Can We Be Fixed? (Stony)

Epilogue

A/N: And so here we are, at the end of the story. Once again thank you to all who have read, voted and commented, you mean the world to me. I hope you enjoy this final chapter, and be on the lookout for another book I am posting after this.

I mean it, I'm literally going to post another story after this, got the prologue and the first chapter done. So get ready. Happy reading!

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He stared at himself in the bathroom mirror, the door half open as he wasn't really doing anything that needed privacy. He ran a hand through his long blonde locks, sighing heavily as he looked at his reflection. He was debating with himself whether or not he should shave off his beard. He didn't really mind it per say, but he kinda misses his clean shaven look just a little bit.

"Just make up your mind... You're gonna be late."

"I think you should keep the beard, it looks good on you all things considered." A feminie voice spoke out to him. He turned his head towards the door and saw Natasha, dressed in a grey high neck vest accompanied by black cargo style sweatpants, leaning against the door frame with her arms crossed, and her traditional all knowing sly smirk plastered on her face. "Besides," she pushed off the door frame and walked over to him, placing her hands on the second to the top button on his short sleeve white collared shirt and undoing it, exposing just a bit more of his chest. "I think Stark really likes the beard." He chuckled at her, exiting the bathroom with her in tow.

"Nervous?" She asked, looking through his closet for a jacket that would match his outfit.

"Absolutely. I mean, w-what if I say s-something wrong, o-or this is a b-bad idea?" He catches the traditional brown leather jacket he's come accustomed to liking ever since they defeated Loki all those years ago. He loved it, it pretty much complimented all his outfits, and it was pretty cozy as well.

"Don't worry your pretty little head on that one, he loves you. Everything will go as planned." He smiled and slipped on his jacket, feeling the cold leather fitting snugly on his frame, completing his outfit. He looked down at himself, taking in his outfit before looking up at Natasha.

"Well, h-how do I look." She studied his outfit; from the white collared shirt that exposed his chest a little, covered with his signature brown leather jacket, and finished off with dark blue jeans that hugged his legs perfectly and black dress shoes. Needless to say, he looked rather dashing.

"Like Stark is the luckiest man alive." She replied. He blushed a little bit, but smiled again nonetheless. Truthfully, he felt that he himself was the lucky one rather than Tony. He felt the genius could have anybody he wanted, and he chose him; someone who's no more than just a kid from Brooklyn who got lucky, in his own words. "He's waiting for you. I wouldn't keep him waiting if I were you."

He nodded and moved over towards the door, holding it open but not walking through it just yet. He looked over his shoulder and asked: "h-how do you feel being b-back in the compound?" And she only shrugged in response, but she didn't need to say anything for him to already know what she wanted to say. She just smiled, and it was the look in her eyes that told him everything he needed to know. It was the type of connection they had, where they didn't need to say much to convey how the other was feeling. So, he nodded his head and gave one last smile and said: "feels like home to me t-too", before he finally walked out of his room and closed the door.

It was surreal to think that they've come so far; from practically betraying each other, watching the other practically die and go through immense pain, to finally getting together and living under the Avengers Compound once more. It was nice to see a familiar place that he's missed more than anything, and he wouldn't be lying if he said he was shocked that the government even let him back on New York soil.