Mending the Broken

The Mind can Only Handle so Much Before it Snaps

'Would they be better off without him...?'

Tony shook his head. Trying to get rid of the thoughts.

'Wouldn't they be happier without your crazy anxiety attacks...?'

"No..." Tony gave an unsure, verbal answer to the voices.

'Oh but they would. They would be happier if they didn't have to constantly worry about you.'

Tony sighed and closed his eyes. Letting his head rest on the desk. 'What is wrong with me...?' He thought to himself. Tony felt like crying in that moment as he looked at the second note that Justin threw at him. Yes...he hated to admit it, but he kept the note.

'If I were you, I'd want to kill myself too. Stupid fag.' (A/N: Y'all, it literally killed me to write this word....)

Tony read down. 'I know about your little crush on a certain Steve Rogers. Why don't I tell him?' Tony froze for a second, then continued reading. 'I see the way you make googly eyes at him. But guess what Stark, he doesn't love you back. He never will. You're dear old daddy didn't love you, why should he?'

Tony crumpled it up and chucked it at the wall. As soon as it hit the wall, his phone rang. He picked it up. "Hello...?"

"How's about I get some things together and come visit? I've been dying to see you and your birthday is coming up."

Tony gave a soft smile. "Sure. When are you gonna be here?"

"Probably Saturday."

"See ya then Honey Bear. I'll catch you later, I've got loads of homework." Tony just wanted to get the conversation done and over with. He had too much on his mind and the last thing he needed was for Rhodey to think he was weak as well. It was, after all, what he thought about himself. Tony hung up, placed his phone back on his desk, scooted out the chair and flopped onto his bed. He covered his face with a pillow as he tried to clear his mind of the thoughts that fought to overpower him.

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Tony

I couldn't keep my thoughts straight. The things that Justin said were on my mind. Perfect Steve with his stupidly handsome face and stupidly entrancing blue eyes. It didn't take me long to recognize that feeling as love. Yes, I Tony Stark, am completely and utterly head over heels for the perfect Steve Rogers.

'You don't deserve him. You don't deserve any of them.' The thoughts kept running through my head. I know that...I know I don't deserve them. I don't deserve anything I have now.

I got up off my bed and wandered the too big room. Not sure what to do anymore. I grabbed my phone and left the room, letting Jarvis know I was going to take a walk.

With my phone in hand I left out the door without another word. I didn't really have a set goal in mind, but I found myself at the park. I sat down on a swing, pulled my phone out of my pocket.

Flipping it in the air a few times before opening Steve's contact. I let my fingers hover over the call button, hesitating. I settled on texting him.

'How's it going?"

'Good. Is everything okay?'

'Yeah. Everything's fine.'

That's how the conversation went. I didn't have the guts to tell him. I guess...it's inevitable that he finds out because of Justin, and he probably doesn't even like me back and I just don't think I can take that rejection...