• He buried his head in her neck breathing her in, Tony felt like his heart was going to fall any second, like he was going to wake up now. He clung to her body,
afraid if he let go
the dream was going to end. •
...
~ I had all and then most of you, some and now none of you
Take me back to the night we met.
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Lainey's POV
I walked the stairs down in need of a glass of water. They told me Bucky was coming tomorrow, he'd stayed behind, something to do with the quinjet, I was ecstatic, the others were situated in the guest rooms, Clint sharing a bed bunk with Sam, Nat and Steve sort of ended up together after lingering looks at each other. And Tony he—
"Stop." A whisper came from the living room. I frowned. "No." Again, a whimper next. I walked to the laid couch where Tony was sleeping or, having a nightmare.
I kneeled in front of him placing a hand in his shoulder. "Hey. Tony." He didn't wake up, whimpering and frowning, he was sweating. My heart broke at the sight. I shook him again, he just contorted and hugged the pillow harder. "Anthony!" I whisper shouted. He woke up abruptly. He frowned looking at me, sweat dripping of his forehead.
He stared a second, like he didn't remember where he was. "Are you okay?" I whispered. He gulped wiping his forehead. He nodded.
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He walked to the sink quietly, he was wearing shorts and a blue undershirt. "Tony." I said following him.
"I'm okay." I stood across him at the kitchen island. He washed his face and stood there frozen. I wanted to hug him, hold him. But I could see the broken heart in him, I felt like the bad guy, I... was the bad guy. I walked to the sink next to him filling up a glass.
"What are you doing up?" He finally said, I scoffed.
"I couldn't sleep." How ironic. He nodded. "Tony I'm so—-"
"Don't. Don't finish that." I bit my cheek. Flashbacks from that damned night came to me. He looked at me, pain vivid in his eyes. "I just can't—-" he shook his head, it seemed as if he was fighting a battle inside. "I can't grasp it. I can't believe it. You were—-" he looked around. "Here. All this time, all these years."
