Oh No... (Ironstrange)

Chapter 3

Tony was visiting Peter at the hospital. He seemed to be getting better, as he even sat up on his own today. "Well, Peter, you can go home in a week- Oh hi, Tony," Stephen said, entering the room. Tony and Peter looked at him.

"You two are friends?" Peter asked.

"Yep. We even had lunch together this past Saturday," Tony responded. Stephen nodded. Peter smiled.

"Finally dad, you can talk to another human being," Peter joked. Tony playfully pushed Peter.

"I am honoured to be talking to you, then," Stephen said, smiling. Tony rolled his eyes.

"I have friends I talk to," Tony said.

"Yeah, me," Stephen responded, writing something down. Probably Peter's condition.

"I have friends other than you. His name is Bruce. Another one is named Natasha. And another one is named Clint, shall I continue?" Tony responded, counting friends on his fingers.

"But dad, you don't talk to them anymore," Peter said. "And you forgot about Steve,"

"Shut up. They're busy people and Steve tried to kill me," Tony responded. Stephen was now standing awkwardly.

//Five weeks later\\

Tony sat there, crying his eyes out. "Peter..." He whispered, holding his now dead son close.

Tony went to visit Peter in the hospital, like normal (They kept Peter in the hospital) and was welcomed by a dead son.

"Tony..." Stephen mumbled, stroking Tony's back, trying to comfort him. "It's going to be okay, I'm here for you," Tony cried harder.

"He's gone, Stephen, he's gone! He was my last reason to live and now he's gone! I don't think it's going to be okay!" Tony yelled, falling into Stephen's arms for a hug. Stephen gladly wrapped his arms around the smaller man.

"Please, don't try to kill yourself," Stephen said.

"Give me one good reason not to kill myself," Tony said, just barely above a whisper.

"All your friends would miss you and be sad, but most importantly, I would feel horrible. I care deeply about you, Tony. Not everyone gets to know me," Stephen said in response.

"Why do you care about me? I'm just a random guy that had a sick son. You have no reason to care about me," Tony responded.

"Because, Tony, I love you," Tony went dead silent.

"No, you don't, you've only known me for five, six weeks. That's barely enough time to be best friends, so you don't love me. At most, we're best friends," Tony replied angrily. Stephen felt his heart shatter. No one has ever turned him down. Tony sighed. "Maybe we can date after I'm more emotionally stable. But for now, no,"

"Better than a definite no," Stephen said. "Let's get you home, you need some sleep," Tony and Stephen both rode to the hospital in the same car, so no issues. Tony sniffed, wiped his nose with a tissue, and got up to follow Stephen.

The ride back to Tony's house was silent except for the sound of Tony crying. "I'm sorry for your loss, Tony," Stephen said after a while. "I'm also sorry I couldn't save him in time,"

"Thanks. It wasn't your fault," Tony responded. They then pulled up to Tony's house, so Stephen helped Tony to his room.

"Do you want me to stay for a while?" Stephen asked, covering Tony with his blankets.

"Yes, please," Tony said. Stephen smiled and sat on the edge of the bed.

"Do you want something to eat?" Tony hummed. "I'll take that as a yes," Stephen then found his way to the kitchen and tried to find something. He decided on soup.

After about an hour of trying to find stuff and finally getting to cooking, Stephen was done and was taking it to Tony.

"It doesn't take an hour to make soup," Tony teased. Stephen gave him a look.

"It's not my fault you put pots in a weird place," Stephen said back, handing Tony his soup.

"Thanks, Stephen," Tony said, putting a spoonful into his mouth. Stephen smiled.

"You're welcome," Stephen responded. "Also, don't worry about my job, I can afford a day off,"

The two had a nice conversation, and Stephen felt accomplished by taking Peter off of Tony's mind. Eventually, Tony scootched over, lifted his blankets, and patted the spot next to him, signaling for Stephen to lie next to him.

"Cuddle me," Tony said. Stephen was hesitant.

"Are you sure?" Stephen asked. Tony frowned.

"Cuddle me, dammit," Stephen then couldn't resist. He climbed into the bed next to Tony and wrapped his arms around Tony. Tony buried his face in Stephen's chest and started crying again over his dead son. Stephen then started to gently stroke his back.

"Sorry if I come off as rude, but isn't this sort of couple-ish?" Stephen asked gently. Tony looked up at him.

"Maybe I just need cuddles and comfort," Tony responded. He kissed Stephen's cheek then fell asleep.

"You're adorable," Stephen whispered to Tony.

A:N: Sorry if it's a 'lil bit short and it sucks