Twins (Stark)

*Quick thing: this chapter does have some stronger language in it, just in case you get offended by that, and also it gets possibly a little triggering at parts. Just a heads up 👍🏻*

You and Tony got along alright. You were the younger twin by just a few minutes, but he loved to hold that over your head like a piece of candy just inches from a child's grasp: teasingly (weird analogy, but your mind worked differently than most people you knew, except your brother). Your parents favored Tony, even if it wasn't noticeable to him, but it was to you. Tony finally found out one night when he heard you crying in your room, he had tiptoed over and peeped inside the door that was cracked open slightly, and saw Howard Stark yelling at you, but in a whisper way. You know, when your parents are so mad they just speak lowly. Yeah, like that.

Once he had left, Tony ran into your room and comforted you. At first, you were 100% truly pissed at him, but he couldn't help your parents opinions, so it shouldn't affect the way you see him as a brother. He was only the best brother you could imagine. Yeah, he teased you relentlessly, but he also helped you out in school and sneaking out to see your boyfriend you dated for 2 years. That ended when Howard saw him kiss you outside of school when he had come to pick you up rather than one of your neighbors or friends usually would that day. It was heated after that, and you and Howard never had the same relationship (I mean, you called him by his first name rather than "dad". Pretty rocky relationship).

Sure, you felt pain for when they were killed, but it wasn't a lot. Yes, Maria was sweet to you, but the favoritism was still present. At least it wasn't as overbearing as it was with Howard. At times, however, you felt horrible things...about yourself. There were times when Tony ran into your room when you woke screaming and crying because you were such a monster. Hell, you didn't even cry at their funeral. You felt cold hearted, but Tony assured you that if you were, you wouldn't be worried about it like you had been. It made you move on, but it was still there in the back of your mind.

"(Y/n)! Where'd you go?" you heard someone yell from down the hallway of the Malibu home. Ah yes, you still lived with Tony after some...PTSD issues from the past. He loved having you there, and your rooms were close but far enough apart so his late night "parties" in bed wouldn't wake you. Thoughtful.

"I'm in here!" you yelled back, turning the volume down slightly on the flatscreen you were watching in front of you. It was playing the documentary of Howard, and you just couldn't find yourself to skip channels or watch YouTube, or anything other than that horrible person and his "accomplishments". He barely even mention you or Tony, but at least Tony got a name drop. You were just, "the younger twin".

Tony came down the hall, his signature facial hair freshened up from any stray stubble, his hair slicked back, and in a tuxedo. "Where are you going?" you asked him. He came and stopped in front of you, giving a 360° turn in front of you, momentarily ignoring your question.

"How do I look?" he asked instead.

Sighing, you tucked your feet under you some more and looked at him. "Great. But you know I hate it when you ignore my questions..." you said, your eyes going back to the screen, where it was showing a photo. Ah yes, the photo you dreaded but the public loved. Your "mother" and "father" were in the center, surrounded by a lot of famous people, while you and Tony had been pushed to the side. It was lovely how the press loved that one horrible picture so fu-

"Hey," Tony said, turning the TV off when he saw what was on, before turning back to you. "Don't watch anything like that. They don't deserve to know you care. Besides, you need to get ready yourself!" he said, gesturing to your yoga pants and loose t-shirt that scooped low on your neck. It was comfortable, and you were offended.

"Hey! Rude," you mumbled, shoving another bite of Phish Food into your mouth. The bottom of the Ben and Jerry's container was nearly visible, but freaking Tony grabbed it and your spoon and put it in the kitchen. "What!" you yelled, wanting to get up and tackle him for taking away your comfort food. First your comfort, then your food. Why?

"Go. Get. Changed," he said sternly, pointing a finger to your room. You snorted and stood up, waltzing up to your room. "And be ready soon. Happy doesn't want to wait in that car for forever!"

You sighed and started up the stairs. "I swear, your more of a father than brother sometimes," you mumbled, just loud enough for him to hear. He was going to say something, but you darted to your room, knowing he wouldn't run after you today. Hehe, you did that a lot nowadays.

