Can We Be Fixed? (Stony)

Chapter Thirteen: Operation Save Stark

A/N: I am debating between leaving the chapter the way it is and giving you two or one more chapter to finish this book of, OR I'm willing to extend this chapter since I do have a heart (despite me being evil sometimes with my chapters, lol.) Enjoy the long chapter, lol.

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He had good news for Tony once he finished his therapy session, and he was really excited to tell him. He got his stuttering down to a minimalist proportion- meaning that he could at the very least attempt to form a coherent sentence without stuttering too much, but that didn't mean he was going to stop stuttering. Tony said he'd be back soon, and he thought that he'd be back by now, but as he opened the door he saw no sign of the genius. So, he waited, and waited, and waited. Seconds turned into minutes, and then the minutes soon rolled into hours, and he was getting more worried with each time measurement that was dwindling away.

He sat in the communal area and bit his lip, wondering just where the love of his life could be? And normally it would be ok to let his mind wander and let himself succumb to his thoughts, but that was before he had someone he to worry about. Back then all he had to worry about was how to work modern technology; how the TV worked, how pretty much every invention in Avengers tower, and hell he even still looked up at the ceiling every time Jarvis- or rather now it was Friday- talked and he still wondered how they worked.

"Where is he? What did he mean when he said he'll be back soon? Maybe in a few hours soon? Or was it soon tomorrow? Ahh, babe where are you!?" He scowled as he thought. He tried to occupy his mind on anything that wasn't Tony, but that was the only thing he could think of at the moment. It wasn't just on where said male could be, but it was happier thoughts too.

Unconsciously he smiled, thinking of the way Tony's eyes sparkled when the sunlight casted over his face just right, his eyelashes filtering out most of the sunlight that made his eyes pop just right, or the way he licked his lips sometimes whenever he saw Steve; those same lips he wished were on his own right now, or on other various parts of his body. And he blushed at the thought because it was just a little bit dirty, but hey there's nothing wrong with being intimate with someone you truly love. Besides, he's not gonna deny that he wasn't willing to fuck Tony against the wall or on his bed in his room. Actually, he'll deny that to other people, but to himself he won't deny it.

"Captain," a deep, accented voice called out to him, which belonged to none other than the King of Wakanda himself, T'Challa. "You appear to be deep in thought, are you alright?"

"Y-yeah I'm alright, I-I just..." He trailed off, furrowing his eyebrows and scowling.

"I see the therapy is working now." And he couldn't help but smile at the reassurance in T'Challa's voice, because honestly the therapy was working, but if it wasn't for Tony being his motivation then he most likely would have given up a while ago.

"Y-yeah it's working r-really w-well. Uhm..." He bit his lip and remembered what Tony said about him and T'Challa discussing plans to change the accords. "W-Where is T-Tony?"

"I was hoping to ask you the same question. He has not returned from his mission, and I am very worried."

"W-where did you send h-him?" To an untrained eye they might not have noticed the way T'Challa stance faltered for a second; the way his shoulder has slumped just slightly, the way the corner of his mouth curved downwards for a few seconds before it returned to its straight line posture.

"In order to change the accords, we thought it would be best to appeal to the people who still consider you and the rest of the Avengers as heroes rather than vigilantes. In order to do that, we needed the footage of your imprisonment, as well as a digital copy of the accords and on Secretary Ross himself. So, we made a plan to send him to the Raft."