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Will laughed. “I like your way of thinking.” He gave Tony a bright smile. “So, where exactly are you taking me?”

Tony offhandedly gestured down the sidewalk —- where a bar that he used to frequent sat on the corner. “It’s down the street a little ways more.” He smiled and re-crossed his arms over his chest. “I don’t go to this bar nearly as often as I used to.” 

“Why not? Will asked, sliding his hands down into his pockets as they continued walking.

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Will thought about her words as he held her close. The sun rose slowly outside.

“Do…” He paused, wondering if he really had the right to ask. “Do you get nightmares, too?” And, dammit, his voice came out sounding like a fucking scared five year old. He always got a little clingy after a nightmare.

Deanna curled next to him without a second though, blinking as the sun rose before looking at him with a sigh.

His voice hit her close to home, reminding her of Sam when he was afraid. “Ever since my mom died when I was four.” She replied quietly, surprised by how honest she was being with him and didn’t even bother to say how she’s been improving though she wasn’t and she knew he could see through her lies.

Will stroked the back of her hand with his thumb, lowering their hands from his chest to his lap. “That’s a long time.” He said quietly. He had only started having his when he went to war. It felt like an eternity, though.

Deanna shivered to the gentle touch, glancing down at their hands and found herself shifting closer to him. “I still remember my mom being engulfed in the flames and my father’s screams…” Take your brother outside as fast as you can- don’t look back. Now, Deanna. GO! Of course, she made the mistake of looking back and that was only the beginning. “I know that feeling…” She added on, speaking about crying out in her sleep and waking up with nothing but terror clawing at her. 

Will shivered at her words. That had to of been horrifying. He kissed her knuckles, deciding it was best not to comment.

“What time is it?” he asked after a bit. “Do you want to go hunt down some breakfast?”

Nightmares || Closed RP

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His breathing had returned somewhat back to normal. He closed his eyes, leaning his head back against the headboard, Deanna’s hand still pressed to his chest.

“I’m sorry,” He whispered, voice rough. “I…I didn’t mean to wake you up. I…sorry.”

Deanna relaxed once she felt his heartbeat slow down and notice his breathing turning to normal. Curling close to him, she gently rubbed her fingers on his chest before shaking her head with a sigh.

“No, no, it’s okay.” Deanna whispered soothingly. “I understand…” She bit her lip at  her words and kissed him softly before nuzzling his neck with a sigh. 

Will thought about her words as he held her close. The sun rose slowly outside.

“Do…” He paused, wondering if he really had the right to ask. “Do you get nightmares, too?” And, dammit, his voice came out sounding like a fucking scared five year old. He always got a little clingy after a nightmare.

Deanna curled next to him without a second though, blinking as the sun rose before looking at him with a sigh.

His voice hit her close to home, reminding her of Sam when he was afraid. “Ever since my mom died when I was four.” She replied quietly, surprised by how honest she was being with him and didn’t even bother to say how she’s been improving though she wasn’t and she knew he could see through her lies.

Will stroked the back of her hand with his thumb, lowering their hands from his chest to his lap. “That’s a long time.” He said quietly. He had only started having his when he went to war. It felt like an eternity, though.

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The barest hint of a smile tugged at the corners of Tony’s lips. “You’ll never be bored.” He couldn’t have said a more true statement. New York was always bustling with life — one of the reasons why Tony enjoyed living here so much. 

“That’s good,” Will said with a smile. “I hate being bored.”

Will could tell Tony loved the city by the way he talked about it. It sounded almost like he used to be about the war.

Tony slid his hands from his pockets and crossed his arms over his chest, just barely concealing the glow of the arc reactor. “My name and the word bored never get used in the same sentence.” He chuckled. “And if it does, something is terribly wrong.” 

Will laughed. “I like your way of thinking.” He gave Tony a bright smile. “So, where exactly are you taking me?”

Nightmares || Closed RP

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Will leaned into Deanna’s touch gratefully, trying to get his breathing under control. He knew she didn’t believe her words, but he was grateful she said them anyway.

He grabbed blindly for one of her hands, catching it between both of his and holding it to his chest, trying to ground himself.

Deanna kept her hold on him, running her fingers through his hair gently still as she murmured soothingly. “It’s okay..” She murmured again, knowing that it was helping him somewhat at least.

Feeling the grab for her hand, she could feel his racing heart and pressed a small kiss to his temple as she stayed quiet, letting him breath and get his sense of reality back. 

His breathing had returned somewhat back to normal. He closed his eyes, leaning his head back against the headboard, Deanna’s hand still pressed to his chest.

