HOMELESS ~•Tony Stark X Reader•~

Part 15

For everyone who was wanting a new chapter!! Sorry it took so long!!

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Tonys head was spinning.

Why had they came back? Why did they have to try and everything for him- again.

He didn't know why, but seeing them again, trying to find him only confused him. Did they want to finish ether job steve couldn't? Or did they actually care?

He couldn't stop his brain from going into overload on a good day- but now ... now he felt like his head was goofing to explode. But worse of all he had a weight fall once again upon his chest- and no - it wasn't the reactor. He could feel his chest tense, almost restricting his airways.

He jumped up off the sofa where you were both sat. His breaths were coming fast and they were extremely rapid. His heart was thumping within his rib cadge and his head was throbbing.

" howard..."

" I I need to go."

And with that he had ran out of the door and left you alone and confused. You ran after him, but before you had even reached the door he had rounded the corner, and disappeared out of sight.

You sighed and ran a hand through your hair. Knowing that Howard would return when he was ready, you decided it was best to go back inside and wait for him to calm down.

He seemed stressed. But that was hyped when the visitors came. You didn't understand why, but you knew he would come back, and somehow that gave you comfort.

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His chest rose and sunk in laboured breathes, as his brain went into auto piolet. His hand went to his chest, his fingers gripping against the cool metal weighing down on his lungs as he struggled forward. Exhaustion was consuming him. He rounded another corner and reached out to steady himself on the nearby wall.

The back alley was narrow and dark. He didn't feel threatened, but he didn't have a lot of brain power left to really know what to do. He pressed his back against the cool feel of the old brick wall, and rested his head on it too as he leaned back.

His legs gave up on him - typical. And he slowly slide down the wall as he felt the warm tears fall down his face. Eventually he felt the tears dry up, and he breathing return to normal. He slowly looked down at his chest through a slightly blurred image of the tears, and unbuttoned his shirt revealing the bandages. He pulled them down to see the arc reactors light illuminate the alley.

But it was surrounded by inflamed, angry looking skin. He took a few more steadying breathes, before putting everything back into place. He pulled himself up from the dusty ground, and brushed himself off , knowing your hate of unnecessary dust and dirt being brought Into the house.

He wiped his eyes off again, and Hoping he looked alright - started his journey back to your house.

As he came closer, something hit him. It hit him hard.

He stood in front of your small house, and the word no longer felt right...

It was his home.

You were his home.