Moonlight // IronStrange AU

Chapter Six

**Tony's POV**

June 11, 2010
9:00 a.m.

"Hey Dickwad."

I could hear the immature little boys giggle to themselves as I walked past them. I hated the boys in my class, they were so full of themselves and so confident; I believed they shouldn't be.

One of them, who I assumed was Steve Rogers pulled me by my backpack and pushed me up against the wall.

"Hey Bud." he snickered and kneed me in the gut.

Steve wasn't always like that, actually, me and him were best friends at one point. We did everything together, played video games, ran around, ate meals, everything!He wasn't always terrible, but when his parents began to go through a divorce he became mean-spirited and angry.

I don't blame him, but I wish I could've help him.

"Cap, get o-off me." the pain in my torso was a solid 7 out out 10, only because Steve was a very muscular boy.

Steve let go of me, but shoving me hard back into the wall, "Freak."

Him and his posse walked away leaving me in pain. I heard them laughing, joking about what Steve had just done.

I sighed and looked down to my stomach,
I lifted up my shirt and saw a large blue and black bruise on it. I laid my hand on it and winced from the sudden pain.

As I looked back up I saw a familiar face, one of which made me happy, but also embarrassed.

"H-Hey Stephen." I rubbed the back of my neck and gave him a wave. He smiled and waved back, I could tell he was nervous too.

"Hey Tones."

I expected him to say more, but he didn't. He began to walk past me, but I impulsively grabbed his hand.

He didn't jerk it away, instead he squeezed it. Why? I have no idea, but I blushed as a reaction.

"I'm sorry about what happened at the place Stephen, I-"

"Tony, it's fine." he looked at me and smiled, but his facd didn't stay that way for long.

His eyes darkened and his smile dropped as he gently pushed my hand off of his.

"See ya around." Stephen quickly walked past me and into the building.

That was a very sudden mood change, I was startled. In fact, I was kind of hurt. I held onto my hand and rubbed it, as if he had hurt it. He didn't, but his reaction hurt my heart.

I loved Stephen, but why couldn't he just love me too.