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Tony felt numb. He stared at the body. It- didn’t make any sense. None of this made any sense. Steve just- forgot their relationship. He just- stopped touching Tony gently, or sneaking kisses, or, any of the little things that had been theirs. And then... then... That fight.
Tony kept wiping his eyes, staring at the body again and again, between swipes. He couldn’t accept this. Something... wasn’t right.
Something was wrong. If this were a fantasy novel or a sci-fi show, this would be the time to spot it was a construct or a clone or-Tony’s brow furrowed, and this time, he leaned in closer. He poked the tip of the ear in the bloody matted blonde hair. Is it him, or is it, kinda pointed? And does the skin have... a greenish tinge?
Alien shape changer? Seems more believable than that Steve is dead. And if this isn’t Steve- “FRIDAY, can you do a trace back of all the places Steve’s tracker has been since- ohhh, Febuary of this year?” This time, when he wiped his eyes, his vision stayed clear. He had a partner to rescue. And a mystery to solve.
He didn't have time for this imposter. His world would keep spinning and he would keep doing and when Steve came back they could figure out who and what was impersonating him.