“I’m sorry,” He whispered, voice rough. “I…I didn’t mean to wake you up. I…sorry.”

Deanna relaxed once she felt his heartbeat slow down and notice his breathing turning to normal. Curling close to him, she gently rubbed her fingers on his chest before shaking her head with a sigh.

“No, no, it’s okay.” Deanna whispered soothingly. “I understand…” She bit her lip at  her words and kissed him softly before nuzzling his neck with a sigh. 

Will thought about her words as he held her close. The sun rose slowly outside.

“Do…” He paused, wondering if he really had the right to ask. “Do you get nightmares, too?” And, dammit, his voice came out sounding like a fucking scared five year old. He always got a little clingy after a nightmare.

Nightmares || Closed RP

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Will came back to reality violently, snapping awake in a flurry of motion, remnants of the nightmare still clawing at the corners of his mind. He couldn’t get air into his body fast enough, sucking it in in heaving gulps.

But then he saw Deanna above him, and the tightness in his eased a bit. Her worried face gave him something to focus on, but he was still shaken.

Deanna jerked back slightly as he woke up before instantly going back to his side, gently rubbing his back as he took in those heavy breaths of air. It was weird seeing it happen to someone else since she was so used to waking up the same way and it hurt to see that pain along his features.

“Hey…” Deanna whispered, voice soft an careful as she gently pulled him into her arms. “It’s over. You’re okay…” She murmured, knowing it was a lie but said it anyway and she gently ran her fingers through his hair, soothing him the best she could.

Will leaned into Deanna’s touch gratefully, trying to get his breathing under control. He knew she didn’t believe her words, but he was grateful she said them anyway.

He grabbed blindly for one of her hands, catching it between both of his and holding it to his chest, trying to ground himself.

Deanna kept her hold on him, running her fingers through his hair gently still as she murmured soothingly. “It’s okay..” She murmured again, knowing that it was helping him somewhat at least.

Feeling the grab for her hand, she could feel his racing heart and pressed a small kiss to his temple as she stayed quiet, letting him breath and get his sense of reality back. 

His breathing had returned somewhat back to normal. He closed his eyes, leaning his head back against the headboard, Deanna’s hand still pressed to his chest.

“I’m sorry,” He whispered, voice rough. “I…I didn’t mean to wake you up. I…sorry.”

Nightmares || Closed RP

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The man exploded behind him. The shock waves to the ground, knocking him breathless under the weight of the suit.

“Will!” The cry was distant, too far off.

“I’m sorry!” He cried. “There were too many locks, too many…”

The man’s face was stuck in his mind. His wife and kids were alone now, now that he was gone. Guilt closed like an iron cage around Will’s heart. “I’m sorry.”

Deanna listened to him cry out, sounding so familiar to her own when she saw people die before her eyes. Fuck.

“It’s just a dream! You’re not there!” Deanna cried out again, shifting and shaking him now.

Her eyes were wide, alert and concerned as she kept her grip tight on him.

“Will! Baby, it’s okay!” Deanna cried out again, keeping her entire focus on him now, wincing a bit at the slow light rising of the sun from the window. “Will!” Deanna said again, pressing a gentle kiss along his shoulder before shaking him again.

Will came back to reality violently, snapping awake in a flurry of motion, remnants of the nightmare still clawing at the corners of his mind. He couldn’t get air into his body fast enough, sucking it in in heaving gulps.

But then he saw Deanna above him, and the tightness in his eased a bit. Her worried face gave him something to focus on, but he was still shaken.

Deanna jerked back slightly as he woke up before instantly going back to his side, gently rubbing his back as he took in those heavy breaths of air. It was weird seeing it happen to someone else since she was so used to waking up the same way and it hurt to see that pain along his features.

“Hey…” Deanna whispered, voice soft an careful as she gently pulled him into her arms. “It’s over. You’re okay…” She murmured, knowing it was a lie but said it anyway and she gently ran her fingers through his hair, soothing him the best she could.

Will leaned into Deanna’s touch gratefully, trying to get his breathing under control. He knew she didn’t believe her words, but he was grateful she said them anyway.

He grabbed blindly for one of her hands, catching it between both of his and holding it to his chest, trying to ground himself.

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Nightmares || Closed RP

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Nightmares were something Deanna has been having since she was young, ever since she saw her mother die in the demonic fire that changed her life forever. 

Rarely though was she able to fall into a dreamless sleep of just colors and darkness, better than seeing the people she loved die and the souls she tortured.

