Absolution (слэш)

Tony Stark is left with the debris of what happened in Washington. The Shield agents left in the dust, can't be left floundering and his other super friends, aren't helping!
Not to mention his other problem, the super soldiers have multiplied.
Exerpt: In the beginning Tony was sure he needed help with the huge task of saving as many agents from SHIELD. He’ll never know though. If the people who died would’ve been alive if Rogers, Romanov and that stranger started helping the moment they got out of DC.
It’s now a good two months later. Things have died down, some agents are back on their feet, SI production has started up again, Tony has had the time to sleep for more than 20 minutes and to wonder: why the hell didn’t they call me?
(Not yet rated, y'all)
Also if you read the description and the multiple tags, surprise, surprise, this an anti Steve motherfucking Rogers fic. (I'm sorry, I can't call him anything else, it's not in my vocabulary.)
He sucks, I hate him. Tony is not a saint, but at least he doesn't act like one. I don't like any sanctimonious dicks who think their shit don't stink. It's my opinion, it's also my fanfiction. Don't like? Don't readdddd!!