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Steve gasped sharply. He’d just walked into the penthouse after being gone for three weeks on a mission. He was banged up, bruised, sore, tired, and starving but Tony had accosted him as soon as he’d stepped off the elevator and Steve didn’t feel like stopping him.
Tont had been panicked for days, waiting for Steve to come home. “I thought I’d lost you.” He finally said as he tried not to cry. “You went iff radar and I couldn’t find you and…” He cut off, leaning to bury his face in Steve’s neck. “I was so worried, Steve…” He whispered.
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