I went down towards the track and smiled. This was the real reason that I wanted to come here. Handing over some money to my guy, he got me set up and into a race car. The guy making the announcements spoke up “Now entering the race track. Anthony Stark.” I looked to the box to see Steve stand up to watch me. He looked worried. Never mind. This was going to be fun.
I set off the car and started to instantly speed. This was my sport.
I watched Tony speed out. worry took over and I rushed to the railing, like that was going to do anything. He was actually really good. His car speeded past me and around all the sharp corners. I don’t know what possessed him to do this, but as long as he was having fun. I felt the sudden need to go to the pit stop area and when he finished his lap, give him the biggest hug possible. However, the stupid security guard stopped me. He let Tony in this area, why not me? Oh yeah… Tony has money. I went back to my seat, feeling more stupid than I had already felt before.
Watching Tony driving was amazing, he was so fluid with his movement. It made me think of how fluid his movement was when he was- nevermind. I shouldn’t think about that, it would make things very uncomfortable for me here. But it was hard not to think of it now.
Zoning out was a bad idea. When I focused again, there had been an accident. A driver had crashed his car and Tony was driving right towards it. Like the scene in Cars, Tony drove through the massive crash. He pulled into the pit stop and got out the car as quick as possible. I could only see him on the screen now, but I recognised the symptoms from him.
I rushed to the pit stop again. The security guard still wouldn’t let me through, until Tony started to call my name. That got me through and I went straight over to the male who was definately in the middle of an anxiety attack.
I couldn’t breathe. So much was going through my mind while I was on the track. It started off being that I needed to impress Steve- which I think I accomplished. Then it turned into that guys behaviour towards me. My throat started to grow tight at that point and I knew an attack was coming on. Only to find a fucking crash I had to dodge. I thought it was time to get off the track before I killed myself accidentally.
Steve held me close. Neither of us said anything. I could tell he wanted to, but he couldn’t for the pit crew being very loud while working. He just held my head to his chest. My eyes started to feel heavy. My face was soaking from crying. My breathing finally calmed down. I just felt extremely tired. What was today? Saturday or Sunday? I don’t even know any more. I think it is Sunday and that means school tomorrow. I look at Steve.
“What day is it?” I ask groggily. Steve chuckled, seeing how tired I had gotten. My chest was hurting, probably from the anxiety attack just adding to my heart problems.
“Saturday.” He said, “Come on, lets get you home.” And he picked me up. He carried me to the car and put me in the passenger seat. I wasn’t going to complain.
He fell asleep on the way back to his. It was adorable and frankly, I am kind of sad that I have to go home soon. I shook him awake when we got back to his and he fell back to sleep as soon as his head hit the pillow. I thought it best to leave- rather than out stay my welcome with his family. I kissed his head and walked out of the door.
a/n- okay guys. I have to put this here because as upsetting as previous chapters have been, this one is extra trigger warning and could upset readers deeply. If you get easily triggered. Don’t read it. Its neccisary for the plot, however, you do not have to actually read it.- just letting you know. I will also let you know just before the tw section starts.
After sleeping all day Sunday- literally- it was Monday. I really didn’t feel up to school today because I was still tired from Saturday. My mother was the only one concerned in my house hold though. My father was very abdimant that I go. So I pulled myself together and got dressed. My mother wrote me a note to get out of any physical exercise. If I had to run track today, I would probably end up back in the hospital- and then my dad would be pissed. Like it is somehow my fault that I had a heart attack. It’s almost as if he believes it was just an excuse for me to stay off school.
Today, I couldn’t trust myself with driving, so I had Bruce pick me up. Not that I trusted Bruce with driving, but I think I have had enough excitement these past few days.
I wasn’t used to it, and I hated it. All the eyes burning into me as I entered the building. I tried looking around for Steve before lesson started, but I had no clue where he was. Luckily he was in my lesson. To which, he turned up late. He looked very tired. It wasn’t like Steve.
“Hey, Tony.” He whispered. He took my hand and kissed it. “It’s been a very long day.” But the day had only just started. “My mother is picking me up at Lunch. I can’t handle today any more.” I just stared at him worried.
“What happened?” I asked. He just sat with his head in his hands, and he stayed like that for the full lesson. That means it was my fault.
Our second lesson was track. Steve kind of perked up a bit during that, but that is because during excercise your body releases endorphines which cheer you up. I was in my kit, sat on the side watching him. My ears started to burn. Someone was talking about me- and not in a good way. Steve ran up to me. He leaned down and rested his forhead against mine.
