Dsmp and Avengers crossover

A/n (story at the end cause I don't want to get in the way of the chapter but I swear it's worth it)

Steve POV:

My eyes slowly open, the lights of the infirmary almost to bright to handle. I cover my eyes with the back of my hand rolling over to stand up. As I put weight on my leg I let out a hiss of pain. Right, I forgot about that. I should probably go check on Tommy, he doesn't know what's been going on. I start to walk towards the door with a slight limp. I travel down the hall, the guards probably put him back in his cell because they had to help us with Dream. As I walk down the hall I see a glimpse of of Tony before he runs off again. Looks like he's heading towards the elevator. I reach the hall where Tommy's cell is and I start to slow down. I don't want to scare the poor kid. As I finally get to the cell I see him staring blankly at the wall. I knock before walking into the cell.

"Hey kid, how's it going?" I ask. He glances at me his guard is up for some reason. He sighs quietly before whispering "Steve. What the hell is going on? No one tells me anything." I bite my tongue. How much should I tell him? I look at him with worried eyes. He deserves answers. "Dream came here looking for you," Tommy immediately closes off, his shoulders hunching a bit more, and his posture became I little more protective. I continue talking "Tommy. He said some... things. About you." Fear takes over Tommy's face as he starts stammering out words "I-I-I sw-swear what-t-t ever-r he t-t-told you wasn't-t t-tr-tr-true. P-p-please don't-t-t-t let him t-take me,p-p-pl-pl-please." Tommy's hands are shaking violently. I shush him trying to soothe his nerves, "it's ok, we won't let him take you."

After Tommy is calm I stand up. I have to go back to the infirmary to rewrap my leg and have Bruce look at it. I leave Tommy to himself. it'll be ok.

Tommy's POV:

I'm losing my mind. The guards dumped me in here and ran off. Dream apparently attacked the tower looking for me. Phil, Techno, and Ghostbur are on the loose in the city. And I'm all alone. Steve had to leave, something about his leg? I don't know. I wasn't paying attention.

Steve's footsteps fade from earshot and I just sit. Silence, I used to have so little, but now that's all I have, Logstedshire was always so quiet. Just me. Alone. Sometimes Dream. He was all I had left. Tubbo hates me. Dream is my best and only friend. He's the only one that really cares about me.

I hear multiple pairs of foot steps coming down the hall. I hear the quiet whispering of guards, "where the fuck are we supposed to put him?" "How the hell am I supposed to know they just said lock him up!" "Do we put him with the kid?" "I mean maybe he can keep the kid company, he always seems so bored" "ok let's just do that then" "ok"

My cell door opens and closes.
I can't breathe.
Someone help me.
Please.
They put Dream in here with me.
My tormentor.
My captivator.
My warden.
My keeper.
My visitor.
My friend.
My only friend
My best friend.
Dream is my best friend.
Why was I so scared for a second?
It's just Dream.
My best friend Dream.
I haul Dream over to the wall so he can comfortably sit up when he wakes up. I need to take care of him. He took care of me. He cares for me. So I need to care for him. He starts to stir. I sit ready to help him if he needs. Anything for Dream. Dreams eyes open slightly and he glances around. He sees me. He's staring at me. No, wait, he's glaring at me. He's... mad? Why? What did I do? I try to ignore the fear I feel as I speak up. "D-Dr-Dream! Are you ok-k-k? Are y-you hurt-t? Is th-th-there anything I-I can do to help you? Just-t-t let-t—" "Shut up Thomas." Dream interrupts me. I stop talking. I stare at the floor. "And stop that irritating stutter of yours. It's annoying as hell" I don't speak. "You tried to escape me. You thought you could get away. You tried to disobey me. And look where that got you. Back in a cage. With me to keep you in line. What did those people put there tell you? That they cared for you? That you deserve better? That you're a good person? They lied to you. They don't care about you, only I do. You're not a good person, no one besides me could ever love you. And everything that's happened to you has been deserved. I'm staring at the ground still, holding back tears. Dream grabs my chin and lifts it to look into his eyes. The eyes of the man who tortured me. The eyes of the man who protected me. The eyes of the man who is my last friend and the only one I can trust. He holds his arms out to me and I grasp him in a hug. He's right. I'm a bad person and he's the only person who will ever love me.

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A/n (STORY TIME!!! So my dumbass Spanish teacher who I'll call Sra. X is actually awful as shit and needs to get it together. I don't want to sound dramatic but she might actually get some of us sick because of this thing she did.
So my Spanish teacher wanted to try and be nice and give us hot chocolate and Pan de los muertos for the day of the dead so she comes in with a thermos of milk but the thermos isn't working so she borrows a CROCKPOT from the other Spanish teacher and is trying to heat the milk up in there. But she doesn't know how to use a crockpot so she's like "guys I don't know how to use a crockpot" but eventually turns it on. So I finished my warm up and she comes over to me AND SAYS "the girls bathroom has soap right?" I nod " can you take this ladle to the girls BATHROOM AND WASH IT OFF WITH HAND SOAP BECAUSE IT HAS SOME GUNK ON IT" I don't even know what to think so I do it. She borrowed both the ladle and the crockpot from the other Spanish teacher so I know that if the ladle isn't clean the crockpot is DEFINITELY not clean. I get back from the bathroom and she has me put the spoon on A DIRTY DESK like wtf?!?! Shes also having me use the little mixing wand to stir the hot chocolate but the second I put it in and turn it on she has me take it out so the hot chocolate ISNT EVEN ALL THE WAY MIXED. ALSO She's so distracted that she has us do like two question the whole class and then a word search so I do these two questions and the moment I sit down I hear her say "oh no I dropped 'insert name of spiny mix thing here'" like bro wtf I just sat down. So I rush to finish the questions and while I'm doing them she's RUSHING ME AND IS LIKE "—— are you done yet? Can you help me?" Like this is class I should be doing work. Since she fucking dropped the mixing thing she tells me to GO WASH THAT IN THE BATHROOM TOO. WHAT THE FUCKING SHIT?!?! After I came back I sat down and didn't help her anymore. Also don't worry I told my friends and got as many people as possible to not drink the hot chocolate. Also somewhere in the process she made me pass out the bread, which was actually really good, BUT THE WAY SHE CUT THE SLICES WAS HORRENDOUS. It kinda looked like this. The yellow is how she cut it first and then the blue is how she made it into even smaller pieces. (Image below)