Zack: Yeah, my little Bunny Dee asked me to write a story. It ain't done. I guess this is somethin like a prolog or whatever. I ain't much good at writting. So, if I don't continue this, it really could just be read as a uh... Whatcha call em. Drabble?
Warning: Tony/Steve, Mentions Howard/Bucky
Word Count: 527
Disclaimer: Don't own.
Nightmares And Love Stories
"Tony, what the hell do you think you're doing in here? What have I told you about coming into my office? Get out!" Howard Stark was slurring his words quite a bit, a glass of scotch gripped tightly in his left hand.
Tony pushed himself back against the office wall, next to the door, "But Daddy, there's scary people out there! I don't want to go out there!"
A loud clinking sounded throughout the large office as Howard slammed his glass down, "Get the hell out of here you damn brat!"
"No! I don't wan- D-Daddy? Daddy what are you doing? Daddy! DADDY!"
"Daddy!" Tony Stark bolted upright in his seat, beads of sweat trickling down his face, a look of shock and fear apparent in his watery eyes.
"So," came a voice from across the room, "You've finally decided to join us Mr. Stark?"
Tony looked up, his eyes meeting with those of Director Fury, "I... Sorry. Haven't slept in 3 days. Won't happen again."
"Sounds like somebody has daddy issues." mumbled Clint, "Didn't get enough attention when you were little?"
"That's enough!" shouted Director Fury, "Get back to work."
Tony sat and watched as everyone left, his mind still trying to pry itself from his dream. He didn't notice when Captain America came up and sat on the desk in front of him. Not until the other man lightly slapped his cheek.
"You okay Tony?" he asked, his concern evident.
"I... Yeah. I'm fine. Just a little nightmare that's all. Nothing to worry about." Tony smiled.
Steve let out a frustrated sigh, "Tony," he whispered, "You're lying to me. I can tell somethings wrong. Please just tell me. Let me help."
There was silence for a few tense seconds before Tony spoke, "He melted. Just... Nothing left but bones, right there, in front of me. I couldn't do anything. I... I miss him Steve. I hated him so much when he was alive and it's been 15 years since he died and I should be fine now but I'm not. I'm not fine Steve. I keep having different nightmares all involving him, every time I go to sleep. I can't stop them. So I work, I just work, I work and work until I burn out. Just so I don't have them every night. Sometimes he burns, he's shot, or stabbed, or hung, or pushed off a cliff, but every single time, I'm there, watching. I want it to stop Steve. Please... I just..."
Tony was silenced by a slight press of lips to his own, "Tony, you were rambling. But it's okay. I'm here okay? Maybe, if you knew more about your dad then the nightmares would stop."
"Are you sure?" he asked, "And, how would I learn more then I already know?"
Steve smiled, "Ask me anything you want. Howard was a good friend of mine."
Tony sat there, thinking for several minutes, "Everyone says, that back then, dad was happy, not always drunk and not... Aggressive. Was he?"
Steve's smile turned sad then, "He was a good man. But, he changed. When Bucky died. He changed."
"Why?"
"Because, he was in love."
Zack: Review it if you want to, but I could really care less. Dee would probably like to read some reviews though. And you guys should read his story on here. Course, this is his account so the only other story on here is his. And it's cute. So you should read it.
