Dreams (Stony fan fic)

Tony POV;

Its 3am, I can't sleep because of all the nightmares that come but the nightmares aren't different each time, it's the same one every time.

In Tony's dream;

Its dark all around me until I see a pair of piercing red eyes. those are the eyes of my deceased friend, Steve. He is scarred all over himself, he's got blood dripping from his eyes and keeps on chanting " you are the monster of this world" over and over again. That's when I realize that Steve has a knife in his hands and is running towards me with the knife pointed towards my chest but then....

Reality;

I awake to sweaty palms and an aching head. There has to be a reason to this dream, I think to myself about the day that turned my life upside down, when Steve died. If this dream is worth anything then it would have to be from this day.

There I was, about to turn myself into the Redskull until Steve came storming in with the shield shining in the pale moonlight. He grabbed my helmet from across the room and handed it to me telling me that I looked better in a helmet. There we were, two men battling for each other's lives. Bullets were flying from every corner of the room. There was blood spilling from the wounds of many. All had seemed to be going well till He walked in.

There standing at the entrance stood Crossbones; the notorious killer. Everything seemed to have come to a halt when the first bullet was fired, that bullet heading towards me. I started to think about who would care to come to my funeral till a flash of blue and red came directly in front of me. With a sudden THUD, the bullet met its mark directly in Steve's chest. Within seconds, I was by his side urging him to stay alive. With tears rushing down my face I told him "that no matter what, he was always my ray of sunshine even when there was no sun."

I lay there gazing into his ocean blue eyes. He then spoke with a cracked voice " I-I'm sorry f-for getting you i-involved with the skull, T-Tony." With his last breath he somehow spoke in an angelic tone saying"don't let my dream die, please for the sake of the Avengers."

That was the end of Steve Rogers. I finally realize the truth behind my dream by meeting with the past. The monster was never me, it was that of me not forgiving myself for Steve's death. Without beads of sweat finding its way down my face and without any tossing and turning, I was finally able to sleep knowing that Steve is off to a better place.

Goodbye Steve

May you forever be my ray of sunshine.