Behind Enemy Lines (Avengers fanfic)(Slowly Editing)

Chapter Ten:New Feelings

No Copyright! All characters (except Araceli and Clarice) are owned by Stan Lee.

I quickly put on sweats and a shirt before running out. I ran in the closest bathroom then kneeled by the toilet before throwing up. The shower turned off. Damn.

"Who's in here,' Tony asked.

So close to avoiding him. Tony popped his head out from behind the shower curtain.

"Are you ok," Tony asked.

"Kind of."

"What's wrong?"

"Had too much too drink."

"What the hell were you doing drinking?"

"Just wanted to relieve some stress."

"Why?"

"Just have too much in my life."

He grabbed a towel and wrapped it around himself before getting out. The towel was wrapped around his waist. I flushed the toilet before getting up and walking to the sink. My whole body was shaking. I then splashed some water on my face. From the mirror I could see Tony walk up behind me. He placed a hand on my back.

"Are you ok now," Tony asks again.

"I feel better."

"How much did you have to drink last night?"

"About five beers and eleven shots of vodka."

With what it looks like a side of Thor. Damn again. I need to talk to Thor about that.

"Why did you drink so much," Tony asked.

"I wasn't planning on it. But it happened. Now I'm regretting it."

He pulled me into a hug. Even though he just took a shower his body was warm.

"I'm really sorry about making you mad yesterday," Tony mumbled into my ear.

"It's ok but."

"But what?"

I pulled out of the hug. He let me go looking a little confused.

"We need to talk," I tell him.

"About?"

"Us."

"What about us?"

"I don't think it's working out."

"Why?"

"We're just not fit to be together. We fight all the time. That's not good for a relationship."

"I can change."

"No. I don't want you changing for me."

He looked away then back at me. His eyes were filled with sadness.

"I'm sorry Tony."

"No. I'm sorry."

"Why?"

"I wanted to make this relationship work. I promised to you and it didn't happen. I'm sorry for disappointing you."

"You didn't dissapoint me. This ins't entirely your fault."

"I still feel bad."

I looked down. He put his hand under my chin and tilted it up.

"Again Tony I'm sorry."

"It's not your fault."

I looked away before opening the door to walk out. He closed the door. I stared at him perplexed. He leaned forward and kissed me. I stood there unsure what to do.