How Do You Sleep (when you lie to me)?
"You need to fix this, Tony, because I can't unless you decide to help me out here. So, work with me, please!" Rogers thrust his hands out towards him, and oh shit, he needed to protect his chest.
Tony flinched away, his hands instinctively covering his chest protectively as he leaned away in his chair pushing it back as far as he could take it, and his eyes automatically squeezed close in anticipation of the inevitable blow.
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Or post civil war angst.
Civil War Team Iron Man.
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Disclaimer: I do not own Marvel, or any of the related characters. All rights for the canonical characters and associated concepts belong to Marvel and its writers. I am not making any profit off of this story. This fanfiction is purely for entertainment purposes. There is use of foul language in this story. There are no graphically or sexually explicit scenes in this story, but since anything can serve as triggers, your media consumption is your responsibility.
Warnings: Mentions of bullying (slightly), PTSD, Panic attack.
