Can We Be Fixed? (Stony)

Chapter Fourteen: All Is Well

A/N: This story has one more chapter that needs to be written, and it is all completed! Thank you to everyone who has read, commented, and voted on this story. You guys really give me the inspiration that I need to put out chapters, and I really do love you guys very much. Thank you for being so awesome, and taking the time to read my stories, it means a lot.

Once this story is done, it's onto writing the Soulmate AU. And don't worry, I have other stories coming up in my beautiful brain of mind, so you should be on the lookout for another book about to be posted soon. It's not gonna be long in terms of the chapters I write, but long in terms of how many pages there are in each chapter. It's gonna be a trilogy so I'm very excited for that!

I took up too much of your time, so now please enjoy the second to the last chapter!

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Everything was quiet for the most part, all except for something hitting the floor. It hit the ground with a loud thud, and sat there lifeless. Nobody dared to make a sound, and nobody dared to move. Everything was silent, and it was that eerie silence that ran goosebumps up your skin and made you shudder.

Death is a weird concept, really. There are those who believe Heaven and Hell exist, those who believe you go to a better place, and those who simply do not believe at all. Those who have experienced death, they cannot tell you what death is like because, well they're dead. Those who are alive can tell you exactly how death feels to them. It's not the same concept as someone who has died, because they feel all the physical pain, while the person who watches, or has found out about their death suffers from the emotional pain. Some say emotional pain is far more lethal than physical, because while physical pain can leave you with scars that fade away, emotional scars are perpetual. They barely fade with time, because the mind in a way is trained to remember the emotional pain you felt and remember the trauma.

A memory of a loved one is always accompanied by the good memories, and the painful one of their death. Emotional scars exceed the visibly physical ones, because it's always those who smile the most that are suffering the hardest. He knows this very well because he is one of them. He at least expected the pain to be there for maybe a split second or two, but instead he felt nothing. He was just numb. Like he couldn't feel anything at all.

"I'm sorry." A cold feminine voice laced with venom spoke into the room, and only then did he realize while he didn't feel anything. His eyes were still open, looking into the beautiful brunette locked away inside the cell, and he realized that he was still alive. He looked over his shoulder and saw Ross, clutching the area where his heart was, blood trickling from the wound and staining his hand in crimson, his body hunched over just slightly. "Did I step on your moment?"

And he's never been more thankful that Natasha always had his back, and she wasn't afraid to show her true dark side that the Black Widow possessed. It was why he never got on her bad side, because she was trained to kill, and it shows as she pulled the trigger on her gun and shot Ross in the head, the man's body falling limply to the floor, his blood staining the prison floor.

He let out a huff of breath and looked at the Black Widow, who simply rolled her eyes at him when she saw the smile on his face.

"I'm always picking up after you boys." She muttered sourly, but there was still a small twitch and the corner of her lips that ensured him she was just teasing. She turned her head and nodded her head towards the glass window where Bucky was. He nodded back and opened the cell door Tony was in, making him turn back around quickly and bring the genius into his loving embrace.

"I g-got you, h-honey." He whispered, placing soft kisses on top of the genius' head while he buried his face into the soldier's chest. He rubbed Tony's back, letting him sob softly into his chest. "It's gonna be ok-k, it's all over n-now. Let's g-get y-you some medical attention, alr-right?" He felt Tony nod against his chest, snuggling into him just a little more. Then he looked up, and he gently held the back of Tony's hand in his palm, leaning down to place a gentle kiss on his palm, and on his broken fingers as lightly as possible, as if the mere affection would make the pain go away. It did, however, make the genius relax just a bit as Steve carried him bridal style.