Loki wanted to throw himself from a bridge.

Of course he would take it as personal! How Loki could not foresee these consequences?

The expression he made at meeting someone who did know not his name had been more than remarkable and Loki would remember it for an eternity as a triumph, indeed. Although he was questioning his sanity now. Had it been really worth the pain? How could it had been worth if it bought this as the aftermath?

It was obvious that the most arrogant being in the world would like every single person knowing his name and what it meant! How Loki did not think about the possibility of him tracking Loki down until he knew even his blood-type? Everything would have been easier had he kept ignoring him or going away when he tried to come near! But no, Loki had to make use of his brilliant brain to reply and throw himself to the Lion's fangs. Furthermore, fleeing could be misunderstood by fear and there was no way where Loki could be afraid of him. Loki just did not want to see his face ever again on lifetime, had it been possible. And at this moment, not only Loki had to see his face, he was standing right there on Loki's kitchen table. Such a torture!

"I beg your pardon?" Loki asked astonished, yet he was showing a blank mask, hoping for it all to be a joke, a really bad-taste one, by the by. And he was to be believed, as he knew about jokes.

"I saw your ad," he repeated.

"My advertisement? And what about that?"

Tony wondered if Loki maybe couldn't understand English.

"That, uhm… according to your ad, you're searching for a roommate, aren't you? Well, I'm exactly who you were searching for!" He smiled.

Loki questioned himself what kind of horrors had he made to the gods to deserve such punishment.

"I am more than sure that you do not need a place to live," Loki hurried to say.

"How could you know?" He raised an eyebrow.

"I am sure." Loki replied firmly.

Loki was desperately searching for a valid and coherent reason to assert that it was a cruel and despicable joke in order to offend him. Notwithstanding, Loki still was on his right to refuse, why would he accept?

"Well, you're wrong," Tony answered, staring at him.

"Why shall I accept?" Loki asked without even blinking, doing it would be admitting defeat.

Tony started to doubt, this guy truly didn't know him? He looked more than willing to throw Tony to the street. Tony could see the hate reflected on his glace and the surprised expression Loki had when he found Tony at his door hadn't gone unnoticeable, mind you; and it had stayed there until they had sat on the kitchen table. Maybe now Loki was showing a blank and unexpressive face, but Tony knew how to identify when he wasn't wanted around.

"I don't see any other person wanting to live here," Tony replied crossing his arms.

Loki knew he was right. Even though it was, maybe, just a matter of time until someone saw his advertisement and got interested. However, Loki also knew that, with the classes already started, many people were comfortably living on a convenient place for them and the probability of someone knocking at his door was utterly insignificant, even when the department was flawless. Moreover, Loki was almost on the limit date to the rent and it was completely impossible for him to pay it with only his own money. Why Sigyn had to leave so suddenly?

"So…?" Tony asked.

Would it be really necessary to make a deal with the devil?

Loki sighed, accepting the fact of not having any other option, it did not matter how much Loki thought about it, the truth was simple.

"Fine," Loki said knowing that for him it was not. But if life was out to get him, Loki would certainly survive.

It was in that moment when Tony had to hide the winning smile that was treating to go out from the corners of his lips. He kept it inside himself 'til he went to the door of the one that was gonna be his new place to live. Once he was outside, Tony smiled in a way that if other people had saw him, they would thought he had gone crazy.

And maybe it had been like that.

"He has a British accent," Tony commented playing with a screwdriver in his hands.

"Who does?" Bruce asked absently, without looking at him.

"Loki."

Bruce looked up from his notebook, forgetting the equations he was trying to resolve.

"Are we going back to the same topic?"

"I just wanted to comment it."

"Uh, okay," Bruce said confused. He was about to return to his equations when Tony spoke again.

"He said he didn't know who I was," Tony said with droning voice.

Bruce should have known from the moment when Tony had mentioned that guy's name that he wouldn't shut up about it. Hoping to be able to go back to finish his damned equations was too much.

"Hm, really?" Bruce asked looking at the numbers written on the paper.

"Yeah,"

"Oh,"

Tony was getting annoyed by Bruce's lack of interest at replying him, didn't he notice how important was the whole matter?

"Can you believe he said that?"

"Terrible," Bruce whispered. Tony looked at him perplexed, the screwdriver completely forgotten on the table. "What? Tony, seriously. There's a lot of people who faints when you come around and your biggest problems is a guy who doesn't care about you, why do you give it to much relevance?"

