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Recovery - Chapter One. Tragedy.

Hey all!

Chapter one to my Stony fic - Recovery.

Warnings: Bad Angst, pain, blood, etc.

chapter two: https://stony-feels1776.tumblr.com/post/172014265099/recovery-home-chapter-two

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Link to it on Wattpad: https://www.wattpad.com/546540151-recovery-stony-tragedy-chapter-one

"Steve Rodgers, you irritate me." Tony Stark said, running a hand through his silky brown hair, eyeing Captain America with conflicted brown eyes. They were sitting in a restaurant, in a red-themed booth. Steve was sitting across from Tony, looking out the window, a smile on his dashing face.

"Tony, you know you love me," Steve said, turning his attention to Tony again. His breath hitching, Tony looked into Steve's dazzling blue eyes. He started to fidget with his fingers, glancing away. No. He was not in love. He didn't love Steve Rodgers. Nope. Not a chance in hell.

"I actually hate you," Tony said, one eyebrow going up, real smooth, "I thought we had accomplished that." Nice, Tony. Cover up your feelings with sarcasm. "Friday, what's the weather like today?" Tony asked his watch, where FRIDAY, an AI designed to help Tony, was listening.

"Sunny, with 2 miles per hour of wind. Zero chance of rain. Fifty-seven degrees Fahrenheit." FRIDAY answered quickly. Tony smiled, missing JARVIS (his previous and - don't tell FRIDAY - his favorite AI). FRIDAY was brilliant, and Tony was proud of himself for her creation.

"Perfect. Thank you, Friday." Tony said, to which FRIDAY gave her usual 'anytime, sir.' "So, Cap, it's nice outside. Are we going to sit here for hours? What a boring first date. I expected better from you, Captain Romance." Tony joked, ignoring all of his feelings.

Steve laughed his warm, soft laugh. "Tony, you were the one who invited me here." He exclaimed, smiling, running a hand quickly through his gorgeous blonde hair.

"Only because you were so clearly dying to take me out on a date that I did it for you," Tony said instantly. He was a genius, so of course, he could make a clever comeback for anything.

"Oh, Tony Stark, I adore you," Steve said in a flirtatious tone, blinking, smiling sweetly, holding his head in one of his hands. Tony opened his mouth, but no words came out quickly, so he just chuckled. He didn't blush. Could Tony Stark blush? Add that to the list of mysteries. "But seriously, I acted like that because we need to have a serious conversation."

"Really? Cap, I hate conversing and being serious isn't n my nature." Tony put on his sunglasses and glanced out the window. "Make it quick, because I get bored faster than you can run,"

"Pepper's deciding that she..." Steve paused. Tony should have stood by now and walked out. Instead, his eyebrows furrowed and his eyes showed concern and curiosity. "She doesn't want to see you anymore."

"What?" Tony said, laughing a little. "Captain is-to-stupid-to-know-not-to-fuck-with-Tony-Stark, you better not-..." Tony cut himself off, looking out the window in confusion. His heart ached. Not Pepper. He couldn't lose Pepper. He bit his tongue and his nostrils flared. Great fucking job, Tony fucking Stark.

"I'm sorry, Tony, but it's true. She met with me two weeks ago." Steve explained, a sorry smile on his face. Tony bit his tongue harder. What an idiot he'd been.

Tony stood, planting his hands on the table. He swallowed hard, breathing in. "Thanks, Cap," he said effortlessly, faking a smile. Boy, was he ever good at that? "Hopefully I won't see you around." And then Tony left, walking out the door.

He clicked his watch and his suit formed around him. He took off as quickly as possible, soaring into the cloudless blue sky, his thoughts not being nice at all.

"How could I lose her, Friday?" Tony said, hovering in the air.

"Sir, we should go home," FRIDAY responded, ignoring Tony's cry for help. She was an AI, not a therapist. Tony felt a pang of sorrow. JARVIS would have tried to help him.

"Fuck you, Friday," Tony said, taking in a shaking breath and exhaling for as long as he could. He then leaned down and flew back towards Stark Tower, landing with a thud on the roof. He clicked the area of his suit above where his watch was and the suit deactivated, returning to its state in the watch. Looking at the sky, everything felt hopeless again.

Night came quickly, and Tony crawled into bed, wishing he could fall asleep and wake up in a different time. A time where Pepper loved him still. A time Steve Rodgers didn't gain any of Tony's attention. A time where he wasn't Iron Man, just a simple genius billionaire, living with Pepper, not having any involvement with the Avengers.

