Alright guys. So this is the last chapter for my Nightmare story.. Sorry if it seems kind of just... ended. I'm sorry. I thought of new ideas for new chapters and I felt I needed this to end. So my apologies if it just seems to end...

Final Chapter

Bruce sat at the island in the kitchen with a cup of tea in hand, watching Tony make an omelet for him. He sighed tiredly running a hand through his hair and held onto his mug, Sure he slept for two or three days, but it seemed as though that wasn't enough. As he closed his eyes, supporting his head with his hand, he couldn't help but recall the lab table and the feeling of the IV in his arm. Bruce winced a little, laying on the table, feeling helpless and knowing that Tony was in trouble. The thoughts of Ross having samples of his blood, along with the scientists that he hired. He bit his lip flinching again at the thoughts. He felt his stomach churn, he started to feel queasy. Bruce remembered the feeling of being scared, alone, helpless, not knowing if any one would help him. He remembered the gloved hands inserting IVs and drawing blood, so much blood. He groaned softly with his eyes still closed, and the feeling of bile rising to his throat. In the midst of his thoughts and memories, Bruce felt a hand on his shoulder, quickly swatting it away and jerking back, knocking his mug off the island and shattering on the floor. "Hey, Bruce, it's okay. It's me, Tony," Tony looked down at Bruce as he caught him by his upper arm so he didn't fall. Bruce opened his eyes and blinked a few times to clear his eyes, I'm sorry babe. Just, still a little, edgy I guess," Bruce looked up into Tony's eyes still slightly panicked. "It's alright Bruce. You're safe. No one's going to hurt you again. Ever," Tony pulled Bruce into a hug and sighed quietly feeling him nuzzle into his chest, taking a few deep breaths.

Bruce had stayed in his room the rest of the day, fidgeting and remembering. He couldn't get the memories out of his mind, they couldn't be erased. Sure it had only been a few hours since then, but still. Bruce curled in under the blanket in the fetal position, holding his knees to his chest. He wasn't sure how long he stayed under there, but he would hear knocks on his door but he would ignore them not wanting any attention, not wanting to be pitied by anyone. He just wanted to ignore it and hope that it would all just disappear and never return. Isn't that what I do best though, Bruce thought as he shook slightly under the blankets, run and hide?

Tony stood outside of Bruce's bedroom door and thought about knocking. He didn't, Tony knew that Bruce wouldn't let him in, Bruce wouldn't let anyone in, and it broke his heart. He rested his head against the door and mumbles quietly, "Please, Bruce. We just want to help. I just want to make everything okay." Tony squeezed his eyes shut and just tried willing Bruce to get up and open the door, but no such thing happened. He leaned against the door and sat on the floor in front of it, just waiting for Bruce. He would wait forever if he had too.

He wasn't sure how long he had leaning against Bruce's door, but he jumped a little feeling a light touch on his shoulder. He looked up and saw Natasha staring down at him, "Tony just. Go in and talk to him. He's been in there almost two days now." "I know, but I just feel like I should go in when he lets me," Tony glances at the floor then back up at her. Natasha knelt on the floor in front of him and gently cupped his face in her hands, "He needs you know more than ever Tony, please, I know it may seem like he doesn't want anyone, but this is a cry for help." Tony nodded a little, he understood what it was like, silently crying out for help. Natasha gently kissed his forehead, and gave a sad smile, "Tony, go save Bruce. Bring Bruce back," she stood and offered a hand to Tony, and he took it standing up, "Thanks for the kick in the ass Nat. I needed it," Tony rubbed at the back of his neck staring at the floor then looking up at her. She smiled a little and winked at him, "Ever need your ass kicked again come find me. " She waved a little and started walking away to give Tony and Bruce privacy.

