Anthony Edward Stark

There was rubble in his hair and blood on his lips but Tony still lifted a hand to the back of Steve's neck before the blond pulled himself up and away from his reach. Somewhere under that uniform was his name, the whole reason that Steve was even here.

But he'd been denied. There wasn't any particular reason to harp on the past and certainly no reason at all to think of anything but the woman who had shared his bed and was...

She'd died. Ten minutes ago now. And all because he hadn't given this guy some attention thirteen years before?

He should stay down. He could barely move. But tony wasn't a slacker. He needed to see this through.