He fell asleep quickly.

Then he fell.

Tony's breathing was ragged as he fell out of the sky. He couldn't breathe. Once he hit the ground, the world went black, but then everything was a dark blue. Steve and Pepper were lying there, dead. "Your fault..." Pepper whispered, while Steve's eyes closed and tears traveled gently down his cheeks.

Tony shook them, begging for them to wake up, listening to their breathing stop, their blood covering him, encasing him. It dried on him and he couldn't move, he could just cry.

And then he fell again, watching as he fell from the hole as Steve and Pepper were murdered by another copy of Tony, who looked up and smirked.

And when Tony hit the ground this time, he woke up and screamed, clawing at his chest, closing his eyes tight, crying.

-----

Tony took a burning shower, ignoring how his body screamed for him to stop the burning. He didn't even bother to wash up. He simply stood there, staring at the pristine white tiles. He rubbed his chest, watching the arc reactor glow. He ran his fingers over it.

It would be awfully simple to pull it out right now.

"Sir?" FRIDAY said, her Irish voice filling the house, "Ms. Potts is here."

Tony gasped for air, not realizing he'd been holding his breath. He took his hand away from his chest and rubbed his eyes, feeling lightheaded. He turned off the water and almost lost his balance as he dried himself off and quickly threw on a simple grey shirt and some jeans. He ran a hand through his knotted, wet hair, and traveled quickly downstairs.

He opened the door. Pepper. "I'm sorry," Tony said instantly.

"Tony, I assume Captain America told you everything?" She asked, holding a suitcase and calmly staring back at Tony.

"No. I mean - he told me that... uh, we were over." Tony said, holding back tears as he stared at Pepper.

"I care about you, Tony," She began, "but I... got a job offer. For the NSA. I have to join. But they said... they said for security reasons, I had to terminate my relationship with you." She noticed the lost look in Tony's eyes. "Tony, we can still be friends." She added quickly.

"That'd be great. Now, I have lots of work. Be safe. The NSA can be dangerous." He said quickly, faking a pleased and proud smile. He closed the door. "Friday, keep her out. But keep records on her. Everything big, tell me. We gotta.... keep her safe. Always." Tony said to the air before sitting down on the couch. He picked up his phone.

Three missed messages from Captain Nice Ass.

"Tony, where are you? God, are you mad at me? I'm sorry." "Tony, I'm concerned about you." "Tony. New mission. Meet us ASAP. At Clint's farm. Please."

Tony stared at these messages. He broke into tears. Why did Steve even care? What mission? All Tony wanted to do was hide and sleep. He wiped his eyes pathetically, whimpering. He sighed and looked around. He was fine.

"Friday, I'm going to Clint's farm. Lock up the tower," he walked out the door and clicked his watch again before flying off into the sky, thinking only of work. He wondered what mission this could be. Some positive things came out of Pepper leaving him; now he didn't have to worry about endangering her, and he could have crushes without feeling immensely guilty.

He landed quietly on Clint's farm. "Alright, fuckers, what's up now?" Tony said loudly, the metal mask disappearing. His brown eyes scanned the farm. Sitting on benches and on the ground was: Clint, Steve, Natasha, Vision, Wanda, Thor, and Peter.

"You decided to bring the child?" Tony demanded, feeling rage fill up his chest, pointing at Peter and glaring at Steve, who must have been the one to assemble the team. Peter looked awkwardly down at the ground, scratching the back of his head. He looked like he wanted to speak up, but knew better.

"He's not a child. He's going to help us fight, Tony." Steve stood. God damn him for being taller than Tony. Peter shuffled his feet and nodded.

"Mr. Stark, I'm not a child." He said awkwardly, "And I want to help! You gave me this suit and all... and I just figured I could be of some use. I just want to be like you. Help people, y'know?" Peter chimed, looking worried.

Tony couldn't help but think dark thoughts. He wasn't helpful. "And I don't want you to be like me, kid," Tony said bitterly, sighing, "but I guess I can't stop you." He hated how pathetic and weak and how out of control his voice sounded. He cleared his throat quietly. He hated the sympathetic eyes Steve was giving him. "Alright, you ignorant fucks, what's on our agenda?"

