"So, Pete, how is dad ?" Steve asked. They were sitting on a bench in Central Park. The sky was bleu, the wind not too strong or cold, and Steve put away his drawings book, pencil and eraser and finished his hot chocolate when Peter had arrived. "Well, you know, he's fine !" Peter answered awkwardly. "Stephen is taking care of him ! They're really happy !" Steve looked down as he heard it. He never wanted to leave Tony. And they had broken up because of a lie. He wanted to cry. Then he realised. "What are you not telling me, kid ?"
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