Falling - A Stony, Avengers FanFic

15. Scars

*Peeks out from behind a building* Hi? Don't hit me.. ~Bethie.

I don't care, I'm just another punching bag. Punch. Me. Hahah -Abbey

How very dare you? -Bethie

Also, um, if you liked Beth and Abbey or Bethtasha and Clabbey... Sorry love but I don't really care.

No, I'm kidding, we are sorry. ~Bethie.

Okay byiee ~ Abbeynessful&beautiful_lies_

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They took a short but slow walk back to the towers, dragging with the hard news on their shoulders.
Every couple of steps, Natasha would pause and take a shaky breath and Clint would choke back a sobbed curse. Steve marched stonily ahead, no expression. The group was completely silent, until Steve's headset rang.

"Hello, this is Steven Rogers speaking."

"Good afternoon Mr Rogers, this is Dr Swenson." The monotone voice spoke.

"Ah, Dr Swenson, is Tony alight?" Steve asked slowly slowing down his walk.

"Yes, he is very well, actually he's able to come home." He stated.

Steve instantly smiled.

Natasha gave him a wary look, with a raised eyebrow.

"Tony can go home." he mouthed at her. A tiny smile graced the corners of her mouth.

Steve turned his attention back to the doctor. "Can we come and get him now?"

Swenson replied, "Yes. But he may be slightly out of it."

Steve hailed the next cab to the hospital.

The ride to the hospital Steve was bubbling with joy. Truly excited to see Tony again. A confused glare from the driver made him contain himself.

The echoing bare blindly white walls of the hospital walls made Steve lose a bit of his happiness knowing that Tony wouldn't be the same.

He reached a closed blurry glass door and took a breath before opening it.

"Stevie?" Tony mumbled weakly from his bed.

Steve rushed over to his bed, "Hey sweetie." he said softly, "How are you, baby?"

Tony gave a quiet affirmative sound. "'M'kay." he stifled a yawn. "How's... William... Comin' long?" he asked.

Steve falsely softly laughed to himself, "He's going pretty well. But don't worry about sweetie, let's just go home and have a nice sleep."

"I missed you." Tony whispered facing down.

"I miss you more babe."

"Doubt it." Tony grumbled.

"Yeah, yeah."

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The ride back to the towers felt well overdue and Tony was literally in Steve's arms, and this time it was because he wanted to be.

In the lounge Natasha and Clint both sat emotionlessly drinking.
"Hey! I'm alive guys!" Tony greeted jokingly.
Natasha broke into an ugly sob.

"What did I do?" Tony asked desperately looking shocked. "I didn't.. What did I do?"

Steve, despite the situation, found a little humor in Tony's distressed face. "Tony..."
Tony looked at him and he found he couldn't utter the words.

"Beth and Abbey are dead." Clint cut in.

Clint words were bitter and filled with anger. He took a giant gulp of his drink and walked out of the room.