There's More to Tony Than He'd Like You to Know

by The Lollipop Assassin

A series of stories about Tony and his emotions. Everyone thinks that he is an egotistical man who cares little about anyone who is not himself, but that is not true. The first story is about the Avengers learning that Coulson is still alive and the emotional results that come from this revelation. The second is Steve becoming fed up with Tony's behavior. Chap. 1 has all summaries.

3. He's Alive Ch2

" I can't believe him. He's really crossed the li-" Steve rambled on as he and the team flew to the tower.

" All due respect Captain shut the hell up," Bruce growled. After a long and awkward flight, they arrived at the tower and walked onto the common floor, to see no sign of Tony.

" JARVIS, where is Stark?" Steve asked.

" I am not permitted to share that information with you, Captain Rogers," JARVIS informed him.

" Seriously?" Steve sighed, exasperated. Wordlessly, Clint and Bruce stepped back onto the elevator and went to find Tony. When they found him, he was on one of the restricted floors that only Clint and Bruce were allowed on. He was gripping a table with his back was turned to them, so whether he was shaking because he was crying or having an anxiety attack, they didn't know.

" Tony?" Bruce called out, gingerly. The man in question didn't turn around, but after a long minute, he choked out a response,

" F-four y-ye-ars. H-he's been alive for ALL FOUR YEARS," Tony's grip on the table tightened to the point that blood began to trickle out.

" Tony," Clint tried, this time, slowly approaching the man.

" Leave me alone." He muttered, then thought about it for a second and apologized, " He's irrelevant now."

" Come on Tony, we know you. It's okay to be upset that your now ex-boyfriend isn't really dead. He lied to you. Furry lied to you. You're allowed to feel betrayed," Bruce assured him, throwing a concerned glance at the hands that were steadily tightening on the sharp edge of the glass table, " Tony, calm down. You're hurting your hands." At this, Tony looked down confused as if he didn't know what he was doing and lifted his hands, inspecting them.

" Let's go to the lab. Bruce can fix up your hands." Clint tried, putting his hand on Tony's shoulder, gently guiding him towards the elevator.

" What are you doing?" Tony asked.

" We're your boyfriend and your best friend, it's our jobs to take care of you," Clint assured him as they got on the elevator and began descending down to the lab. When they arrived and stepped off, Bruce stitched and bandaged Tony's relatively shallow, yet still concerning gashes.

" I'm ordering Indian," Bruce announced.

" What about the others?" Tony asked, clutching his head and accepting the pills offered by Bruce for his oncoming headache.

" What about them?"