Iron Banner Oneshots

Alcohol

This has depressed and suicidal Tony in it so WARNING
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No POV

Ever since Bruce and Tony finally realised their feelings for eachother they were stuck together like glue. They would always be close.

Holding hands, hugging and snuggling eachother while in bed or on the couch...

Ever since they found eachother Bruce had less incidents with the Hulk since Tony could calm him down in seconds and Tony stopped with his unhealthy lifestyle, like being a playboy and drinking.

But, that doesen't mean that they lived an apple pie life. They had dark moments, days and nights.

This was one of those moments for Tony.

He jolted up in his bed, waking up from a nightmare. He instincively looked to his side, finding Bruce still asleep. He was grateful that he didn't wake him up. He never wanted to be a burden to Bruce but it sometimes felt like he was.

He carefully got up and kissed Bruce's head, earning a soft humm. He left their shared room and got in the elevator. He exited in the living room and sat down on the couch.

The images of his nightmare kept coming back, and the worst part is, it wasn't a nightmare, because it happened.

Ever since the New York incident he had these nightmares that left him when he had Bruce. Still, they sometimes came back.

He got up and went to the bar, not even looking at what he had picked up, all he knew and cared about was that it would help. He took a big gulp, emptying almost half of the bottle.

He sat down on the floor and leaned his back against the wall. He took another big gulp emptying the bottle and threw it to the side. He watched as it rolled on the ground and reached up for another.

That's when it happened.

Look at you, you're just a sick drunk.

This is why nobody loves you.

You think Bruce loves you?

You know he doesen't, he's with you only because he pities you.

Who would love someone like you?

You know that nobody cares.

You should just end it now.

Come on, do it, you would be doing everyone a favour.

He looked down at the now empty bottle in his hand. When did he drink it? He looked to his side and found 3 more empty bottles.

At this point all he heard was screaming. Creams of everybody that died because of him. He threw the bottle at the wall and covered his ears. Tears started falling down his face and dripped off of his chin.

His body started shaking and he felt like he couldn't breathe. He suddenly shot up and almost fell, catching himself on the wall. He dragged himself to the elevator and exited it as it arrived.

He stumbled into the lab and looked around. His eyes landed on several siringes filled with colorful liquids. He approached them and looked at the liquids that were still in test tubes beside them. He poured them all in one and took an empty siringe. He filled it with the liquid and hovered it by his neck.

Bruce woke up cold and felt by his side. Tony was gone from his spot. He felt the bed. It was cold meaning that he was gone for a while now. He got up and and went to the elevator.

He checked the living room and found broken bottles laying around. His stomack sunk and he rushed back to the elevator.

"JARVIS where's Tony?!"

"He is in the lab, Dr. Banner."

He exited on the floor and entered the lab. He looked around and his eyes landed on Tony, hovering a siringe next to his neck.

"Tony...?"

He turned around and met Bruce's broken gaze. His hand started shaking and more tears started to pour out.

"T-Tony...please, put the siringe down..."

He pleaded with a crack in his voice.

Tony's eyes were completely red from crying and he avoided Bruce's gaze.

"It's not like anyone would care if I was gone, they would probably throw a party. I'm just a selfish and drunk bastard with a giant ego. I'd be doing everyone a favour."

Bruce's eyes watered and tears freely ran down his cheeks.

"Tony, please. I would care, I DO care. Others do too. If you were gone I don't know what I would do with myself..."

Tony shifted in his place and met Bruce's gaze.

"You are the only thing that I have left...and if you think for one second, just one, that I don't love you...you are wrong..."

He took a step toward Tony and place a hand over his shaking one that was holding the needle. Tony closed his eyes and dropped the needle. It laned on the floor and cracked.

Long held sobs escaped Tony s mouth as he fell into Bruce's arms. He hugged him tight and Bruce held him close, stroking his hair.

"Shh, shh, it's okay. It's alright Tony..."

He swallowed the lump in his throat and his voice shook.

"It's okay..."

They stayed like that on the floor until the morning. At some point Tony fell asleep and Bruce watched him the whole night.

At this moment he held in his arms the only thing in his life that still mattered.
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Gaahhh this hurt.
They deserve the world, damnit.
They deserve to be endgame.
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