So here comes chapter 2, also reworked for spelling, grammar etc. Hope you like it please tell me what you think


Tony drinks way too much, and he knows it. I may not know why, but I hope to find out soon. He means way too much to me for me to just stand there watching and letting him kill himself with the amount of alcohol he drinks daily. I find him lying somewhere so often, unconscious, too drunk to even notice that it's me who carries him to bed, that I can't stop looking at him when he's asleep.

He is even more beautiful when he sleeps. I know I shouldn't think things like that about a man, especially not about Tony Stark. Damn, I've been raised right (well for the time where I've been raised), and I think I know my friend well enough to be able to say that he is probably the straightest man I know. Or even in this world.

Sometimes, after having brought him to his bedroom, I stay up, sitting beside his bed, just watching him and asking myself about the reason why he drinks so much every day. I know he has always been a bit too much of a fan of the alcoholic beverages. But even the other Avengers, who have known him, or just heard of him long before I did, even they are worried about him. Maybe it's because Pepper left him. She found someone new, she said. But that was almost a year ago, he just started drinking that much some months ago, almost right after we had beaten up those Chitauri guys, and Loki. Some days, I fall asleep while I watch over Tony sleeping, or rather lying unconscious in his bed, and I wake up to hearing him cry.

After I tried to ask him what's up with him one time, he forced me out of his room, angry but still crying. So now I just lie or sit there with closed eyes and try to find out why he is crying. It hurts me to hear him cry so hard and that I don't know why.

I think that maybe I could fix him...

But what hurts the most is that he stopped talking to me, we are, or at least we were good friends, but now he just talks to the other Avengers and usually even avoids being in the same room with me. That may hurt me but I can't just stand there, being avoided by him and just watch him drink himself to death.

Yesterday I tried to talk to him again, he was quite drunk as usually, but I thought I might try, because I just had the opportunity to talk to him alone. I asked him what had happened that he is destroying himself like that. He just screamed at me.

„ Why are you bastard so damn hot? Why did I have to fall in love with YOU? That stupid dream is KILLING me! Leave me alone! ….This is MY problem,… I will have to fix myself without the help of some soldier from the forties… You came in my life, you... you just changed everything. I can't stand seeing you die every night. I don't know why it has to be you, why I had to fall for you. But I know one thing: I want it to stop, whatever it is, I don't want it anymore."