I'll do whatever to make you happy (Stony)

Chapter Thirteen: Steve's Memories

A/N: I finished this early so I thought, why wait till Friday to post this? And wow, omg, an early update, these exist? Of course they exist, but ya know, I like to make sure the chapter is good and up to my standards before updating, and I'm not too sure how to feel about this chapter. I like it, but at the same time it feels kinda meh.

ANYWAYS, this chapter is different from the rest, in regards that it is in first person POV rather than third person; although it swaps to third person towards the end. Hope you like the chapter, but I still feel weird towards this chapter on both liking it and disliking it.

Warnings: This chapter contains self-harm, and I'm not too sure if this is a trigger, but I'll decide to also warn people that this has mental manipulation in it as well just to be safe.

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Steve's POV

The world around me was dark, lost behind my eyelids that felt as if they weighed a ton. It was a hazy feeling, my mind was clouded with a thick fog of white, any thoughts I had were unable to pierce the veil of what was going on in my mind. My body felt heavy, the pain of the bullet wounds still fresh, but I couldn't will myself to move or respond to the painful aches of my wounds. I could hear the whispers of the wind outside, or was that on the inside? It was hard to tell, my mind was too fuzzy to focus on anything around me. I could still feel the way my hair was matted from my blood that was spilt forth due to Tony. Wait... Tony?

I found my body undergoing shock, my eyes snapping open as my teeth chattered. I looked around, my eyes moving across the expanse of the room until it landed on a familiar figure, who's smile I was so familiar with.

"T-Tony?" I said through chattering teeth. I looked at his face and noticed a bucket, water dripping onto the floor at the edge. Now I know exactly what woke me up, but I wasn't sure where I was, or why I was here. I wasn't even completely sure why Tony was here.

"You're so cute when you're confused, and wet." He said. A low chuckle made its way past my lips, I tried to get closer to hug him, by my wrists were met with resistance. I looked down and saw that they were bound to the chair I was currently in. I tried to move my wrists, but it was impossible when I could feel the skin underneath my gloves start to rub against the leather.

"Tony... What?" I looked at him, confusion written across my face. All he did was stand there and smile at me, it was unnerving to say the least. "Why did you shoot me? Where am I?"

"I have to say, to me personally you kinda deserved it. Well, not kinda, you did deserve to get shot and knocked up." He said, his eyes staring into mine. I didn't like the way he was looking at me, it didn't feel like this was the man I spent my life getting to know. But he was standing right there, this had to be Tony right?

"What did I do to deserve it?" I asked, my voice small in my own ears. His smile grew in size, his body coming closer to mine, so close that I could feel his breath against my ear. He placed the bucket down behind the chair, his hand slowly moving towards my face, caressing my cheek.

"You let yourself get caught so easily. And I'm so disappointed in you." He whispered. The gentle caress of his hand on my cheek soon turned into a vice like grip on my chin. I couldn't turn away from him, I could only sit there and let my eyes stare into his. "Why were you stupid enough to get caught like that? I thought you were stronger than that."

"Tony I didn't mean to, I didn't know this was a trap. It was just a simple reconnaissance mission, I didn't know there was anybody here." I explained to him. His grip seemed to loosen up a bit, and I took in a shaky breath. Why was he so different? Why was he so mad at me? I know he cares about my well being, but this feels so different. "I'm sorry I disappointed you, or even upset you. Please, can you untie me so we can just go home?"