"But… uhm…"

Tony let out a sigh.

"Look," Bruce continued, "I know it's something new for you meeting a person who doesn't want to take you to their bed when they see you or something like that, but you are failing to recall that there's people beyond that. Tell me, do you know how many people around there don't have a clue about Steve Jobs' children?"

"You can be comparing Stark Industries with Apple,"

"Maybe Loki has an iPhone," Bruce suggested, "There's people who prefer them."

"I know," Tony snorted. At least he had Bruce to keep Tony's feet on the Earth, or not that far away from it.

"I'm glad," Bruce returned to his notebook, wondering if maybe he had wrote the equation wrong, it couldn't be that difficult.

Tony stood up from the worktable and walked towards the mini-fridge places on Bruce's workshop. He took a soda and started to stroll quietly around the place. Truth to be told, it was a lot smaller than his, well, Howard's one. But since Howard had forbid him to enter because Tony ruffled stuff up and made use of the materials Howard needed to other issues -which didn't make any sense, because Howard perfectly could've bought them again. Hell! He had the money to buy the damned reserves! Besides, when Tony started buying his own materials to work with, Howard was still banning him to go inside. Tony had been lucky when Howard went away for like a month and he had been able to put hands to work with the already designed planes to create Dum-E. Later, Tony realized that he should've put more time into the software design- Well, after being denied to wander around, Tony had started to hang out in Bruce's house, searching for a way to let all that frustration out. And it wasn't as if Tony's company bothered Bruce, in fact, Bruce really enjoyed sharing time with him, there was a reason why they were friends since high school freshman year and they usually spent a lot of time together, doing homework, projects or just playing with science. Tony liked to call themselves as ScienceBros which gave mixed-feelings to Bruce but he accepted, anyway. It seemed that Tony liked to make up nicknames, and who was Bruce to deny a little bit of happiness to his friend? In reality, one of the persons who knew Tony better was Bruce, and everyone around them was aware of it. That's why when Tony had mentioned Loki some doubts had grew on Bruce and now that Tony was wandering around the workshop watching everything he already knew, Bruce was sure that something was up.

"Tony, why are you so obsessed with a guy you just met and who doesn't care about you?" Bruce asked staring at him from the desk Bruce was on, equations totally disregarded.

"Hadn't we dropped the topic?" Tony asked turning to look at him.

"It's painfully obvious how much the matter bothers you. You still don't try to disassemble something," Bruce commented and took off his glasses, putting them on the table.

"It's more than that, Bruce," Tony drank a sip of soda before continue, "I feel as if we met before. Not that I remember it, but it seemed like he knew me,"

"You asked him, right?" Tony nodded. It wasn't enough to get to a conclusion, "What did you ask him, exactly?"

"I subtly asked him if he could tell me why he addressed me with contempt." Tony said with an innocent tone.

Bruce knew Tony enough to be sure things weren't like that. He sighed, why Tony couldn't be more carefully when he spoke to someone?

"Sure," With an elbow on the table, Bruce laid his cheek on his right palm, raising his eyebrows, "So, you approached him and demanded for him to tell you why he hated you,"

Tony smiled, pointing Bruce with his right hand's index finger, confirming Bruce's suspicions. Bruce supported his forehead on his palm.

"And he told you he didn't know you," Bruce commented without moving.

"Exactly," Tony affirmed, sitting in front of Bruce. "But he could be lying."

"Why would he lie?" Bruce asked, lifting his head to look at Tony.

"I don't know," Tony shrugged, "It doesn't matter, anyway,"

Tony was trying to keep the playful smile that was waiting to come. Bruce noticed it and, knowing it was a kind of bait for him to get interested, he bit it.

"Why it doesn't matter?" Bruce asked, hoping that the answer didn't mean a lot of problems for Tony.

"I'm… uh, kinda living with him. Scratch that, I'll be living with him," Tony said before taking another sip.

"You… what!?" Bruce said with eyes wide open. He totally wasn't expecting that.

"Well… he was searching for a roommate to cope with the expenses of his department, how could I leave alone someone who needed my help?" Tony asked with a sweet voice tone, "Besides, Pepper told me it would be better if I moved to a placer nearer to M.I.T and casually, the department is closer,"

"And now you're a philanthropist or what?" Bruce asked, covering his face with both of his hands.

