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He's an arrogant, cocky, stuck up rich-guy who's over the age of when you can justify being spoiled rotten to the core. He's annoying, sarcastic, and inconsiderate. Not to mention narcissistic and nosy. But, despite all that, you can't bring yourself to hate him.
The afternoon sun hadn't felt as hot as it did that day as you rushed to his side when he fell. Scooping him up into your arms, you shouted helplessly, "Tony! Tony, get up! You can't die on me here, pal! You can't! You can't!!!" He lied limp in your arms, armor scratched up badly, arc light flickering out. Tears stung your eyes and you felt like you couldn't move, despite the wave of mutant-alien-like things that were about to crash over you. It was almost too late when you remembered what had happened when Tony had fallen from the portal. Everyone had thought him dead, but he rose to live again. What if he isn't dead now, either? That slim chance, the fraction of the possibility that Tony Stark could still be alive-- Well, let's just say it gave you a surge of confidence, strength, and, most importantly, hope. It had made you lay him down gently on the ground, only to hop up so you could fend off the oncoming adversaries. "I already lost more people I loved than I can count, I'm not losing another, damn it!" You shout, blinking away the tears to clear your vision. You throw punch after punch, kick after kick, use your shield to bash at their skulls, to defend yourself, to defend Tony. Before you know it, it's over. Bodies of the inhuman creatures liter the ground, but you don't care. You're back at Tony's side in an instant, back on your knees. You pull him into your lap, cradling him. Your voice is faint, soft, almost inaudible. "Tony. Tony, please. Tony, get up. I gave up everything for you because I /love/ you now, please, get up... Just get up!" With his mask off, you can see his paled, still face. He looks as if he was in bliss, just as he would when he would sleep. (You were sent in to wake him up many times, most of which you may or may not have stopped to admire him.) It puts out the spark of hope you had, and you doubtfully place a finger under his nose. Just when you're about to pull it away, though, you feel the slightest hint of breath, so you leave the finger there. After a few moments, you feel it again. You'd never cried too much over the deaths or losses of the people you loved, so you didn't expect yourself to break out in tears after falling onto Tony's chest. The only thing you can hear for quite some time is your own sobbing and you don't know how long it's been because it doesn't seem like much time has passed before you hear the quiet croak of Tony's voice, "Cap'?" You pick yourself up a little and look at him. He's looking a little confused, probably as to why you're crying like an idiot, and he doesn't have time to say anything else before you cup a hand over his cheek and lean back down, your lips crashing against Tony's with a muffled sob from you and a cut off attempt at words from Tony. You were so relieved that he was alive, so happy, you just couldn't help yourself. You had to do that, in case he decided to die on you for the third time.