[There's a moment of surprise when Billy wraps his arms around him, because he certainly wasn't expecting it. Maybe a nod of acknowledgement, another hollow apology he'd heard from countless other people. But this was silent, and it was kind. And after that moment passes, he doesn't hesitate to pull his own arms around Billy's shoulders, lungs filling with a deep breath as heat pressed against his eyes again.
It's a simple gesture. But it speaks so much.
Maybe he would ruin Billy's entire image of Iron Man, of Tony Stark--such a great man, a superhero who would never hesitate to do what he needed do to save people. That same sarcastic, billionaire smart ass always seeking a new challenge, a new idea, a new way to change the world was now a simple, pliable human, broken down to his basest components and barely holding onto himself as the woman he loved slowly died in agony the next wall over.
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It's a simple gesture. But it speaks so much.
Maybe he would ruin Billy's entire image of Iron Man, of Tony Stark--such a great man, a superhero who would never hesitate to do what he needed do to save people. That same sarcastic, billionaire smart ass always seeking a new challenge, a new idea, a new way to change the world was now a simple, pliable human, broken down to his basest components and barely holding onto himself as the woman he loved slowly died in agony the next wall over.
Yes. He did need this. So much.]