Tony was soon putting up a fuss in the hospital. In truth he had a fear of hospitals but he'd never admit that. Although he had a privet room it was still noisey and cold. The bed was also small and uncomfortable. The food was also foul. What were the hospitals spending his money on when he gave it too them after his charity events. Soon Tony was allowed to go home. "Thank God," he sighed when the docters told him.
"But a docter will be comming to your house everyother day to check up on you as well as a therapist," the docter said and Tony glared at him.
"No," Tony said.
"I'm sorry Mr Stark but it is not up for disgussion," the docter replied frowning at Tony.
"NO! NO! NO!" Tony shouted ripping the IV out of his hand in the process and causing his heart moniter to go into over drive.
"MR STARK CALM DOWN!" the docter shouted.
"NO!" Tony screamed and convulsed on the bed and screamed in agony and angwish.
"TONY!" Steve cried as he walked into the room.
"Steve," Tony cried which caused Steve to run forward and pull Tony into a hug. "They think I'm mad Steve," Tony whispered.
"Well after a tantrom like that I'm not supprised." Steve said.
"No I mean they think I'm crazy," Tony amended. Steve's brow furrowed in confusion.
"Why would they think that Tony?" Steve asked gentely.
"They want me to see a shrink," Tony replied.
"I don't understand that term," Steve sighed.
"We would like Mr Stark to see a theropist," the docter replied.
"Why?" Steve asked.
"His mind is unstable at presant and we would like him to see a theropist so that he does not try and do what he did again." The docter replied.
"If you make me see the damn theropist I bloody well will!" Tony screamed and tears started to fall down his cheecks. Steve pulled Tony back into his chest and strocked his back.
"Shhh Tony shh," he soothed. Soon Tony's eyes had closed and he was sleeping peacfully in Steve's arms.

Steve smiled to himself when he realised he was treating Tony like he was a toddler and Tony didn't seem to care. "Right come on Tony bath time," Steve said.
"OK Steve," Tony said as he tried to get up only to have his legs to give out from under him. Stev caught him and swung him onto his hip.
"I think your legs are a bit week at the moment," Steve chuckled and Tony pouted. Steve sat Tony on the closed lid of the hospital toilet in Tony's privet room. "Arms up," Steve said.
"I can undress myself," Tony scowled but lifted his arms non the less.
"I know you can Tony," Steve chuckled as he pulled off Tony's pyjama bottomes and left to room to let Tony do the rest. Five minutes later Steve was getting worried so he knocked on the door. "Tony are you OK?" he asked.
"Help," a voice whimpered. Steve threw the door open to find Tony sprawled out on the floor and blood trickeling down his face.
"Tony what happened?" Steve asked running over to Tony and helping him sit up.
"I stood up to get in the bath and my legs gave out again. My head skimmed the bath," Tony replied. Steve pulled Tony to his chest and lifted him up and placed him carefully in the bath. Luckly the bubbles Steve had put in covered anything Tony would not want on show. Steve gently cleaned the small cut on Tony's head and kissed it after. Tony looked at Steve and smiled. Steve smiled as well and helped Tony bath himself. Steve draned the water after sitting Tony on the side of the bath. Steve then wrapped Tony up in a towl and dried him off. "I'll be back in a moment," Steve said and left the room. He returned with some clothes for Tony.
"Thank you Steve," Tony said as Steve helped Tony to get dressed.
"It's no problem Tony," Steve smiled and he pulled Tony's t-shirt over Tony's head.
"But you could be doing something so much better then helping me," Tony said. "That's what dad always said," Tony whispered.
"What?" Steve asked shocked at this revelation.
"Nothing," Tony replied quickely and refused to look Steve in the eye.
"Tony look at me," Steve said softly and when Tony didn't Steve did something he ever thought he would ever do when it came to Tony Stark. Or any full grown male for that matter. "Tony baby look at me. I'm not mad look at me baby," Steve whispered and Tony did.
"Mum used to say that to me when I refused to talk to her," Tony whispered and a ghost of a smile crossed his lips. Steve smiled too and put some socks on Tony's feet. He felt Tony stiffen as Steve's finger crossed over the sole and Steve looked up at him with a raised eyebrow. Then he smirked and Tony gulped which caused the former to smirk widley. "Please don't," Tony whispered but Steve ignored him and started to tickled his feet causing Tony to squeal, giggle and laugh all in one which in turn made Steve laugh also. He soon realsied he liked the sound of Tony's laughter and wished to hear it more often. Soon Steve stoped to let Tony breath. "Unfair!" Tony managed to whine whilst trying to glare at Steve.
"Sorry Tony I couldn't resist," Steve chuckled. Tony just pouted and Steve picked him up and sat him on his hip. "So what do you want to do when we get home?" Steve asked as he sat the still pouting Tony on the hospital bed so Steve could help Tony put his shoes on.
"Dunno. Has Peter got his own room yet?" Tony asked as Steve walked over to the hospital door.
"No he's sharing with Clint at the momet," Steve replied as he walked out of the door only to retrun seconds later with a wheelchair.
"Oh hell no," Tony said when he spotted it.
"They wont let me take you unless you're in one," Steve explained and lifeted Tony into it.
"This is so fucking embarrasing," Tony muttered.