The Perfect Illusion

Help Me Back up

Narrator's POV

2:24 am

"Mm..." Stephen groaned, shifting in bed when he felt the sun hit his face. "Ngh..." He moved around.

He felt so dead, long dead.

Queasy
Nervous

Maggots under the
skin

Litter of kittens d
r
o
w
n
i
n
g in your stomach.

Tension and loud whispers began to go round and round in his mind.

"Fuck o-" Stephen stopped when he felt something wrap around him.

His eyes shot open.

He saw Tony holding him. He balled his fist up, a green aurora forming around it...but he started to settle down.

Tony's warmth was very welcoming and soothing.

It made all his worries go away.

"Better?" Tony asked.

"Hm." Stephen's cheeks blushed a light shade of red as he wrapped his arms around Tony and hid his face in his chest.

Tony smiled, caressing Stephen's head.

///0///0

"Monrin'." Tony said as he walked down the staircase to the dining table, where Bruce was getting everything ready.

"Good morning." Bruce said. "Where's your friend?" He asked.

"He's taking his time up there." Tony said.

"Oh." Bruce said. He went back to setting the table. "So have you talked to him about the whole drug thing?"

"Um, not quite." Tony said. "I told him that we'd help him, but I haven't really made a move yet."

"Hm." Bruce nodded. "We could-"

"Hah." Thor sighed as he came into the room, sitting in a chair.

Tony and Bruce looked at him.

"The fridge and I have a lot in common." Thor said.

Bruce and Tony looked at each other, then at Thor.

"People think we're cold while we're warm inside." Thor said. "Really warm." He said.

It was quiet in the room.

"You broke the fridge, didn't you?" Tony asked.

"You never ask if I'm broken." Thor said.

"Did you forget to take him for a walk?" Tony asked.

Bruce rolled his eyes smiling. "He's just being this way because I won't be making his favorite."

"Hey." Thor said. "Pop-Tarts are not to be disrespected. Today is the perfect day to eat Pop-Tarts."