Warnings: Same warnings apply as part one, which you should read before this one :)
I wrote this based on some shit that's been happening in my life recently, so I put myself into this. oof
Steve's POV
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I woke up to a feeling of emptiness in my arms. I sat up groggily.
"Tony?" I called out softly. He was no where to be seen.
I sighed and heaved myself out of bed, slipping out of my tank top and grabbing some work out clothes and a towel. I scanned the room one more time, looking for my billionaire, but he wasn't there.
I left the room, heading down to the gym for my daily workout
Tony's POV
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I rubbed my temples, letting out a deep breath.
"You're ok Tony, you're ok." I muttered to myself.
I paced around my lab. I had woken up in Steve's arms this morning, after an intense nightmare. They'd been happening for a while, but they'd been getting worse lately, and a lot of them involved Steve being hurt or killed while I watched.
I came down here as to not disturb Steve's sleep.
Just because I was broken and couldn't sleep doesn't mean I should rob him of his, right?
The little voice in my head was making me go crazy.
You don't deserve him. You're worthless.
Nobody will ever have the capability to ever love you.
You're pathetic.
Shut up, nobody wants to here what you have to say.
Your father was right about you, about all of it.
I shook my head, pacing faster and faster. I slammed my head into the wall, the pain shooting through my body, but it made the voice shut up.
Maybe it was right. Maybe I didn't deserve Steve. I don't.
Steve's POV
I walked by Tony's lab after about an hour of working out. The glass was set into dark mode, not letting anyone see inside.
"Jarvis, is Tony in there?"
"Hello Captain Rogers, yes, Mr Stark is inside, but he told me not to let anyone enter. I'm sorry." The British intelligence replied.
"Is he at least ok?" I said.
"I'm afraid i don't really know, I have my concerns."
"What? What's wrong?" I was starting to panic.
"He seems to be having frequent anxiety attacks, and his heartbeat is showing increased stress. He has also started to consume alcohol." Jarvis replied.
"Let me in." I said, storming towards the door.
"I'm afraid I can't let..."
"just do it!" I yelled, cutting the voice off.
"Very well." The door slid open, and I rushed in.
I found Tony slumped against the wall, half empty bottle of scotch in his hand.
"Tony!" I yelled, almost running towards him.
"Steve..." he mumbled. I crouched down next to him.
"Why are you doing this to yourself sweetie, why?" I said softly, looking into his hazel eyes.
They were red and puffy, from lack of sleep and crying.
"I'm fine..." Tony choked out, voice laced with pain.
"No you're not." I replied, taking his hand in mine. He pulled it away.
"Hey, what's wrong? You can talk to me." I said.
"I-I don't deserve you..." he said, sobbing.
"What makes you say that." I leaned closer.
"I'm broken Steve, I'm broken. Shattered. Hopeless. Pathetic." He was on the verge of tears.
"Hey." I whispered, cupping his face.
"No, no you're not. I love you Tony, nothing will ever make me think less of you. I love you, listen to me. You may be broken, but I'm here to help put you back together." I pleaded, feeling the tears roll down my cheeks.
"You, you love me?" Tony was choking on his tears.
"I do, with all my heart." I said, staring straight into his eyes.
"I-I love you too." He stuttered. I beamed and kissed him softly.
He kissed back, and I could taste the salty tears from both our eyes. I pulled away, keeping my hands cupped around his face.
"Why do you think you're broken?" I whispered, and he tensed.
"I-I've been having these nightmares, and they're only getting worse. Sometimes I feel like I'm on fire, but burning from the inside out. Others I'm trapped, tied down as the torture everyone I love in front of me. I have to listen to their screams, yours included. I feel like I'm drowning in some, and slowly being deprived of oxygen in others. I cant sleep Steve, I'm so scared, so petrified of closing my eyes."
The smaller man was laying his head in my hands, trying to get away.
"Tony, I'm so sorry." Was all I could get out.
I enveloped him in a tight hug, and we sat on the floor of the lab, cuddling for the entire afternoon, Tony's quiet sobs occasionally breaking the silence.
"You May be broken Tony, yes but I will do anything to put you back together again. Piece by piece." I whispered, tousling his brown locks.
"Really?" He sobbed.
"Yes Tony, baby I love you, I will never let you go."
"I love you too." He snuggled farther into my chest, and I listened to his soft breaths, lining up with my heartbeat, as I shared his pain, helping him, putting a few of the pieces back.
He might not be totally fixed, but it helped. I still worried, every time I comforted him it worked for a little bit before he hated himself again.
Maybe he needs help. I need to help him. Or you might lose him.
I felt tears spring into my eyes at the thought of losing Tony.
It won't happen. Ever.
