“We’re friends. I’m allowed to care about you.”
“It will be fine,” Tony said dismissively.
Steve stuck his hands in his pockets, irritated with his uniform for reasons he couldn’t determine. Tony was a big boy, he could take care of himself. Except. “I have a bad feeling.”
Tony snorted. “If I stopped what I was doing based on your bad feelings, Cap, I’d never get anywhere.”
Steve resisted the childish urge to stick his tongue out. Tony engendered those kinds of emotions. He sighed and rubbed a hand across his eyes. When he pulled his fingers away, Tony was watching him intently. Steve felt uncomfortable under the look and shifted a little. “Just be careful.”
“Sure,” Tony said, affably. “I have people watching my back.”
“Just not me,” Steve said, under his breath. The look on Tony’s face said that he had heard it anyway. Surprised when Tony pulled him into a hug, Steve allowed him a moment of comfort and squeezed.
All too soon, Tony was walking across the tarmac, Rhodey hot on his heels and Steve watched them go. At the last moment, Tony turned back and tossed him a salute. Steve returned it slowly, the smile dropping off of his face as soon as Tony had disappeared inside the aeroplane.
He still had a bad feeling.