Once you got into your room, you took your shirt off and put a bra on. This was too high-end for you to not wear one, in your opinion. Next was the actual outfit. You decided a dress, because you felt like it today and had been wearing pants the past few days.. And besides, this event had a stupid sexist dress code you had to follow (last time ended with you nearly getting kicked out because you were...a bit stubborn).

You grabbed a beautiful golden dress that went to the floor, and is had 2" straps. On the waist there were diamonds and other jewels mimicking a sort of belt.  The dress itself was a nice satiny fabric that was shiny but soft as well. It made you feel like a ray of sunshine. To go with it, you either wanted white ballet flats, or lipstick red classic heels. You opened the door to your room and stepped out for a second to yell.

"Tony! White or red!?" you yelled. He came up the stairs and looked at you. You stepped all the way out in the hallway and did a twirl, before facing him once more for the answer. He looked for a minute, then came over and walked into your room to look at your shoes. He may be a guy, but he's also Tony Stark, the man with impeccable taste.

"Red," he said, holding out the red heels in front of you. You smiled and thanked him, before putting a hand on his bicep to steady yourself as you went ahead and slipped the shoes on your feet. He scoffed and made a comment, "Really? I'm not your personal helper today, (Y/n). You could just sit and put your shoes on."

"Yes," you started, "Or I could utilize my resources and be more dramatic about it. I think I prefer the later." You smiled brightly at him, and kept putting your shoes on. When they were finally on, you went into your bathroom and put on light make up, as well as make your (h/l), (h/c) fancier than usual. It only took about five minutes, and before you knew it you were walking out of the house with Tony, your arm hooked in his. It was how you were raised; if you went to any nice event with Tony and your parents, you and Tony had to walk like the way you were now to seem more professional. Something just seem to stick, you thought.

The two of you got into the back of the limo and Happy was off, taking you to a nice event thing Tony had been invited to, which he then forced you to be his plus one. You didn't want to go. Ice cream and comfy clothes sounded better than this, but you had to make an appearance at some point. The last time you did, some asshole brought up the rumor of favoritism with the Starks, targeting you specifically. It was hard reliving those things, but Tony helped calm you down quite a bit when you wanted to breakdown on the sidewalk in form of all those reporters and paparazzi.

"So, is Pepper going to be there?" you asked mischievously, wiggling your eyebrows and nudging your brother. He broke into laughter, and you followed in suit. This was nice, the two of you laughing together like siblings. Boy how you didn't now how much that'd change.

~~

It was two months after the battle of New York. You had been left in a creepy ass warehouse by Hydra, and it had been forever since you had seen Tony. He had been approached by a man to join, in your twin's words, his super secret boyband, which was really an organization helping to save the world and protect it from threats and such. With that, he'd been more distant, and when the so called "God" came and attacked Germany, you had been left in the new Stark Tower with Pepper. Not long after, Hydra broke in and kidnapped you while Pepper was out getting food for the two of you. It was supposed to take care of you missing lunch that day, but now that was far from your mind. They had been feeding you the bare minimum needed to survive, and they forced you to eat as well. It's not like you ate because you wanted to live in torture, they forced the disgusting food down your throat. It wasn't a very fun process.

Today was no different. The man tasked with getting you to eat came in the room, already sensing how reluctant you were. Yes, you want to eat so you don't starve to death, but you also didn't want to live like this anymore: tied to a goddamn pole in the middle of a creepy ass room with no light except for the little that snuck through the gaping hole in the wall.

The man pulled a chair over and sat in front of your slouching figure. "I don't know if you're gonna want to put up a fight today," he started, smirking right off the bat, "I heard that today might be your last day of comfort."

"Ah yes, because I've been so fucking comfortable since day one," you snapped back, earning a kick to the gut. Well, that's what you get for your sarcastic comments. They never were appreciated, not even back in the real world.

