Chapter two.

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"Hey, hey it's alright Tony. It's all over now." Steve comforted. Rubbing Tonys back.

Tony just shook his head and buried it deeper into Steve's chest.

"Hey, dry those tears soldier." Steve said quietly as he tried to bring Tonys sobs down.

Tony slowly calmed down enough for his sobs to only be small whimpers.

Steve got up, and put Tony down on the ground and tried to lead him up to his bedroom.

Tony shook his head and buried his face back into Steve's chest.

Steve continued to try to lead him to his room.

I stood up and walked over to them.

"Here let me try." I said as I pried Tony off of Steve.

As soon as he was detached, Tony turned and latched onto me.

"Tony. I need you to jump okay? It will be a lot easier and faster. Can you do that?" I ask as I try to stop the sob that was coming.

He slowly nodded and jumped. I caught him by the waist and held onto him, carrying him to the elevator.

He clung onto me and had his head buried into my shoulder.

I could feel my shirt growing damp from his tears as I continued to hold him.

"Hey, Tony. It's alright. It's all over now." I tried.

Tony just let out a heart wrenching sob and clung onto me tighter.

"Alright, you can cling to me as much as you want. I don't mind." I said as I stepped into the elevator.

"I'm s-so sorry." He whimpered.

"I know, I know. We forgive you."

"I didn't mean to. I-I swear." He sobbed.

"You didn't mean to drink?" I asked confused.

"D-Didn't mean to h-hurt." His sobs increase.

"Who? Who did you hurt?" I asked, rubbing his back.

"M-Mommy and da-addy." He sobs and clutched onto me tighter.

"Shh Tony. It wasn't your fault." I soothed, extremely confused.

He shook his head and continued to sob as I walked out of the elevator and into his penthouse.

I stepped inside his room and laid him down on his bed, unprying his hands from my shirt.

"I'll be right back. I'm going to go get you some pajamas and a wet rag."

I walked to the closet and grabbed some sweatpants.

When I came back with the pants and the wet rag, Tony was curled up in the center of his humongous bed, whimpering and sniffling.

When I tried to move him to the side he looked me right in the eyes and said,

"I didn't mean too. I swear."

"I know. It's okay, we don't blame you." I soothed as I hugged him.

"Okay so do you need help?" I asked, referring to the sweatpants.

I took his silence as a yes and unbuttoned his suit blazer. Then taking off the tie and under shirt.

I moved to where I could slip on his underwear and pants.

"Stand up." I said.

He did and I pulled the clothing to his waist.

I gently laid down the sniffling man and ran the cool wet clothe over his face.

After I finished I pulled the sheet from under him and pulled it tight around him.

As I was walking out the door I heard a small voice say:

"Please... Don't leave."

I turned around and nodded, walking back to his bed and climbed in the opposite side.

After I was comfortable under the covers, I felt the bed shift slowly towards me and then stopping. Then the bed shifted slowly again before stopping.

"Come here Stark." I said, opening my arms.

Before I knew it, Tony was by my side and curled up next to me, his head on my chest.

When I glanced down I saw his thumb inside his mouth.

I ran my fingers through his sweaty hair until I heard a soft snore.

"Kick me in your sleep Stark, I'll kill you." I muttered before closing my eyes.

>- Tonys P.O.V. - <

I woke up in my bed, checking the clock I read that it was 3:19.

I moved to sit up when I felt something wrapped around my back and waist, keeping me down.

I looked down and saw Clint drooling onto one of my pillows.

I unwrapped his arms from around me and moved to the edge of the bed quietly.

When I moved to sit down on the side of the bed, pain shot up from my ass.

"JESUS FUCKING HELL." I yelled, standing up and rubbing the sting out of my butt.

"Good morning to you too sweetheart." I heard Clint chuckle.

"Why the fuck are you in my bed? Why does my ass hurt? Wait. Did I get that drunk last night? DID YOU FUCK ME?" I yelled, watching Clint's face for any hints on if I was right or not.

"Calm down Stark. I didn't fuck you. But I did carry you to your bed while you were sobbing. Then dressed you. You have bragging rights by the way." Clint whistled.

"God I was drunk." I mutter, rubbing my face with my hands. "What's Steve going to say? I bet he saw me here. Why did I go to that party. Clint, please don't tell Steve!" I begged.

Clint looked at me confused. "He already knows."

Fuck. Fuck. Fuckity fuck fuck fuck. "That's that then. I'm running away."

"He beat your ass. That's why I carried you up here while you were sobbing, sucking your thumb, the whole nine yards."

I felt all the color drain from my face, and my cheeks heating up.

"Get out." I said, pointing to the door.

"What?" He asked, looking at me dumbly.

"Out. The door. Bye."

He looked at me weirdly before walking out the door, shutting it in the process.

My secret was out.

Fuck.

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