dream the bodies warm again – deathsweetqueen
Bucky/Tony
17,687 words
Bruce grits his teeth. “I don’t know what you want me to say,” he snaps. “None of us have ever seen this before, Tony. This bug never even existed until Bucky caught it. We’re charting new territory here. So, tell me, you have any bright ideas?”
Tony deflates, promptly. “No, no, I fucking don’t.” He shakes his head, bitterly. “It shouldn’t happen like this. He shouldn’t have to linger on any of it, any of that torment and suffering and misery and fucking horror those evil bastards put him through. It’s not fucking fair.” He jumps off the bed. “I’m, uh, I’m going to re-wet these rags. They’re getting a little dry,” he mutters, in an attempt to vacate the current situation as soon as possible, just for a little bit, so he can get his head on straight.
“Mission Report: December 16th, 1991.”
Tony reels to a stop, just in front of the bathroom door. When he turns around, a shuddering sort of stillness hangs in the air, like everyone’s terrified that a pin is going to drop and destroy everything.
Well, everyone except for Bucky, who groans like he’s dying and stares at Tony with filmy eyes.
“Howard Stark,” he pants. “Maria Stark.”
breaking up & making up, hurt/comfort, sick fic