𝑩𝒆𝒚𝒐𝒏𝒅 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒍𝒐𝒐𝒌𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒈𝒍𝒂𝒔𝒔 - STONY

4

[ ⚠️mention of suicide at the end of the chapter⚠️]

"Tony!" Steve shouted. He immediately ran over and pulled Tony down before he might fall forward. "That's it. You're going to a different room" Steve took Tony's hand and brought him out of the room.

"Which room?" Tony asked.

"The one that you were in the first day you came" Steve answered.

He was talking about the room with only two windows. Tony hates that room, it feels like a prison cell. "No. I'm not going there" Tony retaliated.

"You don't have a choice" Steve flat out told him.

They were now passing through the main hall. All the workers watched in shock as the two argued. They'd never seen anyone behave the way Tony was behaving towards the king, and then end up alive. Coincidentally Bucky was there at the time too, and he was watching everything go down.

Tony yanked his hand out of Steve's and tried to run the other way. He only got a few steps in before Steve grabbed him again and threw him over his shoulder this time.

"Let go! I mean it Steve!" Tony shouted and struggled some more. But to no avail. Once they got to the room, Steve put Tony down on the bed. "This room sucks! I'm not gonna stay here!" Tony repeated himself.

"Are you gonna run away again if I let you stay in my room?" Steve raised a brow.

"Yes!" Tony nodded.

"Exactly" Steve shrugged. And then he pulled out a cloth from his pocket and tied Tony's hands to the bars on the bed frame behind Tony's head.

"That is some kinky shit" Tony commented. "You know this isn't gonna stop me right? I'm still gonna run away"

Steve lowered his face closer to Tony's and looked him in the eye. "I may be lenient with you, but that doesn't change the fact that I don't do well with disobedience" Steve told him, voice low. Tony felt a blush creeping up his neck and cheeks. He quickly looked away. Steve grinned. "Wait here, I will send in a doctor to check if you have any wounds" He got up and left.

Tony sighed. He looked around the room once more, hoping there will be something interesting that his eye had missed. But no. The walls were sienna toned wood, there was a fireplace, two small windows, a boring painting, and a sad excuse of a couch.

"Fri, whaddya say I cause some trouble?" Tony smirked and wiggled his brows.

"I'd say they've been asking for it" Friday was in on it too.

"Atta girl. But I have to find a way to untie my hands first" Tony struggled. The cloth would not budge. "Damn, where'd he learn to tie hands like this- never mind I don't wanna know. Don't wanna think about it either" he quickly changed his mind.

There was a knock at the door. The doors opened and in walked none other than Stephen Strange. Tony's eyes grew wide. "Good evening Mr. Stark, the King has sent me to check on your health" Stephen said.

"Are you my Stephen or this era's Stephen?" Tony raised a brow.

"...pardon?" Stephen was confused.