|CHAPTER 33: LET ME|

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I'll love you, but just this twice.

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It was getting more harder and harder to breath, he shifted around, beads of sweat scattering themselves simultaneously on his forehead.

His chest was rising and falling in a harsh manner.

His eyes were screwed shut, but he saw.

He was seeing everything again.

The aliens.

The explosions.

He could hear the screams, he could see the people dying.

He could see his very soul getting snatched away from him as he sacrificed what he had for all of them.

As he drove that nuke upwards, he felt cold.

His chest tightened in a tortuously painful way, and the air wouldn't make it in.

Darkness consumed him, his pants never ceasing, and it took him a while to actually open his eyes and realise that he was drenched in sweat in his bedroom.

The tightening in his chest didn't leave him, and he had to grab his chest in pain, in fear that his life would actually end right now.

Turning around sharply, the disappointment and the fear doubled at finding the bed cold, and empty.

"Evelyn!" He barely even breathed it out, calling out to her like a pathetic weakling.

She wasn't there to save him, he would have to face this on his own.

His harsh grip tore open his shirt from in front, displaying the ragged, ugly, scar in the centre of his chest.

He felt like dying.

Not being able to breath was convincing him that he was already living his last moments, that was until.

"It's me, it's me. I'm here. I'm right beside you, Tony." She slowly soothed him out of his panic attack, brushing away his brown hair that was soaked in his sweat, and he was eternally grateful for her in that moment.

"It's okay. You're okay, just breath with me." Evelyn nodded, brushing her knuckles against his cheek as he breathed in.

His worries all diminished with the sound of her voice.

She had both her hands in his hair, tracing random patterns, an action he learned to love.

And slowly, he found himself inhaling without the stinging pain.

"I'm here." She shook her head, she didn't leave.

She was here.

She didn't leave, and that was it for him.

"Fuck it. Just fuck it. Fuck everything. I love you."

And Tony Stark had said the words to her.

The words she always wanted to hear, and with no other words exchanged, he captured her lips ever so aggressively, wanting every inch of her.

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