"I have always been a good person," Tony smiled innocently.

Bruce looked at him with a raised eyebrow. Tony knew Bruce didn't buy that excuse. Who would?

"The truth is that I wanna, uh," Tony made a pause, "find out stuff. For science,"

"You find someone who dislike you and your first thought is to go living with him? Are you serious!?" Bruce pitched the bridge of his nose.

"Uh… yeah?" Tony replied staring at him.

"You're so stubborn. Why am I your friend?" Bruce asked shaking his head.

"Because I'm awesome?" Tony offered a smirk to Bruce.

Bruce smiled at him, taking pity on his poor soul.

"This is going to explode on your face sooner or later. You know that, right?"

"Nah," Tony casually said, "I'm gonna have it under control,"

"Just be careful of what you do, Tony," Bruce made a frown of worry.

"Yeah, yeah," Tony said moving his left hand trying to downplay the issue. He looked focused at Bruce's notebook before tell him: "That one doesn't have solution."

"I knew it!" Bruce said giving a look to the paper, "Do you think I wrote it wrong?" He asked before taking his glasses, "Maybe I should change them."

"They could have make it without a solution in purpose, so the person trying to solve it would have to erase it thousand times thinking they were doing something wrong. You're lucky having me," Tony rested his back on the chair.

"Woah, Tony. Careful there, your ego and you don't fit on the same chair," Bruce told him before throwing him a paper ball.

"Hey!" Tony complained when the paper hit him.

"Smug." Bruce said childishly.

Tony pulled a paper sheet from a notebook resting on the table, made a ball from it and threw it to Bruce, who imitated the action, starting a paper ball war which would end the life of two poor notebooks that didn't have another option more than succumb.

Tony found himself thanking that Bruce stayed with him the way he did, even if Bruce didn't know what to say, he listened Tony thoughtfully and knew when Tony needed to stay alone by himself. Even when Bruce said that the way he dealt with people wasn't the most suitable, the truth was that Bruce did know what to do when it was about Tony, or he knew most of the time. And Tony was really thankful about that, that's why every time the opportunity was there Tony bought Bruce something he needed or liked, and Bruce felt a little uncomfortable accepting gifts with no apparent reason, but he knew Tony did it with the best of intentions and Bruce ended up feeling flattered.

What was life without friends around you?

Loki was seated on the kitchen table, waiting impatiently for his computer to turn on. When it finally did, he logged in and made sure that everything was correct before seeing the person on the other side of the screen and smile warmly. That light blue sweeter made her look great.

"Hey, you," She greeted with a bright smile.

"Hello, Sigyn," Loki replied widening his own smile, "How are you?"

"I'm still trying to get used to the time change. Do you see this?" She asked pointing to her lower eyelids, where faint dark circles were starting to take control, "I'm not being able to sleep properly,"

"It is not that bad, although sleeping un-well sucks," Loki suggested.

"How are things around there?" Sigyn asked tying her hair into a ponytail.

"I…" Loki paused for a moment, "I found a new roommate," He said with a calm and unexpressive tone, looking at the keyboard.

"And how is this person? Is a boy or a girl?" Sigyn asked sweetly, noticing Loki's mood change, but she decided to not comment on it.

"It's a boy," Loki replied playing with his hair, which reached his shoulders.

"Something interesting about him?" She asked getting closer to the camera, expecting.

"Is… Stark," Loki replied looking up, meeting Sigyn's eyes. He was able to see a little bit of confusion growing on them.

"'Stark'?" Sigyn blinked a couple of times, "As in, uh, Tony Stark?" Her brows knitted together. Loki slowly nodded. "How is that you are fine with that?" She questioned puzzled.

"I did not have any other option, Sigyn," Loki let out an exasperated sigh, "Even when it has not been a long time since I published the advertisement, I have not got any call. Furthermore, I am having a bit of problems with the money; this month is payed, mostly because you helped me before leaving. However, I would not be able to pay next month's rent. And now I will have to deal with this."

"You know I can help you with the money," Sigyn suggested with a frown.

