The Chronicle of Wasted Time (слэш)

Somewhere between laying on the crumbling permafrost in Sokovia and finding himself alone on the cold hard ground of a Siberian bunker, Tony made the choice to stop thinking about the future. He no longer loses sleep over the delicate variables of earth’s existence. He doesn’t dream of a suit of armor around the world.
He does dream of Captain America, from time to time, holding his shield to the base of his throat and pushing. He’s always slow about it and Tony wakes screaming.