Okay you guys, so thank you so much for the follows and reviews! This chapter is a little..cheesy xD But honestly I think it turned out okay. The next chapter won't be up for a few more days since I want to make the chapters longer. I don't want to end up with like 50 chapters xD Thank you guys again!

Bruce whispered, "Come on, come on Tony. Snap back."
Tony had slipped into unconsciousness, but his body was still shaking. Bruce picked him up and walked to his room. He laid him down on the bed, and began pacing. Sighing he looked back at Tony, staring in disbelief. How was it that everyone was oblivious to Tony's condition? A pained grunt snapped Bruce back from his thoughts and he saw Tony give a small tremble. He approached the bed and took off Tony's sweat soaked ripped shirt and went to get another one. He sat him up as best as he could then he noticed the scars on Tony's back. Bruce stared at them, gently tracing them with his finger, examining every single one. Most of them looked like burns, lifted skin, darker than the rest of his skin. Bruce recalled Tony begging for him not hurt him, his pleads of pain. Bruce couldn't believe that the narcissistic ass he had come to know was only part of Tony, perhaps only a cover, to hide his broken person. Bruce tugged the new shirt down around Tony's waist and covered him with some blankets. He went to sit on a small couch in Tony's room, deciding to stay there all night to watch over him.

He was woken up by a bright light when they removed his head cover. A man's voice speaking another language filled the grubby room. His hands were tied behind his back. Looking around he noticed at least 6 men pointing rifles at him, while another recorded them with a video camera. A burning sensation set off the pain receptors in his chest. He still couldn't process what was happening; all he remembered was jumping out of the armored vehicle.

Screams of absolute pain filled the room, grunts, murmuring voices. His head thrashed on the table, his whole body felt like it was on fire. "Noo…" was all he managed to scream. His nose filled with the smell of a strong chemical; chloroform. Gasps ripped from his lungs before everything went black.

Beep. Beep. Beep. Bruce stirred in the couch he sat on. Beep. Beep. Beep. His eyes slid open, pained by the sunlight entering the room. He shut off his watch which flashed a steady 9:00 AM. Memories from the night before flew back at him and he remembered Tony. Groggily standing up he found the man was no longer in bed.

"Jarvis where's Tony?"

"I believe Mr. Stark is in his lab. He did ask me to not let you in though."

"What why?"

"He did not specify, sir."

Bruce, now fully awake, headed towards Tony's lab. The clear lab doors were reinforced with metal sheets making it impossible to look inside. Bruce banged his palm against the doors, "Tony, Tony! Open up!" There was no response.

"Oh yeah you're not the only genius!"

Bruce took out a small tablet and connected it to the keypad. He began typing and JARVIS' voice came through, "Firewalls 1 through 3 breached." Finally the metal sheets and clear sliding doors opened and Bruce walked in. He found Tony slumped in his office chair, with bottle of whiskey in hand.

"Jarvis I told you not to let him in."

"Sorry sir he breached the firewalls."

"Tony we need to talk about yesterday."

"We don't not need to talk about anything."

"Yes we do. I mean, what was that?"

"That was nothing, okay? Just leave me alone."

Tony turned his back to Bruce and took a small pull from the bottle.

"You can't just shut yourself away from the rest of the world Tony."

"Yes. Yes I can. Now watch me do it."

Bruce stepped around behind the mans chair and spun him round in an abrupt about face. His hands planted firmly on either side of the arm rests.
"Listen to me Tony, I just want to help you. Even though it may be hard to believe I think of you as a friend."

"Oh really? You really think that a man with anger issues, that has attempted to take his own life countless times can help me? Oh please."

"I admit I'm pretty screwed up, but unlike me you can be fixed…" Bruce trailed off. A deep sadness practically dripped from his words.
"Fixed? I'm not a machine. People see me and say 'Oh it's Tony Stark. He's rich, smart, he has everything. He's a hero.' I'm not a hero. I don't even come close to being a hero. I'm a spoiled man, get everything I want when I want it and no one has ever been there to tell me no. I'm the direct opposite of Hero. I do what I do because it benefits me. Paints me in an image that only makes my ego swell. I'm a dick... you know just as well as anyone else. I'm the man everyone wants to be ... everyone but me. I'm the worlds number on fuck up."

"You're not a fuck up, you are a dick... granted... and yes your ego is blown well out of proportion but you do those things because you feel good about saving lives instead of being the reason they are taken . We can find a way to help you. So stop trying to sell yourself short."

"Don't you think I've tried everything? The doctors, the meds…everything money can buy!" Tony's voice lifted an decibel or two in volume.

"I don't care how long I have to research, even though you don't want me to I will find a way to help you," Bruce said as he turned his back and walked away from Tony.

"Why do you even care?" Tony called out as Bruce breached the doors.

Bruce paused, head turning slightly to speak over his shoulder, "Because you're my only friend." In the lingering silence that seemed to follow... Bruce left Tony to his thoughts.

Alright, so some updates have been made to this chapter and the previous one. I noticed I had a lot of grammatical mistake so my friend edited it for me. I'd like to thank her! Thank you Crow! Love you. 3

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