Moonlight // IronStrange AU

Chapter One

**Tony's POV**

June 10, 2010
2:30 p.m.

"Bruce stop!!"

That's all I heard before I blacked out and woke up in the hospital. My dad was there, sitting by me, and my mom was yelling at the nurse, so I pretended to be asleep. Talking still hurt. Actually, everything still hurt.

"What Happened!" I heard my mother yell at my dad, as she walked over to my bed.
"I don't know, I wasn't there." My dad rolled his eyes at her. She glared at him.
"I fucking know that, didn't the doctor say anything?" "Has Anthony even woken up?!"
"No."
"What?!"
"He's fine dear. Trust me." My father said calmly. Im glad they're not yelling and screaming at eachother, like they would at home.
"Oh for god sakes!" My mother exclaimed before she left the room.
I opened one of my eyes, and smiled at my dad, he smiled back.
"Hey kiddo."
I didn't answer, I just smiled and shut my eyes.

Tony peacefully drifted off to sleep, but what he dreamt of, is something of a different story.

"Tony"
.....
"Tony!"
"Wha-"
My wind was instantly knocked out of me as I hit the lockers and fell to the ground. I saw my best friend Logan run away, probably to get a teacher.

"get up."
.....
"HEY FAG I TOLD YOU TO GET UP"
Bruce grabbed me by my hair as he pulled me up, and threw me into the wall, and started kicking me.
I heard other people behind him laugh, but I couldn't see who they were because my vision blurred.

"Please...." "Please stop."

"Why should I, fag"
He punched me in the neck and I tried to scream, but all that came out was a small gasp.
I felt blood start to stream down my forehead, and bruises starting to form.
My vision became worse and worse as he kept hitting me and hitting me.

"Bruce..."

"Bruce stop!!!"

End

I jolted up right, as beads of sweat and tears started streaming down my face as I caught my breath. My vision was hazy and all the noise around me was gone. I could see my dad's shadow, screaming at me as I tried to get up.

"Tony!!" My dad exclaimed as he grabbed me by my arm and pulled me down on the bed. I was having a panic attack. I could feel my whole body shaking and tears streaming down my face, while my dad held me in his arms. The nurse came in and took me from my dads embrace and layed me on the bed, and but a cold towel on my forehead.

"It's gonna be alright son." "It was just a bad dream." My dad stroked my hair, and he talked to me while the nurses were running around, trying to calm me down.

My dad was my safe haven. He was always there for me when no one else was. When mom left the first time, he was right by my side to pull me through.
He helped me nurture my cuts and bruises when I got beat up by the bullies at school. He was always proud of me, but I knew he was lying when he said that.

The shaking finally stopped, but the tears hadn't. I could finally see semi clearly, and my breathing had returned to a normal pace.

"Dad, what's wrong with me." I cried as I threw myself onto him. He hugged me tightly and stroked my hair lightly. I hated myself. I hated everything about me, my hair, my eyes, my body, and my weight.
"Nothing son. Your amazing and beautiful. It was just a panic attack. Everyone gets those sometimes."
He smiled at me, but I knew he was lying. Not everybody gets them, only broken people, and I'm broken.

The pain killers were starting to work, and the doctor gave me crutches to walk, but it still hurt very bad, so I Didn't even try to get up.

As much as I loved this moment, I knew it would get worse, because no matter what, my boss would make me do my job.

Even if it killed me.