"Stop cursing," Steve said, "okay. So-"

Clint cut him off, "My daughter's been taken. Lila." Clint looked as hard as a rock, his eyes hard and emotionless. However, the bags under his eyes and how red his eyes looked proved otherwise. Tony wasn't sure what to say. Peter looked down again. Steve pat Clint on the back gently and Natasha side-hugged him gently.

Part of Tony wanted to point out that some random, not-so-powerful, regular-but-bad human could have captured Clint's daughter. Instead, he went with, "Well, I guess we're going to have to kill that bitch." Clint almost smiled. Tony blinked and swallowed. Okay.

"I can find whoever did this on my own. I don't know why you'd need the whole team when all you need is me." Tony said, his thrusters turning on. He was now taller than Steve. He shot a triumphant smirk at Steve, even though he didn't seem to notice.

Clint paused and looked terrified. "No. What if something happens to you?" He paused again. "What if they kill her because of you or something? Oh, God, Tony, no, you can't go." Tony's eye twitched at this. What the hell could that mean? They were more likely to kill her if they were all there.

"I can do this, Clint. Go be with your wife. She'll need you." Tony said quickly in a slightly demanding voice. Clint was stubborn but God knows that Tony could outlast everyone. Besides, Clint's wife really did need him.

Clint hesitated but nodded. "Please, take someone with you, Tony. Please."

"Me, myself, and I are going. Kid, make sure they stay here. That's an order. You all have to protect Clint and his family while I'm gone. I'll find her. I'll tell you when I do." Tony took off immediately. He would find her. He could work alone. He wanted to be alone. He couldn't put any of them at risk.

Or take the risk of being alone with Steve Rodgers.

He couldn't be in love with that man.

No.

----

Tony entered the cave, breathing heavily in his suit. It was pouring rain outside. He was in a forest in Central America. FRIDAY said that security cameras had caught her and a masked man just north of the forest heading inside of it.

Tony took the mask off and breathed in the fresh air. It was humid as fuck down here, and Tony was dying of heat.

Then there was rustling. Then Tony was kicked down.

And three people stood around him. One was holding a gun to Tony's head, one was Clint's daughter, and the other one was holding a gun to the quivering girl's head.

"Let her go." Tony hissed immediately.

"No... I don't think so." Their voice was distorted, but it was easy to tell they were using a cheap voice changer. They pressed the gun harder on Tony's forehead, making him wince as it dug into his temples. The gun cocked.

Tony winced and looked at Clint's daughter, who looked remarkably brave. "Let her go, and you can do whatever you want to me. I don't care. Just... let her go." Tony said, his voice getting higher. He tried to move his hand sneakily, but his attacker stomped on it, and Tony heard the blasters shatter.

"We're in a forest," the other man said, quickly, whispering, "she'll never survive five minutes out there. Plus, then we don't have to deal with a defiant Stark and a crying girl."

The other man seemed to be considering it. While they were looking at each other, Tony grabbed his helmet and whispered to FRIDAY, "Please. Help her find her way home. I don't know where they'll take me. Keep her safe, Friday." He looked at the girl and pointed to the door, then to his helmet. She seemed to understand. He set it out as close to the entrance as he could as silently as possible.

"Fine. Go." The one holding the gun to Tony's head said. The girl scampered away, quickly grabbing the helmet and sprinting as far as she could.

Tony smirked up at his attackers. "Well, I'm all yours, love, what now?"

----

Tony woke up, dried blood all over his face. His vision was blurry and the dim room was too bright for him. He winced, his head pounding. He was chained to the wall, being held up by the chains. He leaned his head against the wall and tried to breathe. He could taste dirt and grime in his mouth. And something acidic. Maybe he threw up earlier. The whole place smelled rancid.

Tony blinked a few times, and then someone yanked his hair. Hard. His scalp burned as he closed his eyes and clenched his jaw against the pain. "Well, good morning! Thought you'd never wake up. It's not fun beating up someone who's not alive!"

The attacker's fist connected with his ribs. Tony gasped and groaned in pain. Another one, the exact same spot. Tony felt like crying, but there was too much dirt in his throat to allow anything but dry sobbing noises.

"Did you let her go?" Tony demanded. His attacker laughed and punched him another time. He could basically hear and feel his rib snapping.

----

"Hello, ma'am. My name is FRIDAY. I work for Mr. Stark." The computer's voice scared Lila so badly she dropped the helmet and leaped away from it. "There is no need to be afraid. I am going to help you get to your father. I have already updated the team of our coordinates. They will be here soon."

