-Colors-💙◌Ironstrange-Fanfic◍

◌Chapter Seven- Who are you?

⚠Character Death/Gore/Murder/Angst⚠

"Yeah, yeah... Okay, " Anthony muttered, his face red as Levi.

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Stephen makes a portal, his hand still rested in Anthony's soft hand. They made it through and into a hallway of the Shield Helicarrier , and the many workers that walked around them. Anthony was a bit on edge, his eyes trailed everywhere, everyone, and everything.

"Hey, if you want to go back, I can make something up, " Stephen said, giving a concerned look.

"Ah... No it's okay... It's just been a while since I was here, " Anthony said. Stephen saw that Tony was wearing a gray sweater, and normal jeans. Also, a pair of his own shoes..

"One question..., " Stephen said, with a weird feeling in his chest.

"Um... Yes? " Anthony tilted his head, making the weird feeling grow.

"Who gave you the sweater? " Anthony blinked and then chuckled.

"Wong did, and to be honest... It's comfortable-" Stephen finally blushed and looked away. "-okay... What's wrong? "

"Nothing.. Just didn't think he would give you some of my clothes..., " Now it was Anthony's turn to blush. Stephens surprised he didn't notice...

"I mean, I would give it back but-"

"Nah, that's fine. It's just-" Stephen stopped, seeing Hawkeye in front of them with his arms crossed.

"So... You going to the meeting or just stand there and continue to hopelessly flirt? " Clint asked, with a tight smirk. Stephens eyes flashed a yellowish orange, basically wiping the smirk off of Clint's face. Anthony however, just hid behind Stephen and looked away. Clint was about to ask what's wrong, only for Stephens form to show off a protective look.

"So, are you going to bring us to the meeting. Or just stand with us and our, Quote on quote, " Hopeless flirting? " Stephen snapped back. The Archer just rose his hands in defeat and started to walk to the meeting room. Stephen and Anthony followed along.

Anthony kept his head down, and tried not to draw attention to himself. He was messing with the rim of the sweaters sleeves, well, the one that wasn't rested in Stephens. Anthony felt the protective nature of Stephen, and that sort of scared him. This whole thing scared him.

He knows these people don't know him, or what he did in his own world. Hell.... He's still afraid to tell Stephen more of the story that is always replaying in his mind. What he did to Steve, Bucky, Natasha, Clint, Bruce, Peter, and Stephen. He always feels his sins crawling on his back.

"Good, Doctor Strange! I'm glad you made it, " Howard greeted, making Anthony snap back into reality. He didn't notice that they made it to the room, even with out him noticing.

"Like I had any choice, " Stephen muttered, feeling Anthony's grip tighten just a bit. Stephen returned it, in an attempt to calm the other.

"So, aren't you going to introduce the one you were talking to on that mission yesterday? "Howard asked, drifting his hand to the others around the table. Stephen sighed.

" He-"

"H-hi.. My name is Anthony.. You can call me Tony however, " Stephen smiled, seeing his companion come from behind his back. Any other person would be confused on how Anthony looked similar to Howard.

"Oh, Hello Tony! " The clint Chuckled, from his seat. Anthony looked down.

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Tony's hands dripped blood from the tip of his fingers to the palm of his hands. His blues eyes trailed between the body in front of him, and to his crimson colored hands.

"Hey, Natasha! Have you seen-" Tony's eyes turned into the familiar red. It was Clint. "T-Tony.. What the fuck..., " His voice wavered. The one in question turned his head and looked at the other. The knife was still in his hand, but the white metal was crawling up his arms and legs.

"Oh. Hey Clint... What were you going to say? " Anthony asked, a smile was growing.

"You.... You..., " Clint continues to say that works. He's in complete and utter shock. Tony's smile turned into and agitated one. Once the suit was fully formed, the blue lights turned red.

"SPIT IT OUT! " Clint flinched back, tears brimmed his eyes. Anthony chuckled.

"You killed... YOU MURDERED HER! " Clint snapped, getting the bow from his back. Then an arrow from his quill, as he drew it back and aimed it at Tony with hatred in his eyes.

"Great observation skills! However, it's the last thing you're going to observe, " The lights on his suit turned back to a light blue, as his repulser started up.

Clint fired his arrow, only for it to his a force field that blocked Tony's body. Anthony fired back, making Clint Doge. Before Clint could react, he was punched backwards. Clint managed to flip out of the force pulling him back and land on his feet with groan.

"What did she do to you?! " Clint exclaimed.

"Poor Clint... You need to know what you did! " Anthony suddenly shot Clint with his own bow and his own arrow. The Archer only grunted, the pain in shoulder started to spread... As did the blood.

"What?! Help a friend?! " Clint snapped, he then got shot in the leg, making him fall to the ground.

"Look where that got you Barton... Fighting a fight you weren't even evolved in... For a few years there, I thought we were actually friends-" Anthony chuckled, seeing the fearful face. "- But I should've know, you would betray me like everyone else! " From there, it was a blur. Arrow after arrow. Then it was over. Clint was impaled with his own weapon.

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"-uh... Is he okay? " Clint asked. Stephen grew concerned seeing the other slightly crying.

"I n-need to use the bathroom, " Anthony started to walk out, his hand swiftly left Stephens hold.

"It's down the hall-" Howard was cut off as Anthony was already out the door. " -yeah.... " Howard figured that Anthony new were to go.

"Uh... Does he have severe social anxiety... Or? " Steve wondered.

"No... He's.. Just been through a lot..., " Stephen looked at the door with a worried face.

"Go and see if he's okay, we will still be here, " Howard said, with a small frown. Stephen nodded and swiftly walked out the door.