The news took Steve completely by surprise. He'd figured after his counterpart had broken in and nearly killed the bastard (dammit, why couldn't he have finished the job?), that security on Temujin would have been practically impenetrable.
He didn't like the idea of lying to Anya, not at all. And a lie by omission was still a lie. But he also knew exactly what Anya would want to do. His thoughts matched Stark's completely. He didn't like it. Not at all. But in the past two years, he'd done plenty he hadn't liked, but which had been pragmatically necessary.
It only kept him up most nights, even with the therapy and pills.
The sound of metal scraping against metal altered him to the fact that he'd been clenching his fist, hard enough that even the pseudoflesh covering hadn't been enough to mask it.
"If he comes anywhere near her, Sir," he said, his own voice tinged with a coldness that would have probably scared the hell of out of Charlie, "he's not walking away."
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