Steve hasn't slept much in the past three days and tonight is no different. He gave it a good try earlier, when the fatigue felt all-consuming and sleep couldn't possibly elude him— or so he'd thought. After half an hour shifting every which way in search of a comfortable position, he dozed off for what felt like just a few minutes, then jolted back to consciousness with his heart pounding in his chest. Steve was frustrated but not surprised. His body seemed to have adopted a policy of aggressive resistance against any and every effort to relax.
He was staring up at the ceiling wondering how to fill the long, quiet hours until sunrise when FRIDAY's voice broke the silence. It wasn't what she said so much as the urgency with which she said it that made Steve bolt out of bed and break into a run as soon as his feet hit the cold tile floor.
Steve slowed only slightly as he approached Tony's workshop, a spark of doubt cutting through the adrenaline for the first time. It was hard not to feel like he was invading Tony's privacy, stepping into this space when Tony wasn't around to grant access— or deny it. But before Steve could hesitate, the door slid open for him. FRIDAY's permission would have to suffice; who was less likely to violate Tony's trust than an AI of his own design?
Most of the workshop was still dark. FRIDAY helpfully illuminates a direct path to a door that Steve would bet money wasn't there before. He is familiar enough with the hallucination stage of sleep deprivation to know that he hasn't reached it yet. Still, reality does take on a distinctly surreal feel when Steve presses his hand to the palm reader and triggers a hidden door opening onto a secret chamber.
He sees the cradle, recognizes it for what it is, but he's stuck on the sight of it, the shape of it. It looks like a casket. Why he'd make that association now, why it would hit him like a punch to the gut, doesn't follow logic. They held memorials for both Tony and Natasha, but neither had a casket. Natasha's body couldn't be recovered, and Tony...
Tony had—
Tony had given Rhodey specific instructions. Steve hadn't pressed for details, but Tony had given Rhodey specific instructions, and they held a memorial without a body, and FRIDAY just led him to a secret chamber in Tony's workshop with a only regeneration cradle inside. It's impossible, and he's out of his mind for even considering it, but a wild wave of hope washes over him and Steve runs up to the cradle so fast that he has to brace two hands against it to absorb his momentum.
From over the edge of the cradle, Tony Stark stares back at him, alive.
"Is this real?" That isn't what Steve meant to say, but it was the loudest thought in his head, and when he opened his mouth to speak it just escaped.
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He was staring up at the ceiling wondering how to fill the long, quiet hours until sunrise when FRIDAY's voice broke the silence. It wasn't what she said so much as the urgency with which she said it that made Steve bolt out of bed and break into a run as soon as his feet hit the cold tile floor.
Steve slowed only slightly as he approached Tony's workshop, a spark of doubt cutting through the adrenaline for the first time. It was hard not to feel like he was invading Tony's privacy, stepping into this space when Tony wasn't around to grant access— or deny it. But before Steve could hesitate, the door slid open for him. FRIDAY's permission would have to suffice; who was less likely to violate Tony's trust than an AI of his own design?
Most of the workshop was still dark. FRIDAY helpfully illuminates a direct path to a door that Steve would bet money wasn't there before. He is familiar enough with the hallucination stage of sleep deprivation to know that he hasn't reached it yet. Still, reality does take on a distinctly surreal feel when Steve presses his hand to the palm reader and triggers a hidden door opening onto a secret chamber.
He sees the cradle, recognizes it for what it is, but he's stuck on the sight of it, the shape of it. It looks like a casket. Why he'd make that association now, why it would hit him like a punch to the gut, doesn't follow logic. They held memorials for both Tony and Natasha, but neither had a casket. Natasha's body couldn't be recovered, and Tony...
Tony had—
Tony had given Rhodey specific instructions. Steve hadn't pressed for details, but Tony had given Rhodey specific instructions, and they held a memorial without a body, and FRIDAY just led him to a secret chamber in Tony's workshop with a only regeneration cradle inside. It's impossible, and he's out of his mind for even considering it, but a wild wave of hope washes over him and Steve runs up to the cradle so fast that he has to brace two hands against it to absorb his momentum.
From over the edge of the cradle, Tony Stark stares back at him, alive.
"Is this real?" That isn't what Steve meant to say, but it was the loudest thought in his head, and when he opened his mouth to speak it just escaped.