True Love -Marvel bXb//AU- [On Hold/UNDER EDITING***]

No Matter What I Say, I'm Not Over You {Pietrotony/ Ironsilver}

Here ya' go Gleekpr ! :)
P.S.: this chapter has some stuff not approved for children! Nothing too bad, just an intimate kissing scene:))
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Tony's POV:

2 months, 9 days, 18 minutes, 12 seconds.

That's how long my love has been dead.

Well, I guess I should elaborate on that. I love Pietro Maximoff.

Hell yeah, I, Tony Stark am gay.

Pietro and I were going to come out to the public, I mean the only people who knew was our team, Fury, and Maria. I was also going to break up with Pepper, as soon as Ultron was over.

His death didn't really hit me until about two weeks later. That's when I became a total wreck, but can you blame me?

I let my drinking get really out of hand, and I stopped eating for a while too.

I think the only reason I'm talking to you now is because of Wanda, Pietro's sister. Wanda was there for me and she felt my loss, maybe even more than I did.

Wanda forced me to eat, she locked my bar up, and she let me cry. Ever since I was little, I was told: "Hide your emotions Tony", "Don't let anyone see you cry Anthony", "Calm down right now Anthony!"

Yeah, well the last one is what hurt the most I think. People tell you to calm down when you can't. It's not that simple, but no one understands that. They think I can stop my breaking heart from shattering, they think I can stop my watery eyes from crying, they think I can stop the thoughts of everybody's hatred of me from running through my mind.

News flash: I can't!

When I cry I push people away, but the only reason I do is to see who will push back, to see who cares enough to comfort me.

Pietro did.

I can still remember the day of my Father's funeral.

~*~*flashback~*~* (3rd person POV)

"Good riddance" said Tony as he started to walk from his fathers grave.

"Tony, stop holding it in, it's okay to cry sometimes," Pietro said as he intertwined their fingers and started to drag them both back to the grave stone. "You haven't even mourned a little bit Tony, he's your father."

"Well I -"

"Shh," Tony was cut off when Pietro dragged Tony back towards the grave stone.

"Sit." Pietro commanded.

Tony rolled his eyes but complied. Pietro sat down and took Tony's head into his lap. Of course, Tony didn't complain. He loves Pietro.

"Think about all the good memories with your dad." Pietro said while running his thumb over Tony's palm in circles.

"Are there any?" Tony said with a snort.

"You loved your father am I correct?" Pietro said, ignoring Tony's previous answer completely.

"I'm not sure,"

"Why? I think you know but you were to afraid to admit it."

"I am not afriad!" Tony said, sitting up and looking Pietro right in the eyes.

Tony tried to have a stern, determined look on his face, but was distracted by Pietro's gorgeous sea blue eyes.

"Stop denying it Tony. It's okay, I'm the only one here, just you and me. Admit it."

"Admit what?" Tony zoned out, lost in Pietro's eyes, completely forgetting about the conversation they were having.

"That you love your father, I know you do." Pietro said and ran his hand through Tony's hair, Tony shivered and Pietro smirked at him.