The real world. At this point, it was a foreign concept to you. It had been two months (you estimated) and it was getting harder and harder for you to think about the world outside...where your brother was...but hey, maybe you'll get to see Jarvis again if you stay in here for much longer.

"You better eat this shit or I'll have to force it down again, and we all know how unpleasant that is for you. Me personally, I don't give a damn, as long as I keep getting paid." He sat there and waited for you to eat what pathetic stuff they dared call "food".

Today you weren't in a fighting mood, secretly rattled by his fist comment. All they had done was keep you in this gross room tied to a pole (As previously mention), so this comment got you a little riled up. But then again, he could just be messing with you. You didn't know what the hell to think anymore.

You opened your mouth willingly and he stood up, grabbed the food, tilted the plate towards your mouth, and just let it fall in. Half the stuff fell off the plate and into your hair and shoulders, of course, but you still got something.

"Stay alert for anyone who comes in later," he said, as he left. He threw the plate over to the corner of the room, letting it shatter as it crashed against the wall and broke into hundreds of pieces. You flinched at the sound of it, and again when the man slammed the door shut extra loud this time. Against your own wishes, your eyes started to close and you became extremely tired.

~

That didn't last long, as you were jostled awake by several kicks to your body. When you came to and had enough break time in between kicks, you realized you were no longer chained to a pole. In fact, you were in a new room. The only way you could tell was the fact that it didn't smell like rotten corpses. No, it was much worse now.

It smelt like fresh blood.

"What's going on?" you asked, the men around you hauling you to your shaking feet as you spoke. They must've only been kicking you to wake you. Lovely. "Please tell me what's going on!" you screamed at them, earning a punch to the cheek. You coughed up blood, and were sure your cheekbone had at least fractured if not broken. The thugs just kept dragging you down to god knows where.

You found out soon enough, being thrown onto a table that was covered in so many liquids you really didn't want to fucking know what the hell any of them were. The thought of it made you sick, but it was made worse when you took a look at some of the "tools" hung around the room. "Oh my god," you whispered ever so quietly. It still didn't go unheard, as some people chuckled in amusement at your fear.

Then the pain started. It was awful, gut wrenching ply painful. The sharp pains coming through your stomach were awful, the knife the man was using was going deeper and deeper into your already fragile figure. Two more people came and held your arms down, then decided to carve their own messages into you. All the pain, you became delirious, and screamed something you never thought you would.

"Mom!"

~~

Darkness. It surrounded you and you felt like the meat of a burrito. There was nothing around you that you could see or feel, and you thought this is it. They tortured me to death because they got bored. I'm dead, and I didn't get to say anything to anyone.

That is what you thought, until suddenly someone placed a gentle hand upon your shoulder and now you knew you were alive. The person's hand became your goal to wake up, and you tried so hard, willing yourself to open your eyes up and see, and it seemed to start working.

Your eyes reluctantly fluttered open slightly, flinching at the bright lights on your face. "Jeez," you mumbled, your voice cracking and scratching. "Why do people always wake up with a bright ass light in their face?" you asked.

"Actually, you just think they're bright because your eyes have been closed for a while. You were just used to the dark." The sound of the voice was vaguely familiar, but you had troubles trying to place who it was.  Instead, you simply nodded to show you heard and understood.

You attempted to lift your hand to cover your eyes, but found instead extreme pain when you even tried to move it.

The pain forced you awake and you instantly looked to your arm (being smart enough to not try and sit up after being out for god knows how long). "What..." you trialed off from your thought, unable to form words. Your arm was covered from your arm pit to your wrist, and even a couple of your fingers. You looked at your other arm and found it in a similar condition to the first one. Then you looked over the rest of your body, lifting up your head to try and look, but that lead to your back to have shooting pains run through and around your spine.

"Here," someone, the same person, said and helped you sit up slightly and another pillow under your head. That's when it all got worse. Your torso was covered in white bandages, the shadow of blood barely visible under however many layers were put on. One of your legs was in a cast, so you knew it broke. You were so scared, and you hadn't even heard the extent of your injuries...or about anything at all.

