AN: This is going to get fluffy and most likely (really) smutty. Be patient?
My suddenly weak legs forced me to the ground, as my body heaved between sobs. Everything in the lab was smashed—everything from our new project to the many trinkets I had gotten him while away for business. Shards of mugs and mini iron men and awards covered the dirty floor around me. My arms reached up to cover my head, to block out the hell that surrounded me. What the hell had happened? If someone had broken in, Jarvis would have alerted me. If something was wrong, Bruce would have told me.
"Sir?" Jarvis interrupted my confusion.
"What now, Jarvis?" I snapped
"Sir, I am simply worried about you. Have you eaten anything today?"
I put my head back down between my knees and tried breathing again. Once I steadied myself, I finally rose. Purposefully averting my eyes from the ruins of my lab, I sprinted down the stairs and out the door of my tower. Within seconds of leaving the tower, my feet faltered again and my face hit the ground.
"Ungg," something growled as I fell.
"What the he—" The growling grew louder, and I felt the source coming closer. "Br..Bruce?" I sputtered as I attempted standing.
The Other Guy hovered above me, snarling and spitting as he spoke. "Go back inside, Tony. This isn't safe." I hesitated. The last time this happened, my presence seemed to calm him. But then again… the last time it happened, we were making love. "JUST GO, DAMNIT." His yell startled me out of my mid-breakdown fantasy.
Trudging into the now shattered doorframe, I looked at my new watch—6:51.
Nowhere in the den seemed comfortable. Where does one sit when he is waiting for The Other Guy to turn back into his boyfriend?
The couch was cold.
The armchair was hard.
The ottoman was damp.
The floor seemed as comfortable as any, so I settled myself cross-legged next to the door.