Bruce stayed curled under the blankets and flinched hearing the door open and mumbled, "Go away." Tony snorted a little and kicked his shoes off before climbing under the blankets with Bruce, "I am not going away Bruce." Tony stared at him seriously, and Bruce narrowed his eyes a little staring back. "Bruce, please. You need to come out. SHIELD's been harassing me for about a day and a half now. They need your statement. Plus, you hiding in your room is not healthy for you," Tony scooted closer to Bruce and gently runs his fingers through Bruce's hair. Bruce closed his eyes and shakes his head slowly, "Tony I can't. I just, I can't." Bruce open's his eyes quickly and looking into Tony's dark brown eyes, "Every time I close my eyes, I'm brought back there. Every time I sleep, someone touches me, it brings me back," Bruce tells him, his voice a little shaky from fear. Tony frowned a little and gently ran his fingers through Bruce's curly hair, "I'm sorry babe, if I could take it all back from you I would. If I could make you forget, I would; but you can't keep yourself locked in here. It's unhealthy, and we're all worried about you. Mostly me, but Natasha, Clint and Steve worrying sick about you, and not to be an ass, but it's driving me insane." Tony kept gently running his fingers through the short brown hair and frowned a little staring into Bruce's pain filled eyes. "Please. Take a shower and come back to us Bruce. We miss you. This isn't the Bruce I fell in love with. I want my Brucey back," he kept staring into Bruce's eyes and gently kissed Bruce's forehead, pulling him tight against himself. Bruce gave in and wrapped his arms around Tony and quietly sobbed into the man's chest. He didn't physically hurt, but mentally, and emotionally, he couldn't help but think that he was never going to be able to get over this, there was no way that he'd be able to erase those thoughts, those memories. What happened to him and Tony. Bruce was never going to forgive Ross, and he felt bad for the man if they ever ran into each other in a dark alley.

Tony gently pulled Bruce's face from his chest and looked down at him, gently wiping the tears from his eyes, "You alright babe?" Bruce just nodded. Tony gave a small, sad smile, he hated seeing his Bruce like this, it broke his heart, "So, here's what is gonna happen. You're gonna get out of bed, take a shower and meet me in the kitchen. I'm going to make you something to eat, considering you haven't in almost two days. Then if you're feeling up to it, I'll take you over to SHIELD HQ for your statement, but if you're not ready, I will gladly call them and tell them to screw off." Tony looked down at he lover and gave him a grin hoping it'd catch. Bruce gave a small smile up at Tony. Tony did a little mental victory dance, and pressed a kiss to his forehead.

It had been almost three-weeks since they brought Bruce back, it had been three weeks and Bruce still was wasn't his Brucey-self. Tony frowned a little every time he touched Bruce and he flinched. SHIELD requested that Bruce went and got some counseling for the situation, Bruce just told Director Fury it was a bad idea. He didn't want to dig up any skeletons from his closet, and told him that he would handle it on his own. Tony frowned at how quiet he was all the time for the past three weeks. Bruce had always been quiet, just more so now.

Tony had it. Clint, Natasha, Steve and himself, have done just about everything and anything to make Bruce smile and happy again and it just wasn't happening. When Bruce and Tony were working in the lab one afternoon, working on upgrades to team members armor and weapons, Tony decided to lock himself and Bruce in the lab together. Bruce stood up from his desk and stretched a little, "I'm gonna go grab something to eat. Want anything?" "No you're not," Tony answered his goggled eyes never leaving what he was working on. Bruce turned and raised an eyebrow, "Oh and why is that?" "Because I said you're not," Tony set down what he was working on and took his goggles off and stared at Bruce, "Bruce, I haven't seen a genuine smile from you in a very long time, and honestly it's driving me crazy. I feel like I'm working with Oscar the Grouch from Sesame Street." "Hey, I hardly think I'm th-," Bruce started and crossed his arms over his chest starring Tony down. Tony stood up straight and stood in front of Bruce interrupting him, "You're the Grouch and it's driving me bat shit. I know it hasn't been that long since Ross took you and I know that everyone here has their own problems, but honesty you're kind of being a downer" Bruce bit his lip and stared at his feet not sure what to say, he shuffled a bit in his spot. Tony continued, "I'm not saying this to be mean to you Bruce. I'm just trying to make you realize what's going on. We miss you, we miss the old Bruce. I miss the Bruce I fell in love with. I miss the Bruce I could harass in the lab and not honestly feel bad about it." He gently reached up and caressed the side of Bruce's face and frowned as he flinched a little, but accepting the contact. "I'm sorry Bruce, but I miss you," Tony searched Bruce's face for a positive reaction. Bruce lifted his eyes and met Tony's, "I'm sorry. I'm so sorry I've been like this," Bruce chewed his lip a little and his eyes never left Tony's, "I'm just used to keep things to myself and not so used to having others to listen." Tony gently rubbed Bruce's cheek with his thumb and gave a small smile, "Just know this, you have me, and a bunch of other friends around here that are willing to listen, and that do give a damn about you."

It took a while till Bruce was back to well, Bruce. He still didn't seek counseling like Fury told him too, but he went to the people he could count on, his team mates. Bruce mostly talked to Tony, being his significant other. Every once in a while, Bruce would wake up from nightmares of when he was taken, nightmares when Tony needed him most. But all wounds need time to heal.

So, I love you guys, honestly I do. New Stanner fics are in the making.. please review although my ending sucked.