Note: If you guys could play "Nocturne en mi bémol majeur opus 9 n2: Balled en Sol Mineur No.2. " by Frédéric Chopin, Luis Fernando Pérez after the "ʕ•ᴥ•ʔ" because it goes really well with the shit that's about to go down. You can Okay the orchestra version or piano version. Either one sounds great with it. Anyway, carry on.
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Narrator's POV

"Mm..." Stephen groaned as he tossed in bed. He could hear the birds chirping outside, and warm rays of sunshine hit his face, but he refused to open his eyes. He didn't want to get out of bed yet. He felt pressure on the side of the bed. "Captain." He said.

There was no yip or lazy growl.

"Good boy." Stephen sighed, trying to fall asleep again.

Suddenly he felt something soft caress his face.

He groaned. "Cloak." He said.

There was a light chuckle. "Wake up, sleepy head."

His voice

"Ah!" Stephen gasped and his eyes shot open, only to see Tony sitting on the side of the bed, smiling at him. Stephen looked at him, getting a good long look. "Tony?" He asked. "Is it really you?"

Tony smiled at him.

"What time is it?" Stephen asked.

"It almost ten o'clock." Tony answered him. leaning closer to him and kissing his forehead. "I have breakfast ready downstairs." He got up, still keeping his loving eyes on Stephen.

Stephen was so lost within him, a small smile forming on his lips.

Suddenly a hand came up from behind Tony, firing a shot.

"NO!" Stephen shouted, quickly sitting up. His heart raced, his chest rose and fell quickly.

Captain had suddenly become startled and looked at Stephen, giving a yip.

Stephen looked around the his room.

There was no one besides him.

"Hah..." He sighed, looking down at his hands.

They were shaking a lot more than usual, not from pain you see, but from fear.

"Ah..." He gasped, panting for air. "Hah..." He fell back in the bed, staring up at the ceiling, tears forming in his eyes.

ʕ•ᴥ•ʔ

His breath began to hiccup on its own as he began sobbing, staring at the white ceiling above him.

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The Sanctum was very quiet.

There wasn't a single sound in the building, except for in the kitchen where the sound of sizzling originated from a pan, in which Stephen stood behind as he cooked some bacon.

He sniffled, wiping his robe's sleeve across his face, wiping the last tears from his red puffy eyes.

He grabbed two plates from one of the cabinets and placed food upon them, carrying them to the table, where Captain awaited for his breakfast. Stephen set a plate in front of Captain, then one across from the small dog for him. He took a seat across the table and began to pick at his food. "Hah..." He sighed and pushed his plate away.

Captain looked at him.

"I'm not hungry." Stephen told him.

Captain barked.

"Not now Captain." Stephen said, placing his hands up to his face taking in a deep breath.

Captain gave a low whine.

"Captain..."

Captain barked and sat on the table in front of Stephen.

Stephen paid no attention to him.

Captain barked again.

"No, Captain!" Stephen sat up from his chair so fast, he knocked it to the ground. "I'm not okay!" He said.

Captain barked at him, standing on his legs.

Stephen pointed a finger, slamming a fist on the table, tears of anger forming in his eyes. "I swear, if you say one more word, I'm gonna-"

Captains barked and continued barking, some braks dragging out into howls.

Stephen picked up his plate, still full of food, and threw it across the kitchen.

The glass plate hit the wall, shattering into pieces and food flew everywhere, along with glass.

Stephen formed a shield to protect Captain from any glass, not caring about himself.

Captain continued his barking.

Stephen picked him up and placed him gently on the floor, before he picked up a chair and threw it across the kitchen, not caring what shattered or what broke.

He was just so angry, so sad, so fucking tired.

"FUCK!" He shouted, flipping the table.

Glass shattered, silverware flew everywhere, wood snapped.

He broke one of the table's legs and began to beat the table with it. Hitting it, over and over and over again.

"It was my fault! I did it! I killed him!" He shouted. "I killed him!" He shouted as he hit the table with the wooden leg. "I killed him!" His breath was quick and short. "I put a fucking bullet in him!" He shouted. "I!" He got the table. "DID!" He hit the table.