Lila stared at the helmet, picking it up. It was a little heavy, but she'd helped her father with firewood before, so she was good at carrying heavy things. "Can I talk to daddy?" She said quietly.

The phone didn't even get a chance to ring before Natasha picked up. The whirl of helicopter blades was very audible. "Lila?" Natasha said instantly, listening and talking like her life depended on it.

"Auntie Nat! I'm in the forest. Mr. Stark gave me his helmet and his Friday. Please," she started crying, "come get me. I'm scared." Nat made a choking noise.

"Honey, we're almost there. Keep talking to me. We're almost there." Natasha said. Clint started flying faster until they landed a few hundred feet away from Lila. Once the plane landed, Lila ran towards the helicopter. Natasha caught her, holding her tight. Clint walked over and hugged them both, tears going down his face silently. He couldn't lose his family.

"Where's Mr. Stark?" Peter asked.

"They... took him. He told them they could have him instead. He gave me this," she showed them the helmet, "and told me to run." Peter looked confused.

"FRIDAY, where is Tony?" Natasha asked.

"I do not know. Tony's suit was deactivated, and so was all tracking functions." FRIDAY answered. "However, I believe that they would have headed north. Satelite imagery suggests there's a small compound that way."

"Take her home. I'll find Tony," Steve volunteered. "Peter, Thor, Nat, protect them. We don't know if they still want to attack them." Steve was already in his suit and he grabbed his shield, hopping out of the helicopter. Clint nodded and saluted him.

Steve ran into the forest.

-----

The building couldn't be found. Even with FRIDAY's help, no one could re-locate the building that was seen by the satellites.

It's been a week. No sign of Tony Stark.

Steve was beginning to panic. He and Natasha kept looking for him. But then Steve told her to go back to protecting Clint because Thor and Peter both had to return home.

-----

Tony groaned in pain as the chains slipped off his arms and legs. He fell to the ground with a thud, dust flying into his mouth and eyes. The men stepped on his fingers and one kicked him in the ribs. Tony could barely breathe, and dark spots swam in his vision.

Stay awake. Stay awake. Don't give in, Tony thought, but I want to die. Death would be better than this. He groaned. No. Stay for the Avengers. Stay for Steve. Stay to rub all this in Clint's face.

Tony was helped to his feet before he was slammed against the wall. "Now, honey, we've got something new for you. You're going to run. Up and down the stairs. Or the punishment," the man balled his fist, "will be much worse."

Tony stood upright and almost passed out immediately. He tried to walk, even. But everything hurt too much. He took another step and collapsed, shaking, sobbing. He could barely breathe. He let himself drop into unconsciousness.

----

"Vision! Hey!" Steve yelled into his phone. Vision could find Tony.

Or, at least, Steve hoped so.

"I'm here, Steve Rodgers. I heard about Tony's disappearance. I assume you've called to see if I could help you find him? Well. You're in luck." Vision answered, sounding full of themselves but also worried.

Steve gasped. "Really? Where is he?" Steve almost shouted, smiling, because however worried he may be, he was now a billion steps closer to rescuing Tony.

"He's underneath you." Vision said. His voice didn't display any emotion. Steve's heart dropped.

"What do you mean?" Steve asked, his voice going quiet and solemn. No. Tony could not be dead. Steve looked at his feet. There was a flower. A red dahlia. Tony's favorite.

"Pull the flower out of the ground." Vision instructed.

"No!" Steve protested, his emotions piling up. He felt confused. No. Tony wasn't dead. He couldn't be. He was 'The Invincible Iron Man.' No.

"Do it. It'll open up the stairs, Steve Rodgers." Vision said.

Steve reached down and yanked on the flower. Sure enough, a secret door opened. Vision hung up. Steve walked down the stairs, keeping his shield close to his body. He walked carefully. To his surprise, there were no guards. No one to stop him.

Then he heard whimpering. Tony.

Steve turned the corner and watched through a broken area in the stone walls. There, he saw Tony curled up on the ground, weakly covering his head, being kicked and violently messed with.

"Get up!" One of the men - who were dressed completely in black - commanded. Tony weakly stood up, shaking. His eyes were blood red and his face and neck were covered in bruises. His nose, mouth, and chin were stained red. "Run around this room three times and then do four jumping jacks. You black out, I swear we'll beat you to the brink of death."

