Stitches⚣Stony

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Lmao so I said I'd update quicker than usual and I kinda forgot to update this but I have a another week off school so imma work and update this.

I changed the cover photo bc I didn't like the last one and I can't find a good enough photo or font to use fml

In some way, Tony should be happy that he's heading home, that's he being discharged with a clap on the back, a complete food and work out schedule to get him back on track and a stern talking to about looking after himself. He should be happy, it means that he gets to sleep in a bed that doesn't have a mattress made of rocks and a room that gives off the comforting smell of motor oil and aftershave that still lingers despite the many times the housekeeping staff clean his room.

He should be happy that he's going home, that he's going to be able to see his Mom for the first time since that day of the accident, that he'll be able to see Jarvis without seeing that look of concern wash over his face every time the heart monitor misses a chime. He should be happy because it's his home, it should be his home, he should be happy.

And that's the problem, it's all a Should be. He should be happy that he's going home, that she going to see his Mom, to sleep in his own bed, his own room, his own home. He should be happy that he's going to eat food cooked by highly paid chefs and be catered by housekeeping that are hired to wipe his ass for him if need be. But he isn't.

In hospital, he's been sheltered from storming Paparazzi that have been following him since the announcement of Howard and Maria Starks pregnancy, he's been out of the way of his Fathers mood swings and back lashes, he's been through a rough patch of detox and damn, despite the fact he has a hole in his chest, he feels pretty damn good.

But he's going to step out into the open - for the first time since god knows when, Tony has lost count of how long he's been here - and have cameras shoved into his space, that ever so famous fake smile plastered back on his pretty space and that Stark charm oozing out of him. He's going to have to make a show, probably pushed into a Stark Charity event so that Howard can show everyone that his son isn't dead and then have his ass beaten for nearly dying in he first place.

Waiting in the underground carpark, Tony fiddles with a cigarette, rolling it between his fingers out of boredom, giving him something to fiddle with since he can do a thing without fiddling with something. He'd message Steve, keep his mind occupied but he doesn't want to seem clingy - because he is, well he'd deny that if asked but Rhodey would admit of Tony's clinginess.

"Thought you'd leave without a goodbye?"

"Who says this will be the last time I'm landed in hospital?"Tony offers Sarah a lopsided smirk, shoving the cigarette into the pocket of his hoodie, hoping that she didn't see it. His suitcase is prompted up beside him, clothing neatly folded by Steve and other items thrown in by Tony.

"Well I hope it is,"She sighs, shaking her head at the teenager that stands before him, looking a lot healthier than what he was just weeks ago. It's always been a hard position as a nurse, to see children and teenagers alike be rushed into emergency, especially with having a teenager herself sitting at home.

It was so lifting to see that Tony wasn't letting the Arc Reactor get in the way of his shining personality, he'd been up the day he'd awoke, fiddled and upgraded everything in his hospital room and still managed to charm the nurses and wiggle his way into Sarah's Rogers heart with those coffee brown eyes and sleep ruffled hair.