Summary: Tony and Steve used to have sex sometimes, no strings attached. Steve was okay with that, really. But now he's Commander Rogers, Tony doesn't remember the war that tore them apart, and oh, he's also accused of committing a murder. Steve's supposed to keep an eye on him, but being in close quarters with Tony once again proves more difficult than he imagined.
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Notes: LISTENNNN I’m always, always on the lookout for angsty one-shots that milk the angst for everything it’s worth and then it all ends well... that is the kind of content that gives me life. And this fic HIT ALL THE SPOTS. Oh my god. The sadness, the horniness, the hurt, the alternate universes meeting, the eventual effort at communication... agh. Please. Someone hold me.