And so Tony tried to run. Steve watched him as he held his ribs and his face turned an ugly shade as he struggled to breathe. Tony collapsed, gasping for air. "P-p-please d-don't!" Tony cried as they picked him up by the arms again. The taller man raised his fist and Tony slumped to the ground just before the slim man tried to punch him.

"Stop!" Steve yelled, making them turn to him. He ran through the door and hit both of them with his shield. Hard enough to severely injure them. "Tony," Steve begged, kneeling on the ground, not daring to touch the injured man.

"Vision? Anyone! Come in, please! Tony's injured. Really badly. Please. He's barely breathing and I don't know if we can move him." Steve said, hoping someone heard him.

----

Wanda had lifted Tony out with her powers. No one touched him. Clint cried upon seeing him. He claimed it was his fault. It wasn't. Steve could barely recognize him. His nose was broken and his face was covered in blood. They'd taken off his shirt - luckily, the arc reactor had been left alone. They must have known to leave it be. They wanted Tony alive. His sides were completely black and purple. They said it was a miracle he had survived.

They said that there was a chance he could die now, on that operating table.

They had to fix his ribs. They were going to try to fix his nose. Clean him up. They had to relocate his knee and his shoulder. Three toes were broken. Almost all of his fingers were broken.

They asked Steve to leave the room.

So he did, hoping that he'd see Tony again.

----

Pepper Potts showed up quickly. Everyone Tony knew well was there. Pepper, Thor, Peter, Bruce, Clint, Natasha, Fury, Wanda, and Vision.

No one said anything.

Steve hated the silence. He wanted someone to say something. However, when Steve tried to speak, a miserable croaking noise came out and he bit back sobs.

"This was all my fault," Clint said, rubbing his forehead and his eyes. "I should have... been home. I should have watched her. I should have protected her." He paused. "I shouldn't have let Tony go alone." His voice cracked.

"It's not your fault-" Everyone (but Peter) chimed in instantly.

Two weeks passed. Every day, they'd meet up again and wait, unless one of them was busy.

----

They waited for hours.

Then the nurse invited Pepper in.

When she came out, she was crying.

Steve asked her why.

Because Tony told a joke when he first woke up.

"He said," Pepper said, wiping her eyes, "'I loved this. What a great nap. I could totally sleep for seventy years - just maybe not in ice.'"

"That insane fucker," Steve caught himself saying, smiling. Glad to know Tony was still in there. "How's he doing?"

"Stable. They say he'll 100% live," she frowned, "but he'll be in pain. For a long time." Everyone's happy faces dropped a little. "But good news. The doctor isn't a normal doctor. They fixed him up pretty damn good. He'll have some difficulty walking and stuff, but her technology was able to help a lot." She said.

"Can I see him?" Steve finally asked.

"Actually, he asked to see you, Steve. Then you, Clint." Pepper explained.

Steve walked through the door.

Tony was bandaged but looked better. He even smiled at Steve. "Ah, Stevie Starry Pants, welcome!" He said, awfully cheerful. "I'm on morphine, my dear friend! Basically high. Anyways, how's life?" Tony asked.

"How're you?" Steve asked in return, smiling. He sat down on a chair next to Tony. Tony's eyes were half-way closed as he reached over and grabbed Steve's hand. Tony's hands were bandaged and he assumed that however, the (quite remarkably pretty) doctor fixed the rest of his broken bones, she did that to his fingers as well. As Steve touched Tony's hand, his skin was broken and it felt... unnatural. Tony's skin was always so soft. Steve held Tony's hand as he looked at the ceiling.

"I'm fine. How long was I gone for?" Tony asked.

"Two and a half weeks. And then you were sleeping for another two weeks." Steve answered. Tony tried to shake his head but ended up wincing in pain. Tony's grip tightened on Steve's hand.

"Do you think Clint could handle an I-told-you-so?" He asked, forcing a smile.

"Yes. No. Uh- maybe." Steve answered, offering a weak smile. He put his other hand on top of Tony's. Sighing, he closed his eyes. "God, Tony, we were so worried-" he stopped, shaking his head. He fought back the tears that wanted to come.

Tony looked down. His bruised jaw shifted as Tony thought of something to say. "I didn't think you'd ever find me," his voice quivered weakly, "and I almost gave up." his voice broke on 'gave.'

Steve looked into Tony's desperate eyes. "Tony Stark, I want to help you," Steve said. He knew Tony would need help. Pepper would abandon her job in an instant to help Tony, but Steve wouldn't let her. He'd be the one to help Tony.

