papers clearly from Stark Industries scattered everywhere on the floor. There was a half-empty bottle of scotch on the counter and the blonde was fairly certain he knew where the other half went.

"Steve!" A more than tipsy Tony smiled at Steve, kneeling over the back of the couch. "You're home!"

Steve frowned lightly, setting his bag down by the elevator. "Tony.. is something wrong?"

Tony shook his head furiously. "Nu-uh.. People are stupid.. " He gave a childish pout now, looking at Steve. "Stupid people.. "

Steve just shook his head. He moved to the couch, picking Tony up in his arms and bringing him to the bathroom. He started a cold bath, stripping the genius down. This wasn't the first time he'd had to bathe Tony after he'd gotten drunk and childish.

Tony sat in the tub, Steve kneeling beside it with his sleeves rolled up as he rubbed shampoo into his hair. "You're so nice, Steve.. " Tony said softly, playing with a few bubbles in front of him. "Nicer than he ever was.. "

"Nicer than who was?" Steve's fingers were gentle, massaging his scalp.

"My father.. " Tony lightly splashed at the water. "He always ignored me.. He used to give me alcohol when I was a kid to shut me up.. " He wiped his eyes with the heel of his palm. "Never said he was proud of me."

Steve just smiled softly. He gently took Tony's chin, bringing his head around. "I'm proud of you.. " he whispered. "I'm so proud of you, Tony Stark.. " He gently kissed his lips. Tony couldn't help the tears that slipped down his cheeks. Steve was proud of him..

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"I'm proud of you, Tony.. " The day he stopped drinking. He put down the bottle so he'd never hurt Steve or anyone else again.

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"I'm proud of you, Tony.. " The day Tony had said yes in front of a priest and all their friends and became Steve's husband.

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"I'm so proud of you, Tony.. " The day Tony held his and Steve's son in the hospital.

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The days, weeks.. Everything passed. But one thing was sure in Tony's mind as he closed his eyes and took his final breath. Steve was proud of him..

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Yay! Done! Short, I know. Sorry.