Another one-shot! Wow, I'm on a roll~
This one is Marvel, and Stony. It's not all that good, but hey.
Sweat drenched, tainted skin.
Tainted by intellect, no shame there.
Tainted by sex, damn how he enjoyed the feel of skin against skin.
Tainted by blood...
Tony awoke, his inner demons startling him in the ominous night calling his name, scratching at the back of his mind – in his voice.
That patriotic, sorrowful voice that betrayed itself with a smile on the owner's face as Tony remembers it so clearly from that dreadful day.
Steven Rogers, the United States' beloved Captain America.
Tony's treasured and beloved Captain America.
He shuddered clinging to himself in what would be an embrace for one in cold sweat as he wished himself to a better place; Away from the Tower, away from the Avengers, away from expectations...
Away from the Civil War.
Tony regretted his actions and he doubted his support for the Pro-Registration Act. Maybe, maybe if he reasoned with him on a level where violence could be kept to a minimum then the whole thing would've been avoided.
His tears fused with sweat, Tony felt alone and unbelievably vulnerable during the night. He tried to talk to the others about it but it was hopeless; Clint and Natasha was no help and Tony felt uncomfortable with asking them about it, Bruce was a doctor and a scientist but no a psychiatrist and Thor... Thor would act clueless and ignorant to the entire thing as he was still a little upset over the Civil War and Steve's death – they had become close friends been anachro-bros.
Breathe. In. Out. Remember what Bruce taught you and Clint. Clear your head.
Stark mumbled to himself, he wasn't even sure if it was aloud or in his head, as his body shook much like the blistering arctic winds attacking relentlessly at a vulnerable, fragile baby penguin without its parents. Highly unlikely, but Tony didn't care.
Regret, trauma, self-hatred and sorrow raced to his mind and even his heart metaphorically, isolating him from the world in the comforting and beckoning cold cloak of Death.
That was until warm hands – very much alive, Tony noted - wrapped round Tony's bare chest and rested on his arc reactor that lit up the dark abyssal room with a dull blue glow.
"Tony?" came a whisper, full of concern and soothing comfort.
The other man rested his chin into the crook of Tony's neck, and on his left shoulder.
"Was it another nightmare?"
Another long silence settled like mist in the room, before Tony twisted round and fully embraced the taller, stockier man sat in front of him, in relief. A calmed smile crept onto Tony's face.
Red faded from under his nails, the sticky and vile texture faded from his fingertips and blood washed from his hands.
"No, well, yes but it's fine now... Everything is okay now."
"I'm glad..."
"I love you" mumbled Tony, his face blushing slightly (it wasn't like he ever got used to saying it).
Everything was okay because Tony's beloved was here, alive.
Steve Rogers, after the assassination and rebirth under the control of the Red Skull, was alive and with Tony Stark once more.
"I hope we can stay like this forever..."
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