"No. It would not be proper for you to do it if you are not living here. Moreover, I fail to see the convenient of you financially helping me, because of your situation,"

"I don't want you to feel…" Sigyn did a pause, searching for a word to use, "uncomfortable,"

"I can deal with this, Sigyn. For I am not a toddler," He smiled without joy, "It just… I know you had to go because your grandmother became ill and there is no one else who can provide her the attention and time you can give her, I know how close you were to her when you were a child and I know, I am saying something terribly egoistic," Loki looked away for a moment before looking straight to Sigyn's eyes and calmly say: "but you know not how much I wish you could still be by my side,"

"I know," Sigyn looked sadly to the camera, making Loki feel a little bit guilty, "You don't know how much this situation pains me. But you are not alone, Loki," She smiled faintly, "You should use this opportunity to meet more people, don't you think so?

"I do not need people, I have you," Loki narrowed his eyes, without understanding why Sigyn was asking him such madness.

"I'm not always going to be around you, Loki," She said with sadness on her eyes, "Right now I'm not really at your side and it hurts. But you must not be alone.

"Sigyn…" Loki pronounced her name with some pain, he knew exactly what Sigyn was talking about and he did not want to think about it.

"Please, Loki," Sigyn stared at him, "You must not go back to being alone. I don't wish to see you that way again," She sighed, "Promise me you will carry on,"

"I… I will try"

"It's an advance," Sigyn smiled, "And this guy… do you know when he arrives?"

"Today," Loki replied dryly, "He arrives today. I will give you your room, well ex-room," Loki hurried to say before Sigyn could speak, "I thought of giving he mine in order to keep intact yours, but… I do apologize, I could not,"

"Don't you worry about that," She smiled warmly, "Any decision you make for the department is fine to me. I know how much you care. Besides, you are the one living there,"

"I know, I know," Loki took a deep breath before speak again, "And your grandmother… how is she?"

"Today she spoke more than yesterday," Sigyn replied smiling, but the joy didn't reach her eyes, "Although… the doctors say that it would be necessary to increase the medicine,"

Hearing Sigyn talk with sadness on her features and voice broke Loki's heart. Sigyn was the most important person on Loki's world, they had been friends for five years, she knew him better than any other person Loki could have share something and Sigyn had helped him when he had needed it the most. Even now, when she had to leave to Norway, her native country, she give the best of herself to turn on her computer and keep on line when Loki was able too, even if they had a six hours gap –Loki had been able to see the sun disappear in Sigyn's window, while it shined on his- and she used to know what to say, or when was the proper moment to stay in silence. Given the fact that Loki didn't speak with his parents or brothers since he had move, Sigyn help helped him to stay sane.

Both of them had decided to move on together few years ago, and they had put hands to work since a couple of months ago; they were living peacefully their lives until a call changed everything. Loki could remember with clarity how Sigyn's face replaced happiness with sadness, how the tears wanted to slide down her cheeks with the conviction of her having to go. Remembering it left a bitter feeling, it made Loki feel guilty for wanting for Sigyn to stay despite the reason because she had to leave him alone. And saying it made Sigyn feel guilty about having to go and letting Loki on his own, so mentioning the issue did not have sense, it just made both of them feel deeply sorry about the whole situation that destiny had placed them on.

They kept talking cheerfully, this time about casual and daily topics for the simple fact that it was a lot more enjoyable than spending time alone on their respective rooms, since Sigyn didn't know anyone from the town she was currently living on and Loki was not really eager to leave the department. Until their conversation was interrupted by the sound of the doorbell. Loki said goodbye to Sigyn, the promise of talking at the next day was implicit and both of them knew they will fulfill it. Loki walked towards the door and sighed before opening it, hiding any emotion on an empty mask.

"Hey," Tony greeted casually, going inside with a box in his hands.

"I thought you would come later," Loki answered, without moving from the spot he was on.

"What are you sayin'? It's six, isn't it?" Tony walked to the living room.

Loki suppressed a smile, time flew away when he was talking with Sigyn. Of course she looked so tired and sleepy, it was already midnight for her and, despite that, she had been more than willing to keep talking with Loki.

"So, where can I drop my stuff?" Tony asked, turning his back to face Loki, asking himself how stupid had he been to accept without seeing the department with detail.

"This way," Loki went before Tony and walked straight, passing for the dining room, getting to a corridor that had a little table with a vase on top of it and he stopped in front of two wooden doors that were closed. "This is my bedroom," Loki pointed to the right door, "and this is yours," Loki moved his hand to the left door's door knob, he turned it and opened the door, revealing a bedroom with slightly green walls.

