Part 2 of 2 Part 1 can be found here. Pairing: Steve & Tony Warnings: Dark-ish, Ghost Story, Past character death, Ambiguous ending which may or may not be interpreted as character death Notes: For 890fifthâs final round. Iâm very late, but I wanted to do something. The time and setting are a bit wishy washy and I didnât put as much thought in as I should have for that, butâŚcâest la vie. Also note to future self. Donât write ghost stories at night. Just donât do it.
That night when he returned to the house, he was distracted, thinking of the thin, dripping man. Steve, Ms. Carter had called him. Tony was first and foremost a man of science, and he had never believed in ghosts or spirits, and yet he also could not deny what he saw. The only way to solve the mystery was experimentation.
When night fell, he attempted to sleep, but as always, he jolted himself awake, the desert sun blinding in his eyes and blood on his tongue. He ripped the covers away and swung his legs over the side of the bed. Outside, a steady drizzle was tapping on the windows, and the wind made the house creak and groan. Tony stared into the gloom of the world beyond his door and formulated a plan.
As per usual, he made his way down to his workshop, rolling up his sleeves and donning his wood-working apron. But instead of closing the door and drifting away into the world of design and engineering, he kept half of his mind focused on the house, on the gaping blackness beyond the threshold, and waited for Steve.
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