Startled awake by movement beside her, Deanna looked over and found Will, the solider she met the night before moving in sleep and look on his face was all she needed to know. 

“Will!” Deanna called, sitting up slightly to shake him gently as she tried to wake him up. “It’s just a dream. Wake up!” She spoke as she continued to nudge and shake him. It was easy for her to see he was in pain and it didn’t take rocket science to know he was dreaming of war. After all, she knew knew what it as like to still hear the screams…

The man exploded behind him. The shock waves to the ground, knocking him breathless under the weight of the suit.

“Will!” The cry was distant, too far off.

“I’m sorry!” He cried. “There were too many locks, too many…”

The man’s face was stuck in his mind. His wife and kids were alone now, now that he was gone. Guilt closed like an iron cage around Will’s heart. “I’m sorry.”

Deanna listened to him cry out, sounding so familiar to her own when she saw people die before her eyes. Fuck.

“It’s just a dream! You’re not there!” Deanna cried out again, shifting and shaking him now.

Her eyes were wide, alert and concerned as she kept her grip tight on him.

“Will! Baby, it’s okay!” Deanna cried out again, keeping her entire focus on him now, wincing a bit at the slow light rising of the sun from the window. “Will!” Deanna said again, pressing a gentle kiss along his shoulder before shaking him again.

Will came back to reality violently, snapping awake in a flurry of motion, remnants of the nightmare still clawing at the corners of his mind. He couldn’t get air into his body fast enough, sucking it in in heaving gulps.

But then he saw Deanna above him, and the tightness in his chest eased a bit. Her worried face gave him something to focus on, but he was still shaken.

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The more William spoke, the more sympathy Tony felt towards him. It seemed like he’d had it pretty rough from college up until this point. His blood ran cold at the mention of Afghanistan; he’d gone there for a weapons demonstration, only to be kidnapped and held in captivity for three months. Tony cleared his throat, deciding to change the subject and move in a less somber route. “So, what brings you to New York then?”

“Well, I didn’t really have anywhere to go when I got home from the war, and I’ve always wanted to see New York.” Will shrugged. “So, here I am.” He said with a small smile.

The barest hint of a smile tugged at the corners of Tony’s lips. “You’ll never be bored.” He couldn’t have said a more true statement. New York was always bustling with life — one of the reasons why Tony enjoyed living here so much. 

“That’s good,” Will said with a smile. “I hate being bored.”

Will could tell Tony loved the city by the way he talked about it. It sounded almost like he used to be about the war.

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Will was dreaming. He knew he was dreaming, but he couldn’t bring himself out of it.

He was dreaming about the suicide bomber again. He seemed to be coming back to haunt Will more often these days.

“I can’t help you.” Will screamed, praying the man could understand him. “I can’t help you! There are too many locks, I’m sorry!”

The man was talking fast, but Will didn’t know his language, had no clue what he was saying. “I’m sorry! I know, I’m sorry!” The timer on the man’s chest was ticking down, inching too close to zero. “I’m sorry!” He cried again and he turned and he ran.

Nightmares were something Deanna has been having since she was young, ever since she saw her mother die in the demonic fire that changed her life forever. 

Rarely though was she able to fall into a dreamless sleep of just colors and darkness, better than seeing the people she loved die and the souls she tortured.

Startled awake by movement beside her, Deanna looked over and found Will, the solider she met the night before moving in sleep and look on his face was all she needed to know. 

“Will!” Deanna called, sitting up slightly to shake him gently as she tried to wake him up. “It’s just a dream. Wake up!” She spoke as she continued to nudge and shake him. It was easy for her to see he was in pain and it didn’t take rocket science to know he was dreaming of war. After all, she knew knew what it as like to still hear the screams…

The man exploded behind him. The shock waves to the ground, knocking him breathless under the weight of the suit.

“Will!” The cry was distant, too far off.

“I’m sorry!” He cried. “There were too many locks, too many…”

The man’s face was stuck in his mind. His wife and kids were alone now, now that he was gone. Guilt closed like an iron cage around Will’s heart. “I’m sorry.”

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Will was dreaming. He knew he was dreaming, but he couldn’t bring himself out of it.

He was dreaming about the suicide bomber again. He seemed to be coming back to haunt Will more often these days.

“I can’t help you.” Will screamed, praying the man could understand him. “I can’t help you! There are too many locks, I’m sorry!”

The man was talking fast, but Will didn’t know his language, had no clue what he was saying. “I’m sorry! I know, I’m sorry!” The timer on the man’s chest was ticking down, inching too close to zero. “I’m sorry!” He cried again and he turned and he ran.