Tears of burning anger raced down his face.

"THIS!" He hit the table. "It was my fault! I did it!" He stopped once the table had completely fallen apart in front of him. His breath ran heavy. He panted, gasping for air. He fell to his knees heavily, more tears making their way down his face. "Uh!" He fell on his hands, holding himself up with tears dripping from his eyes to the floor below him. "Ngh!" He hit his fist against the floor.

Sobs and cries made their way out of him.

"I did it..." He sobbed. "I killed him. It was my fault..." He cried. "I killed Tony." He sobbed, falling to the floor.

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"I can't do this anymore." Stephen said, going upstairs.

Captain decided it'd be best to just wait and stay out of his way this afternoon.

He watched as Stephen threw stuff out of his room and into the hallway.

Glass shattered, clothes flew by.

"Hah! Ah!" Stephen groaned as he ripped paged from books and threw them out into the hall.

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"Sometimes I think I should just jump out the window, you know?" Stephen said to Captain, who was laying next to him on the floor as he tossed a small green stress ball in the air caught it.

"But then I think, what about all the people who see it? Then they'd have to send someone to clean up my splattered self off the side walk." Stephen scoffed. "Just do it with a spatula."

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Captain listened as Stephen shouted profanity and madness upstairs.

There were loud thuds, scattered footsteps, clanks, shattering glass, and whatever else that caused alums of concern.

Stephen could be heard crying every once in a while, but the cries were quickly overcome by angry shouts of more profanity.

"It's not fair! It's not fair! I'm trying to help you!"

Stephen had knocked something big, by the sound of the thud, down.

"Fuck me! Fuck you! And you! Fuck all of you!"

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"I think I need help Captain." Stephen said as he sat against the wall, with his knees to his chest and arms wrapped around his legs. He laid his head down on his knees.

Captain sat by his side.

"Look at the mess I've made. What would Dr. Mark say?"

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"Nope. Nope. Trash." Stephen said, going through his library, tossing book out of the shelves onto the floor. "You're fucking useless." He said, throwing a big book out.

His phone vibrated in his pocket.

"Leave me alone! Leave!" He threw it across the room.

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"Holy hell...what am I doing?" Stephen asked himself as he looked down at blade he had in his hands. "Ah!" He gasped, dropping it into the sink. He looked in the mirror of the medicine cabinet in the bathroom.

It was shattered.

"Okay." He took in a deep breath. "I just gotta calm down. Gather myself." He let out the breath he'd been holding. "I just need to do some yoga."

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"I'm such a mess. A fucking mess...." Stephen cried as he laid on the floor again, only on top of his yoga mat this time. He'd slowly given up and laid on the floor in the middle of downward dog. "I can't believe I was actually going to kill myself." He said, terrified.

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"Ah, fuck!" He grumbled.

Captain looked up at Stephen.

There was a cut on his left cheek.

"Oh, no." He said. "The razor slipped. Oops."

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"Damn trash!" Stephen ripped the eye of Agamotto from his neck and threw it out the window of the Sanctum.

Captain yipped.

"What?" Stephen asked. "Ah!" He gasped in realization. "Oh shit!" He jumped out the window.

The cloak quickly rushed out the window.

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¡FOOM!

Stephen and Captain and cloak all watched as a huge flame burned all the belongings and trash Stephen had taken from the Sanctum.

Stephen poured more gasoline in the flame.

Stephen's hands were covered in cuts, bleeding, bruised.

His left cheek had a cut on it, highlighting his cheekbone.

He didn't care, he just watched everything in front of him burn.

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"How are you?" Pepper asked Stephen as they rocked on the back porch, drinking some iced tea and eating some lemons bars.

"I'm doing good." Stephen said, giving her a nod and looking out at his garden.

Pepper looked at Stephen. "What'd you do to yourself?" She asked, noticing the cut on Stephen's cheek.

"Oh." Stephen rolled his eyes playfully and threw his hands in the air. "I was cleaning the attic, and stupid me didn't notice the shelf to my left and cut my cheek with the edge of the shelf." He lied.

"Are you alright? It's looks very deep." Pepper asked.

"Yes, it's totally fine." Stephen smiled