"Oh, Tony..." | Ironstrange

Chapter 24

Tony's POV

The next morning

It was very quiet and still this morning. It felt uncomfortable and unnatural. It was Saturday, so Peter would have been starting up conversations every second, and even if he wasn't talking, it would still be better than him never coming back. I still couldn't get over it, I didn't sleep at all last night, I couldn't. I couldn't get my mind off of Peter, I can't get over it that quickly. It's hard to not just cry right now as I'm thinking about him. All the things I didn't say to him and all the things I didn't do to save his life, but according to Stephen, Peter would have died even if I made him stay home that day. "Did you sleep good last night?" I felt Stephens hand on my shoulder.

It shocked me a bit but not too much. "Yea." I lied. I should have just told the truth, I know Stephen will know I'm lying, I'm not too good at it. Also, why would I possibly have a good sleep after yesterday? I looked up at him and saw him shake his head. "Next time when you can't sleep, tell me. I'll stay up with you." Stephen answered, taking a seat at the table in front of me.

"No it's okay. I don't want to keep you up anyways." 

"I'd do anything to ensure you have even the tiniest bit of happiness inside you, Tony." Stephen smiled.

That wizard. Even in the worst mental state I've been in he somehow manages to make me smile. My heart jumped when I felt something soft tap my shoulder. I turned around frantically to see Stephen's cloak back away a bit in fear. I scanned it and found it holding a small flower. It slowly floated up to me and dropped the flower near my hand. I scoot back up in my chair and examined the flower. "They're sorry for your loss." Stephen said.

"Our loss." I mumbled, but still loud enough for him to hear. "How did it even get this? It's the middle of winter."

"That cloak is a mystery, Tony."  I looked at the flower a bit more then thanked the cloak. It nodded, then made its way over to Stephen. "So..." I took a deep breath and played around with my thumbs. "I guess we have to plan a funeral." That wasn't easy to say at all. 

Stephen didn't respond, he just stared at the door. It was weird because as soon as a did, I heard a knock at the door. It was strange, but I didn't pay too much attention to it. So, I got up, walked over to the door, and opened it. "Bruce?!" 

"Tony! You got your eye site back?! Wow look at you it's been so long!!" Bruce smiled. 

"Yes it has been! So what are you doing here?" 

"O-oh!" Bruce sparked. He reached his hand inside his jacket and pulled out a card. "I wanted to give this to you. It's a sorry for your loss card, for you and Stephen. Everybody signed it. Even Steve." Bruce smiled. 

I slowly took the card out of his hand when I saw a ring on his left ring finger. "You're married?" I asked, examining the card.

"Yes I actually got married a few months ago. I would have invited you if I knew your house phone number." 

"Hm. Tell Natasha I said congratulations on you guys's wedding." I said.

"Mmm... It's not Natasha I'm married to." 

"Then who?"

"T-"

"Tony." My focus immediately left Bruce when I heard that voice. Steve. What is he doing here? Why hasn't he just left me the hell alone? I'm getting tired of seeing his god damn voice and hearing his god damn voice I'm so sick of it. "Okay okay before you slam the door just let me say something." Steve shouted, pushing the front door open. 

I don't know why, but just this time I'm going to let him speak. I don't know why and Im shaking because I'm afraid of what he'll say. At this point I'm just praying, oddly Stephen hasn't done anything yet, so maybe I should allow him to speak. 

Steve took a deep breath and flexed his fingers. He looked up at the sky for a bit, thinking about what he's going to say most likely, then back at me. "Tony." he closed his eyes for a bit. "I'm sorry." 

"What?" 

"I'm sorry, Tony. I'm sorry for all the asshole things I've called and said to you in the past. I don't want to lie and say I didn't mean it, but as I was saying it I did. Now, I don't. I never truly understood what you were going through. It's like somehow everyday something bad happens to you. I know I especially treated you like shit when Stephen ended our friendship just because I said something rude to you at the time. I was mainly just jealous. About what I said yesterday, that was totally not okay. Not at all. Not gonna lie as soon as I said it I felt like shit, and now Peter's... gone, I really shouldn't have said what I said. I'm pretty sure it wasn't your fault. Are we okay now? If we aren't that's fine. I'll still be helping plan his funeral." Steve smiled, holding out a hand. 

I looked shocked. I looked at his hand, then back up at Steve. "No tricks?" I asked. He nodded his head no and shoved his hand closer to me. I studied it for a while, then shook it. Steve smiled and reached into his back pocket. He pulled out my... my suit? For so long I thought it was lost... "Welcome back buddy." Steve smiled, he patted Bruce on the back and mumbled "Let's go." 

"Bye Tony! See you Tuesday!" Bruce waved. 

I waved back then slowly closed the door. I stared at my suit, then the card, then Stephen. Stephen slowly sat his mug down and took a deep breath. He gradually got up from his seat and walked towards me and softly placed his hand on my cheek "I know you wouldn't be able to plan a funeral. It would be incredibly hard to do so. I can barely do it. I can barely talk about Peter without wanting to cry, so I got your friends to plan it. It's on Tuesday at 2 PM if you were wondering." 

T-this man. He really makes me melt he's such a sweet heart. "And if you can't speak at the funeral, I'll speak for you. I won't mind." Stephen smiled. 

I smiled and placed my hand on his. "You're too sweet, Stephen..."  Stephen placed his hand on my other cheek and softly kissed me, "I love you so much, Honey..." I smiled and placed my hands on his hip touching my forehead to his. 

"I love you too!"