“He didn’t - he didn’t hurt me. Not - he didn’t touch me. I don’t think.” Steve hadn’t touched him aside from a few dispassionate kisses in weeks. Months. Two months. “He - we’ve been fighting.”Steve let out a heavy sigh. “Trying to keep you at a distance. He knew you’d realize what was going on if he let you get too close.” His arms held Tony tight against his chest. “I’ve been trying to get back to you. I promise you, I came as soon as I could.”“Was he-” Tony pulled back a little so he could look at Steve’s face. “Was he the one who filed for a divorce?”“What?” Steve’s eyes were wide, and shocked. “No. Tony, that wasn't me. I would never-”“I should have known.” Looking back the change had been sudden, inexplicable, and completely unanticipated. “You - he just - withdrew. I didn’t know what was wrong and then he told me he was leaving. The papers -” Tony laughed, tired and breathless. “I’ve been stalling signing them. Hoping he’d change his mind.”“Throw them away. Shred them. Burn them.” Steve pressed their foreheads together. “It wasn’t me. He was just trying to keep you off your feet.”Tony turned his head to look at the Skrull, currently facedown on the ground as Natasha snapped cuffs on his - her? their? - wrists. It had dropped the image of Steve and was now a seven-foot tall alien with green skin. His life, honestly. “I should have known. You weren’t acting right. But he threw me. It happened so suddenly and he didn’t want to see me or talk to me so we couldn’t even talk it out.”