Warning: Yaoi/boy-on-boy
Pairings: Tony StarkXSteve Rogers, ClintXNatasha, ThorXLoki, BruceXPepper
Story: It was an accident. And no one seemed to believe him.
Disclaimer: All Characters (c) Marvel

It was an accident.

Tony had tried to tell the team that a thousand times, it had been an accident. But the others had seen the self-destructive path the resident genius had been on, they had seen the signs. So they chose not to believe him. Even if, for once, he was telling the truth.

"Tony?"

The voice was quiet, questioning, terrified. It was Steve. He had wandered down to the lab, where Tony had locked himself for the past two months. He refused to leave, he ate there, worked there... rarely slept there. He had made JARVIS lock the door to all outsiders, but it seemed in the two months time Bruce had finally managed to hack his system.

"So, they sent you down here?"

His voice was gruff, unused. He didn't bother turning away from his work, adjusting the suits legs again. It would have been perfect... It would have meant he could fly however, whenever he wanted. The legs would have been able to mold to his legs, under his clothes.

"Tony, you're not well. You need to let the doctor's look at you... you need to let a therapist look at you."

"For the last time, I didn't do this!"

It was supposed to come out low and hostile. Instead, it came out exhausted, tired, pleading, loud. The tears he had been forcing himself not to shed were brimming once again.

"I didn't destroy my house! I didn't set the fire! I didn't cause the explosion!" Tony spun around in his modified chair. "I didn't destroy my only chance at ever flying again!"

And he was crying now and Steve was rushing forward, pulling him into a gentle embrace. Steve pulled him to the ground, settling the man in his lap as Tony cried, sobbed, screamed into his shoulder. The Captain had known it was bad, he had seen how depressed Tony was, had seen how he could go from crying his eyes out to laughing with everyone, and it would all be genuine. But he had also seen Tony plead for the mall to believe him.

And like the first time, he had ignored him.

"I'm sorry, Tony, I'm sorry. I believe you, I promise. I believe you, I'm sorry," Steve was whispering in the once Ironman's ear, rubbing his back, holding him as close as he could get the man. This was so wrong...

"I... I can't..." Tony gasped as he tried to regain his breath. "I can't do this..." The tears kept falling, no matter how Tony tried to control them.

"Yes, you can. You can do anything, Tony Stark," Steve whispered, placing a gentle kiss on the top of Tony's head, where the hair was greasy and the skin damp. "And I'll be right here with you, I won't leave you. And I refuse to let you leave. I have loved you since the moment I laid eyes on you, Tony, and I'm not going to let someone else I love leave me."

Tony nodded into his shoulder, still shaking with tears. "I love you, Steve. I love you, I love you, I love you, God, I love you! Don't ever leave me! Please don't!"

Steve sighed quietly. He stood, holding Tony with ease. He placed one arm around Tony's waist, and the other under the stubs that jutted out of Tony's hips, the stubs that had once been legs. He turned the light off in the lab with a simple, "Thank you, JARVIS," and began his journey back upstairs to the very top of the Avengers Tower.

"Steve?" Tony asked slowly, scared of the answer.

"I'm here, Tony."

The voice was to the right and Tony was immediately pushing himself towards that wonderful voice and soon found himself engulfed in those strong, perfect, amazing arms and this was perfect except for the fact it had taken the loss of Tony's legs to get him here.

"I love you, Steve. I love you."

"I know, Tony, I love you, too."

And it took them an hour, because Tony hadn't had a shower in two weeks, but Tony was clean after a soothing bath, his back curled up against Steve's chest the whole time. And Steve was helping Tony pull on a modified pair of pants, buttoning the ends of them.

Finally, Steve rolled over that ghastly thing that the team had bought for him two months ago, but it looked so much nicer now. Natasha had put in two secret guns on the left and right side. Behind it were throwing knives, courtesy of Clint. The voice recognition and mini JARVIS must have been from Bruce, because who else would JARVIS allow to mess with him? The shining wheels were glowing more than slightly, and was it hovering above the ground? Thor. The paint, though. The colors stood out more than anything. Purple, green, black, silver, red, blue. Their colors.

Yes, the wheelchair looked absolutely perfect right then.

Steve lifted him into it, gently and softly, like a true gentleman. And Tony let Steve guide the chair out of the room, around the corner, into the living room.

The room went silent. But a cozy silent, like the relief and 'Thank God' and the perfect happiness were right there on the tip of his tongue. And when Steve squeezed his shoulder, Tony gave a watery smile and that was it.

"Man of Iron!" Thor all but sobbed, rushing forward only to be stopped by Steve, told "Gentle!" Thor's hug was softer than it would have been, and it was soon joined by Clint, who was crying.

"Crocodile," Tony hissed, smiling as Clint winked at him.

"Sensitivity will get me laid," the archer hissed back with a smile.

Tony laughed softly as he was placed back in his chair. Bruce was on him, checking his pulse and shining a light into his eyes, opening his mouth, pressing on his stubs of once-legs. Natasha brushed what might have been a tear from her eye before she strode forward and placed a gentle kiss on Tony's cheek, whispering, "Bastard," at the same time.

"I'm sorry, everyone..." Tony murmured, looking down before Steve place a hand in his and then he had the strength to meet everyone's eyes. "I just... you all didn't believe me when I said it was an accident. And I can't fly now, I can never fly again. It was just a bit too much."