Even when it was a lot smaller than his New York's room, it was just a little bit smaller than the one on Massachusetts, and Tony liked in some kind of way that room where there was a single bed placed on the right side, a wardrobe with sliding doors in front of it, a bedside table with a little lamp on it and a wooden desk with two drawers placed on the window, that one was in front of the door and there also was a chair that made Tony decide he didn't like it and he would have to bring his.

"You can leave your box on the floor," Loki commented from the door, "And you can go to get the rest of your things and leave them here," He suggested, knowing that it was impossible for Stark to bring just a box.

"That's a good idea," Tony accepted, flexing his knees and letting the box on the floor. He walked pass Loki and traveled back to the parking lot, drawing a bag and a suitcase. He closed softly the car's door and went up to the third floor with some difficulty. When he arrived to his new bedroom, he noticed that Loki hadn't moved from the door, he did when he realized that Tony couldn't enter to the room without hitting him with the package he had.

"I will leave you alone so you can organize your things, I will be in my room, if you need something," Loki suggested, hoping for him to not need anything.

"'Kay," Tony replied, opening the bag he had left on the bed.

Tony saw Loki heading to the living room and coming back with his arms wrapped around his laptop.

"The sheets have been recently washed and changed. Although if you prefer to change them for some you had brought, you can do it so and leave them on the upper part of the wardrobe," Loki felt like saying.

"Thanks," Tony smiled turning his back, just in time to see Loki entering his room and closing his door.

"Well," Tony said playing music on his Starkphone, "Let's get started,"

Tony started to took the clothes he had brought with him and placed it on the spacious closet, moving at the pace of AC/DC, talking casually with Jarvis and thinking that maybe Loki didn't really hated him. He had shown really cordial on Tony's arrival and he even had fixed his bed, so, yeah, everything could've been a thing of his imagination. Loki had told him that he didn't know Tony, right? How could someone hate someone they didn't know? It didn't make that much sense.

As it was too late to call Sigyn and it was necessary to respect her sleep time, Loki did not find something better to do than to open a math book and start resolving exercises, while he listed music with his favorite earphones in a moderate volume, seated on his desk. After a while, Loki grew bored and decided to lie back on his comfy bed, on the green bedspread with a suspense book he had left mid-read in the morning.

Loki's bedroom was really similar to the one that Stark was using know, only that it was rotated on ninety degrees; the doors of both were on parallel, thought Stark's was closer to the end of the corridor; the window was placed on the same wall where Stark's headboard was, on the right side of Loki's bed. The wardrobe was on parallel to Stark's headboard and Loki had his desk placed on the left side of the bed, there was a bedside table on the right side of the bed and it was Loki's favorite place to let stacked the books he was currently reading and the ones who came after.

He was interrupted when he felt the wooden door being knocked, Loki paused the music and spoke.

"Yes?"

Stark opened the door without waiting for an affirmative response and walked closer.

"Hey, Luke, I wanted— Hey!" He distracted with a framing photo laying on the desk. Before Loki could protest, Tony took it into his hands. On it there were a smiling Loki with a blond girl who looked really happy, Tony supposed she was Sigyn, "Who is her?" He asked, curiosity taking control of him.

"Sigyn." Loki replied dryly, ignoring the name change, as if that explained everything. Tony mentally snorted.

"I didn't know you had a girlfriend," Tony commented.

"Why shall you know something about me?" Loki asked raising an eyebrow as he let the book at his right side, "What do you need?" He asked, crossing his legs.

"Ah, yeah," Tony left the photo where it was, "I wanted to ask you for the wifi password," He said, pulling his phone out from his pocket.

It wasn't was if Tony really needed it, he had mobile internet. And if he really wanted it he could have asked Jarvis to find it out, it would only take some seconds and voilà but he had preferred to come closer and start with his investigation. All because of science.

"Of course," Loki stood up and walked to the stop where Tony was standing, making him feel as a dwarf, how tall was Loki!? He was a fucking giant! Loki took the phone from Tony's hand and typed the password quickly before returning it to him, "Here,"

"Thanks," Tony smiled, looking up. Why Loki had to be so fucking tall?

"You are welcome," Loki replied cordially, walking away from him, "Would that be all?" He asked, sitting again on the bed.

Tony saw the opportunity to keep a conversation sliding from his fingers, which prejudiced the investigation and wasn't convenient to him. So Tony throw the first thing that came to his mind.