"Stevie Rodgers, if I had the strength, I'd use this vulnerable and heartfelt moment to kiss you, but since I can't, can you plant your lips right on mine? No making out yet, though, because my jaw's still tender." Tony looked nervous and confident; hurt and immortal, powerful and weak.

Steve hesitated. The words didn't make sense in his brain. Tony watched him, his eyes watering up as he pulled his hand back. "I was kidding, Rodgers. I couldn't care less about your affection. Really, I could-" Tony suddenly began sobbing. He was shaking, unable to move and hide. 'I'm sorry-" Tony began to apologize.

Steve gently grabbed Tony's chin and leaned down, kissing him gently. Tony stopped sobbing instantly and gently kissed back. They sat in this bliss for a few seconds, Tony's hand slowly reaching as far as he could to touch Steve's back.

Then the door opened. Tony pulled back, eyes wide, face flushed.

Steve did it. He solved one of the mysteries. Tony Stark could blush. Covering his eyes, Clint walked back out. Steve smiled down at Tony, grabbing his hand again. "Tony Stark, I love you," Steve said. He'd bitten back the feeling of 'love' ever since Peggy died.

But now it was bubbling over. He stared down at Tony, who was chuckling, wigging his toes, biting his lip. "God, I fucking love you too," Tony said, opening his mouth and laughing, almost like he couldn't believe this was happening.

Steve couldn't believe it either.

"You better go make sure Clint doesn't snitch on us," Tony said finally. His face twitched and Steve didn't want to go, but he smiled, nodded, and left.

Clint was sitting, his hands over his face. He looked like he was either going to cry or laugh. Steve patted him on the back. "Go on, Clint. Tony wants to talk to you." Clint cleared his throat and gave Steve a look that Steve couldn't describe. It was packed with all the emotions at once.

Clint walked through the doors and sat down next to Tony.

"I told you I'd get her to you safe," Tony said smugly, staring at the ceiling. Clint bit his cheek, wanting to laugh and cry at the same time.

"Thank you, Tony." Was all Clint could say.

They sat in silence for a while.

"Don't tell anyone about how I forced Steve to kiss me," Tony said quietly, his hands shaking. He held them up and watched them, curling his lip at them, angry at his unsteady hands.

"What?" Clint said, "Explain. Please,"

"Okay. I said 'what? No goodbye kiss? God, I nearly die and you still won't treat me like the gentleman I am, Captain Bad-at-romance.' So he kissed me. It was completely platonic. He felt the need to kiss me on the lips. I ask you for a kiss, too. That's how you can repay me, by the way. Or, that's the start of it, at least. Right on the cheek, please." Tony said, speaking too much too quickly. He hoped Clint wasn't bright enough to catch his lie.

Clint smiled and laughed. "God, Tony, you're such an attention-seeking, lovable, foolish but powerful, loser!" He exclaimed, leaning down to give Tony a soft kiss on the cheek. Tony smiled, quite proud of himself, and made a shooing motion with his hand.

"Send some more paparazzi in!" Tony cried, grinning.

----

It had been a week since Tony had woken up. he was still confined to the hospital. Steve stayed with him for hours. Today, Tony would be going home at three o'clock. It was noon right now, which gave them plenty of time in the hospital still.

"I miss the morphine high," Tony said, frowning. Steve remembered the first day they took him off of morphine. Tony was groaning all day, sometimes gasping for air, sometimes complaining. He'd ordered pizza that day and ended up puking all over himself. That was two days ago. Tony was feeling better now.

God bless the doctor. No one knew who she was besides that she didn't live in America and was truly brilliant.

Tony stood up. He almost fell over, clenching his jaw as tight as he could as his body seared with a burning sensation.

Steve quickly grabbed Tony's arm, steadying him.

This would be a long recovery.

But Steve would always be there for Tony.

And so the path to recovery starts.

//Authors note//

Hey all! My name is Aeron, and I love Stony.

I promised myself not to start another fanfiction.

If you are reading this, please don't get attached!! I love nice comments, but if you rush me then I'll want to work even less!! So, please, you can leave nice comments, joke around, react to stuff, and etc. but please don't just comment asking for a new update!! I'm going to update them in bulk!! If you want to be tagged when I update, please tell me!!

Sorry if this made very little sense, haha. I tried to plan a plot, but that didn't work too well.

Also, I am not very old, so obviously my writing isn't fantastic.

Date: 3/13/18

Word count: 5035

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