Steve felt like he was losing it- he did. All he did was sit there, staring blankly ahead. He drank, but it did no good. Steve could never get drunk- it was finally a downside, he supposed.
"Steve."
"Go away, Tony", he grumbled. "I wanna be alone."
"Look, Capsicle, we're all really worried about you", Tony said from the other side of the door, sighing. "Please, just- come out of there so everyone can see that you're okay... Drinking and drowning in self pity is my thing."
"Not today, Tony... Please, just, not today."
"I know what today is, we all do. We'll be here when you're ready."
Steve listened to Tony's fading footsteps, staring blankly head. Why did it have to be him? Why hadn't Steve listened that day? The sound of shattering glass filled the room- Steve's once full cup being nothing but a puddle of alcohol and glass shards. And then he was sobbing, letting out all his frustrations and pent up emotions at once. For a brief moment, he could have sworn he felt the familiar caress of Percy's fingers going through his hair. Felt the little dip in the couch, the familiar weight leaning on his side. But then it was gone, and Steve was once again sure that he was going crazy.
October 24