"I'd also like to take a shower,"

Which wasn't completely a lie, it was true that Tony was all sweaty for having moved so much stuff at his house, deciding what to bring and what to not.

"Oh," Loki commented, "Well, the bathroom is next to my room. If you spin the water tap to the right comes warm water, if you do it to the left comes cold water. Please, leave everything tidy once you have finished," Loki said picking up his book.

"Sure," Tony replied before going out from the room.

Once Loki found himself on his own, he let go a deep breath and lead a hand to his forehead, closing his eyes. Would he be able to resist?

Tony didn't notice it, because he had closed the door at his back.

With a towel in his hands, his clothes and toiletries in the other, Tony walked to the bathroom.

It was about half of the size of Tony's room; it had the walls decorated with light blue tiles on the upper part and white ones from the start of the wooden Vanity table until the floor border. There was a huge mirror above the white sink and a couple of wooden shelves, where were toiletries and a glass where stood a green toothbrush; Tony supposed it was Loki's. Between the mirror and the sink was a soap dispenser and a small basket that contained hand towels. The toilet was also white and was placed at the left side of the Vanity table. The tub was covered with the same white tiles and it was next to the toilet, attached to the wall, in front of the door. The tub was protected by a glass screen and there was a window inside of it, which was covered by a white blind. In front of the toilet was a wooden furniture that almost reached the ceiling where were clean towels and toiletries, Tony had checked after opening it. The floor was completely white, except for a small light blue carpet in front of the tub.

Tony was surprised at how clean the whole place was, asking himself how long had it been since it had been cleaned and organized.

Tony left his things on the closed toilet and started to undress. He went inside the tub with his shampoo in hand and moved the tap, letting go the lukewarm water that was well received by his tired body. While he washed his hair, Tony started to wander about the decision he had made. However, and given to the fact that Tony had taken a short shower, he stopped the water without getting to a conclusion. Still in the tub, Tony started to dry his body with the towel he had brought and, once he was completely dry, he got out of it and he dressed with a sleeveless black shirt and red pajama bottoms. Tony took his stuff and walked to his bedroom, making sure of letting the bathroom as clean as it had been before.

"Have you finished?" Loki asked looking up from his book, making Tony stop mid-way. He had forgotten he needed to walk to Loki's door, who was already on pajamas.

"Yep," Tony replied with the towel on his shoulders.

"You can throw your towel into the laundry basket on your room or you can hang it on the balcony for it to dry, as you want. The laundry is closed at this hour," Loki suggested.

"Oh, thanks," Tony smiled. He opted for the second option and walked in the contrary direction, walking pass the dining room. He turned to the right, walking towards the living room until a huge picture window, the balcony was behind it. He slipped one of the doors and went outside. There was a little of wind and Tony thought it would be perfect for his towel to get dry. He left it above the clothes drying hanger that was placed there.

When he was outside Loki's room, Tony poked his head on his door. Loki stared at him.

"Did you turn off the lights?" Loki asked, his book was closed on the table.

"Uh, yes," Tony replied, showing himself on the door.

"Thank you," Loki said emotionless.

"You're welcome," Tony replied, "Goodnight" He added when he realized Loki wasn't gonna say anything more, Tony decided to keep the "I guess" for himself.

"Goodnight," Loki said, in the same dull voice he had used before.

Instinctively, Tony closed Loki's door and walked to his, closing it too. He dropped to the bed, rolling until he found a place under the covers and he breathed its smell, it smelled as jasmine, and he took his phone.

"Hey, Jarvis," Tony greeted, turning on the screen.

"Sir?" He replied.

"How many things can go wrong while I'm living here?" Tony asked.

"I do not exactly know it, sir. I will evaluate all the possible death scenarios and I will give you statistics,"

"Ha, ha. Very funny," Tony rolled up, staring at the ceiling with his back on the mattress.

How bad the consequences of him living there could be? Tony questioned again, this time for himself.

Without finding an exact response, Tony fell asleep, wrapped in tiredness and jasmine.

"Sir, do you realize that Mr. Friggason handed you the phone?"

But it was too late, Tony was already dreaming.

A/N: Well, hello~! I wanted to thank to anyone who is reading this and say that I'm not going to be able to update since December due to tests and stuff. Anyway, I hope you enjoyed this chapter and want to read more about it!