Tony collapsed on his bed, tears building up in his eyes.
The weight was crushing, 3,000 tons of rock pushing him down, down, down. The world was spiraling around him, a sob escaping his throat. Tony couldn't breathe, the weight pushing him down. A scream ripped forth as he threw the rock off.
He shook his head, he was safe.
He collapsed to the ground. His screen flashed red as Friday tried to warn him. Fires burned around him, Tony wheezed, a tremble ripping through his body.
Tony pushed himself forward, stumbling towards the bathroom.
He turned toward the horizon, where explosions danced in the sky.
Tony gasped, biting back a sob. He was trapped. The white tile walls closing in.
"I don't wanna go! Mr. Stark—"
"I'm sorry! God, I'm so sorry." Tony's hit the tile with a hard crack.
"He's my friend."
"So was I."
He couldn't breathe, the world was closing in, he was trapped.
"Tony," a weak voice called. "Tony?" He wasn't safe here, Tony had to leave. He tried pushing himself up but his legs gave out. A bang filled the room as the door caved in.
"Oh God, Tony." He turned and Rogers was there, blue puppy eyes and worry written over his face. Rogers wrapped his hands around Tony's waist, rocking him gently with hushed comforting words. Tony stiffened, he wasn't safe, Rogers was going to leave again, leave him broken on the floor.
"He's my friend."
"So was I."
Those words echoed in his head like a broken record, destroying the entire life he had built. Tony shuddered, his body writhing with pain as Rogers' shield cut into the arc reactor.
"You're not there, Tony," Rogers' voice was soft like a lilting note at the end of a song. Tony shuddered, not wanting to accept the gesture. He's not safe here. He needs to find Pepper.
Pepper.
"Please tell me you're not in that floating ship."
"I'm sorry, Pep," Tony's voice croaked. Rogers hugged him tighter.
"It'll be okay." Tony knew that was a lie. He opened his mouth to say something but all that came out was a pathetic whimper. Rogers hugged him tighter. Tony gasped, he was being choked, he was going to die, Rogers was going to—
"I won't hurt you." Tony chuckled, it hurt to laugh.
"Stop being a softy, soldier."
"Let's get you to bed." Exhaustion leaked into the ex-captain's words.
"Trying to make a move on me, Rogers?" Tony was lifted up.
"There's the snarky billionaire, philosopher—"
"Philanthropist."
"—philanthropist I know and love."
"Oooh! Crushing on me Rogers?" Tony was lowered onto the soft bed. He heard a thud as Rogers collapsed onto the chair next to the bed with a groan.
"Go to sleep, Tony." Rogers' voice was slurred.
"Whatever you say mom." Rogers was already snoring.
That's it! This was a request from ! Thanks for pushing me past my limits , this chapter was my first attempt at Tony central, so I hope you enjoy. I take requests, so next I can focus on Thor, Okoye, or maybe Shuri? But any requests are welcome, check out Pain of the Past (written by mwah)
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