WARNING: This fic contains torture, violence and a series of other dark subjects that may be a trigger warning. Please, if you have an issues about these, don't read. Thanks.
Steve's mouth was dry.
He found footsteps pacing through the corridors heavily, unbelieving and desperate. He tried to keep a straight face, but he knew that had disappeared some time ago. The corners of his eyes ran wet, and within seconds he was standing there, looking at him.
The name resonated from his lips. He'd spoken it a lot the passed few weeks; but only now was it to the actual person.
But he didn't respond.
He just stood, blankly – looking out from the penthouse of Stark Tower with his hands buried deep in is pockets. The super soldier stepped in, slowly, almost cautiously as he swallowed the lump in his throat – saving it for later.
He repeated more stern this time, louder, coaxing the billionaire to turn. But he just stood there with the same blank expression. Empty.
Steve turned; pacing through a few minor strides as his hand reached towards the shoulder, gently gripping it and shifting Tony to look at him.
And he did.
But he didn't.
His gaze was set on him, directly into his own vivid blue eyes but Tony stared almost through him. Like he was a million miles away but here.
Steve's expression softened. The kind of painful, dragging feeling that you experience when you look at something truly tragic. And he felt his heartstrings pull, Steve felt sick somewhere in his stomach.
"Tony, you're with me now." He said, forcing a weak and trembling smile. "You're not there anymore. It's okay. Can you talk to me?" But there was nothing, he just looked at him, stared with not a movement on his scratched face. "Tony," He repeated under his breath. "What did they do to you?"
And Tony's eyes finally blinked, the corners of his mouth twitched before the quietest of voices fell from his lips.