Those stupid hazel eyes, coupled with that stupid smirk that never leaves his face. The stupid lip ring that he bites all the time and the stupid tattoos all over his body. The stupid way he always winks at me, knowing it makes my heart flutter. Stupid...

A secret love. A forbidden love. A one night stand that should have never been just one night. All wasted. All gone. All ripped out of Tony Stark's grasp just when he thought the war was over. When it all should have gone back to the way it was before. The way it was supposed to be all along. It wasn't worth it. "All you had to do was take off the mask..." Major character death.

He was Tony Stark. Mouthing off was as natural as breathing. So when there wasn't as much chatter as normal coming through the com in his cowl, Steve felt rather justified to worry. Except. Well… He wasn't exactly worrying. It was a lot more akin to panic.

For the first few days he counted everything. How many steps it took up the stairs. How many rings of his phone before it rolled to voice mail. How many times his mother called to make sure it was okay. How many times he looked over to John's side of the bed and immediately wanted to crawl in a hole and die. He counted everything. Major character death.

He's circling me and if it were anyone but him, I might be intimidated, scared even. But it's him. It's Dean and I trust him with my life. I have for a while now. He knows it and I know it. I love him. There isn't a doubt in my mind just how much.

Set back in the Vietnam war, Punk and John, who have already battled enough for being gay in such a conservative time, face their toughest challenge yet when John has to leave for his deployment. *Major character death*