Tony's panic attacks

Tony's getting better

eventually, nearly 19 months later, the hospital allowed Tony to go back to New York. the others had ended up beating Greg to death and it turned out he was a missing person who no one missed at all. Tony's bones had healed for the most part. he had to wear glasses for a while because of his left eye. he was still in bad shape but he was better then he'd been before. he had crutches to walk, he was still covered in braces, but the bruises, casts, and stitches were gone. the scars would always remain though. he was getting around pretty good though. his knee would never fully recover, he would limp for the rest of his life, but he was happy to be alive.

"Tony are you alright?" Bruce ask, coming up behind the man. Tony nodded, staring at his plate.

"yeah. I just can't grab the plate and get myself over to the chairs on my own." Tony said. Bruce chuckled and picked Tony's plate up carrying it to the table. Tony followed him. "thanks Brucey." Tony smiled. Bruce nods and pulls the chair out, helping him sit down. Tony winced softly, lowering into the chair.

"how are you feeling today Stark?" Phil ask reading his tablet.

"I'm feeling pain." Tony replied, rubbing his knee. "but I could be worse." Tony shrugged. Bruce nodded hugging his head gently.

"Tony where are your glasses?" Bruce ask.

"couldn't find them without my glasses on." Tony replied. Bruce chuckled softly and headed to find Tony's glasses.

"I didn't have to get up and make you tea last night, so I assume you slept okay?" Phil ask. Tony shook his head.

"Bruce hasn't had a good sleep since before I got hurt. I pretended to be asleep and when he crashed, got up and went to the lab to work. I didn't think about the whole, you make me tea every time I have a panic attack or a nightmare, but I hope you slept good last night." Tony replied, picking at his toast. it would have been more appealing to eat if he could actually see it. Phil seemed shocked by Tony's answer.

"Tony you shouldn't be doing that. you need sleep." Phil said. Tony shrugged slightly.

"yeah. I know, but so do you and Bruce. besides, you deserve to spend the night in bed with your boyfriend and not constantly be getting up to help me. I can take care of myself." Tony replied. Bruce walked over and put his glasses on, gently, knowing the bridge of Tony's nose was still sensitive. "oh my gosh there really is toast in front of me." Tony muttered. Bruce laughed and went to get himself something to eat.

"Tony, you know Bruce would be upset if he found out." Phil said.

"yeah. thats why he won't find out. I won't do it often. just once and a while, when I feel like he deserves some sleep. I mean, look at him. he's bouncing around and smiling. first time he's done that in a while, because he hasn't been able to sleep. even you look better this morning. you both needed sleep and, let's face it, it's not like I was going to get much sleep anyway." Tony replied.

"man of iron! it is good to see you!" Thor grinned, clapping him on the back. Tony yelped loudly, holding his shoulder.

"Thor, remember his shoulder isn't fully healed yet. no asguardian strength until he can hold at least a wrench in that hand." Bruce called from the kitchen.

"oh right, I am sorry. I did not mean to hurt you." Thor said. Tony groaned softly but patted Thors arm with his good hand.

"it's alright. it's just pain." Tony muttered, rubbing his shoulder. Clint dropped from the ceiling.

"you alright Stark?" Clint ask grabbing a cup of coffee.

"yup." Tony replied, slowly sitting back up.