"We know," Steve told him, stroking the top of his hand. "We understand. But we also wish you wouldn't scare us so much. Tony, we almost lost you with that fire, we didn't want to lose you again."

"You won't," Tony assured.

"Tony, about you never flying again..." Bruce was thinking. "Have you even thought about prosthetics? I know it's not your forte, but you could modify them to create Ironman legs for yourself."

"Well..." Tony muttered, thinking. "I did think about it. I just... there's a lot that goes into creating something as complex as legs, especially legs that respond to me, my thoughts. The suit is one thing, actual legs? I'm not sure..."

"Come on, Stark! You're a genius!" Clint whined. "Besides, I don't wanna be the only guy with no superpowers!"

"Hey!" Natasha protested.

"I said guy!" Clint quickly said, holding up his hands in surrender.

Tony rolled his eyes, smiling slightly. "It would take a long time... I don't know exactly how long, mind you. I don't even know if it's possible..."

"But it's worth a try," Steve murmured, leaning in and resting his forehead on Tony's shoulder. "It's more than worth a try."

"Tasha, I hope for your sake you're not actually taping this," Tony hissed, glaring at the heavily pregnant assassin. She just grinned her feral grin and pointed to the blinking red button. Tony just sighed and rolled his eyes before he turned back to Steve.

"I'm right here," the super soldier murmured, stepping away only slightly, just in front of his lover, holding his arms out in case Tony decided to fall.

"I know," the genius whispered, smiling contentedly.

"Okay! Let's get this show on the road!" Clint grinned with a whoop.

And then Tony process of learning to walk again began. One step, right foot. Two steps, left foot. Three steps, right foot. Four steps, left foot. The metallic red and gold legs were a bit slow to respond, but as he walked, they began to listen faster. It had taken two years, two long years of testing and testing and finally here he was, walking.

Steve was grinning widely, and Pepper was holding tightly to Bruce, wiping a tear from her eye. Natasha was taking all of it, silently hoping her friend would fall so she would be able to lord the video over him. Clint and Thor were just cheering him on loudly, arms linked around each other comradely.

"I feel like I'm a year old again," Tony muttered, turning his eyes up to Steve as he took his slow steps forward.

"I know for a fact you aren't," Steve leered. God, Tony loved how Steve had become a beast after their second time. Sex wasn't just sex, it was a masterpiece with Steve.

Tony chuckled before, finally, his footing slipped and he fell forward into Steve's waiting arms. he looked up at the man he so loved and grinned, reaching up and placing a gentle kiss on his lips. "I love you, Steve. And thank you."

"I love you, too, Tony," the man murmured, smiling as he wrapped his arms around Tony's waist. They didn't seem to notice that Tony's blasters had kicked in, lifting him off the floor just enough to be level with Steve's lips. Natasha and Pepper cooed as the two kissed happily.

"Well, you walked across the room," Steve murmured. "Think you can make it down the altar next?"

Tony's eyes widening, his blasters kicking off as he slammed back down. His jaw was slack as Steve's arms loosened and fell away, the man getting down on one knee. "Tony Stark. I love you more than I have ever loved anyone. I have watched you struggle through this battle. And a year ago I made a decision. The minute you could walk, the second you took those steps, I would ask you this."

Natasha was intently staring at the camera, grinning widely as she got it all. Thor was whimpering with happy tears, holding onto Clint tightly. Pepper and Bruce were holding hands, Pepper absentmindedly running her fingers over her own wedding ring.

"Will you marry m-"

"Yes!" Tony cried, launching himself forward to tackle his... his... his fiancé. He scrambled to put the beautiful red ruby onto his left ring finger, grinning without even realizing it. As soon as it was on his finger, his lips were on Steve's and somehow refused to leave. "Yes! Yes! Yes!"

Steve laughed happily as he sat on the ground with Tony kissing him on his cheeks and neck and where ever he could reach. "Good!"

Congratulations rang out in the room, Pepper rushing forward to hug her former boss when Steve and Tony were able to unhook themselves and stand. Natasha hobbled over to pat Tony's back. Thor was lifting Steve off the ground in a joyous hug. Clint and Bruce were soon tugged forward by their wives, giving their congratulations as well.

"Friends! I have good news as well!" Thor called as everyone calmed down. "I am soon to be a father! Loki is expecting our first child!"

Silence met his announcement before Pepper and Natasha were giggling and asking when they could see him. Steve and Clint looked confused before Tony and Bruce explained that Loki already had three children, all three which he had given birth to. It was a normal thing for the Norse God's, especially Loki.

"I'm so happy for you, Thor," Tony murmured, happily taking Steve's hand in his own.

"Seems like our futures are full of good news," Steve said, looking over at his fiancé. Yes. Life was going to be just fine.

TBC?

A/N: Yes. I made Loki pregnant. And next chapter, you will meet the god-child. A little extra that I just have to write!

And I know I should be working on Baby, but I'm just so into writing one-shots right now! And I do love Hurt!Broken!Whimpy!Tony... can't help it, just too adorable not to.

So, I was wondering... Anyone wanna draw Tony's pimped out wheelchair? Cause it would be kickass. And whoever does, gets their own story! Cause I'm an awesome person who really wants to write right now.

And yes, I do support BruceXPepper. I think they would be cute together.