Tony being there for his friends.
I don’t know where this came from. I’m so sorry.
"Are you going to tell me it’s not my fault, too," Tony says dully, and abruptly Steve changes tactics.
It’s nearly dusk; the shadows are growing thicker. Here in California the light looks different than it does in New York. But night…
Soooo saad. ;__; Rumikoooo. But this seems to fit really well. Gaaaah.