He was there , just stood . The embers of his eyes glowed . Like igniting flames doing their ritual of dance . His hair , golden-brown fibers emerging from his skull , that just asked to be played with . His face , chiseled but soft , just like his lips . His features made from clay , from the hands of a true artist ....
I finished my work and there he was .. waiting , as if i hadn't noticed before .
I asked him how his day was , i mean it was only fair because he had asked me about mine . Pepper was there , his girlfriend , and she looked at him an obsessive love , something that had only been talked about in books and fairy tales , nothing that itself , resonated with me .
He was my best friend you know , we had grown up together , like two twigs intertwined . Absolutely inseparable. Now he was working on his suits and time was of no essence to him . I learned to be more passive and patient , while he was the opposite , eager and optimistic. So different but each had the same goals .
I had learned the hard way the effort needs to be put in by both sides of the relationship , or it will collapse like an plant withering away in a gloomy , dry room .
2 YEARS AFTER THE NEW YORK INVASION .
"Hi , guys" - i asked sounding as happy as always .
They all responded with their familiar gazes and warm smiles , nothing but the familiar feeling of home. We never see change until it stares us right in the face . It was the exact same .
I never noticed , his frequent jumping and flinching whenever i had unexpectedly talked to him or touched him . So little but so much .
I snapped out of it once i had saw him .
"Hi Tony , how are you feeling?", I asked with that same warm smile.
He replied with fine . Something had changed . They all looked at me with sadness in their eyes and suddenly i was back at that same lake house ... with the same spark floating and that same warm smile and his now blue eyes staring back at me and his hair was now metallic .. it wasn't him but it was all that was left , for me that was him . My best friend ...
Eventually , all trees wither and eventually their branches too ....
Oct 17 2023
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Enemy - SherlockxMarvel One-shots .
Hayran KurguIn these series of oneshots , you ,(the reader) will often go upagainst the 'good guys' in an effort to prove your point . Requests are open . This is my first book so dont get your hopes up , neither do I . Hope you enjoy and feel free to critique...