“My mum is here. Come round to mine tonight, Okay. I will be expecting you.” He kissed my forehead before standing up. I grabbed his arm and pulled him in again, kissing him on the lips in front of everyone. This made him both turn red and frown. I guess he wasn’t ready to be public yet.
Steve left and I smiled to myself thinking about tonight. I dropped Bruce a text, letting him know that after school I would need dropping off at Steve’s. Bruce texted back instantly and the bell went for lunch.
A/n-this is where it starts- Im sorry this is REALLY bad
I was heading to the cafeteria when I felt a hand grab me. I turned around quickly and saw Clint. His grip on my arm was tight and was getting tighter. Panic took over because I knew he wasn’t going to be friendly.
“Get off!” I demanded. I didn’t know how to fight and to be honest, I couldn’t fight with my physical health anyway.
“Anthony,” Said a voice behind me. Barely anyone called me Anthony so I knew that this was Thor. I turned around, Clint’s grip chinese burning me as I looked at the miles taller blonde male. These people were usually friendly to me.
There was a couple more people showing up. My chest started to grow tight. This wasn’t an anxiety attack, this was a panic attack.
“I think you understand your situation right now” Clint spoke. Clearly he was the ring leader in all of this. I nodded slowly. Honestly, I didn’t know what was going on, I just knew that I was in a lot of trouble. The teachers weren’t doing anything. Just walking past or in their classrooms working. Steve wasn’t in the school at the moment and I don’t know where Bruce was.
They dragged me into the bathroom. My senses all going numb as fear took over me. I got told to kneel. My head shook to say no which got followed up by a slap across the face and me being forced down. I looked up as Clint started to unzip his jeans and he let his- thing- drop out in front of me. My instinct told me to back up as my brain started to figure out what was about to happen. However, I couldn’t go any further back due to the people holding me securely in place.
“You know what to do Stark. Just like you did in the movie theatre.” Clint said. He seemed to be starting to believe his own lie.
“No. Nothing happened in that movie theatre other than you trying to force me into things I am uncomfortable with.” And I got slapped again. This was going to be a very long and scary session. It got worse when Pietro walked in with his phone, filming what was going on. I knew I was in trouble.
I couldn’t find Tony anywhere. He wasn’t in the canteen. He wasn’t in his classroom. I would have asked Clint and that lot but I thought it was best to find him on my own. The last place I could think of was the bathroom. I opened the door and there he was, laid across the floor exposed. He curled up into a tight ball when I entered. This really didn’t look right.
“Tony?” I asked and handed him my jacket. He snatched it out of my hands and wrapped himself up in it before curling up tighter.
“Can you take me home?” He said in just over a whisper.
“Sweetie. You’re going to Steve’s tonight. Remember?” Tony’s hand covered his face. It shook badly.
“Take me to lost property then. I need some new clothes.” So I did as he asked. I then took him to Steve’s. Let’s just say Steve wasn’t expecting Tony so early, nor was he expecting me to be holding him up as he walked.
Tony sat down and stared at the floor. A mug full of tea in his hand. He hadn’t touched a drop. Steve pulled me aside.
“What happened?” The blonde asked. We had caught him just after his shower so he was only sporting a towel as his attire. Normally Tony would be flirting and joking about it. But not today.
“I don’t know,” I said. “I found him on the bathroom floor.” Now that I think back, it was kind of obvious what had happened. It especially became obvious when I got sent a video of Tony sucking a guys dick. I couldn’t work out who though. Steve started to look angry. He walked up to Tony and grabbed his face roughly to face him.
“Who did it?” He asked. He wasn’t angry at Tony, he was angry at the bastard who hurt Tony.
“Um Steve, I don’t think that’s helping.” I said. Tony teared up. He whacked Steve’s hand away and ran upstairs, spilling his tea everywhere. I hated seeing my best friend like a man his. Rage filled me. I was so angry I thought I could turn green and kill everyone involved in it. But for Tony’s sake I was going to keep it together. Steve let out a long breath.
“Why would anyone do that to a person?” He asked. He doesn’t really understand this world that we live in right now. It’s confusing.
“Because people are assholes who just want to cause other people pain and misery” I explained. Steve nodded and went to go get dressed. We had an impossible task ahead of us and that was to bring Tony’s spirit up. I had no idea how we were going to do that.