After taking in all the damage to your body, you turned your head lightly to see Bruce beside you, recording somethings in his Stark tablet. "So I'm at the tower?" You thought. "Safe place...but where's-"

As if on cue, Tony threw open the door and looked around wildly, before seeing you in bed. He saw the tears in your eyes, that you didn't even notice appeared. "Oh my god!" he exclaimed, relived, and hurried to your side. He took you into a death-grip like hug and you had to give him a a few taps on the shoulder before he realized he might be hurting you. "Oh I'm so sorry fuck I just...god (Y/n) I'm so sorry," he tripped over his words, but when he got to the end he started to tear up and was crying once more on your shoulder.

"Tony please stop crying," you whispered hoarsely, and started patting his head in an attempt to get him to calm down. "I'm okay Tony I'm okay." Of course you were lying, as the physical and emotional torture you endured would scar for god knows how long, but it was just to get your twin to calm down. You hated to see him cry, it made you feel powerless and unhelpful.

He sniffed on last time and looked up at you, and both exchanged smiles. "I don't know what I would've done if I had lost the last bit of my family," he said, still faintly smiling. It was hard to keep smiling after that comment, but you did for his sake. You just needed him to be okay so you would have a better chance at being okey yourself.

"Bruce," you whispered, but he still heard. You and Tony looked to the scientist, his head turning at the mention of his name. He saw you two looking at him and he walked over. "When am I free to go?" you asked.

He hesitated slightly. "Well, you're going to need to go around in a wheelchair. Your leg is quite clearly broken, but then your arms are still needing to heal and can't take much pressure at the moment, so a chair is the best option. Once I get one that is motorized so you don't have to use your arms too much, I can release you," he explained. You nodded your head as he told you everything, and when you stole a glance at Tony, he was thinking.

"Thanks," you mumbled, getting comfortable again. You were tired and just...meh. Tony, however, stood up, gave you a quick kiss on the forehead, and left really quick. "Where is he going?" you asked Bruce, hoping he had an idea. He simply shrugged his shoulders. You knew that he had an idea, but you didn't push. Instead, you laid back and fell back asleep.

~~

A few days later, about four, Tony hurried back into your room for the first time since you had woken up in the tower. It surprised you, startling you from your half-sleep state thing. When you were just about to ask him where he'd been, the dark circles and bloodshot eyes, as well as the messy clothes and the fact that he was wearing a dirty tank top and sweatpants gave it away. "What were you doing in the lab for four days?" you asked him, as he made his way to you.

"You'll see," he said, already understanding how you knew where he'd been. It wasn't uncommon for him to be there in the first place, so yeah. He left the room and came back, but this time he had something with him.

You gasped. "Is that..."

"A custom motorized wheelchair. I talked to Bruce when designing it to make sure it had what you would need and then I added what you'd want. It's got buttons here," at this point, he was pointing everything out for you as he talked, "for you to move around. Next to it is a couple cup holder cause those are important, then you've got a huge pocket on the other side for you to put stuff in, and the entire thing can be folded in a way to make it easier for storage."

Tony looked at you with a smile, and it took all of your willpower not to breakdown in tears of pure joy. You would've jumped up and crushed him in a hug, but then the purpose of the chair would be defeated. Instead, you motioned for him to come over and gladly bounded over, and you hugged each other like there was no time left in life.

"Thank you so much Tony!" you exclaimed happily. Your voice had gotten better and more used to talking over the few days you'd been in bed, talking to Bruce and a few others (mainly Fury, Nat, and a little Pepper) that came to visit.

You two broke apart and Tony asked, "Wanna take her for a test drive?" He was smiling so happily, the happiest you'd seen him in so long. Even if you wanted to you could never say no, so you enthusiastically nodded and he got the chair over to your bedside. Carefully, he and Bruce helped you into the insanely comfortable chair.

"Holy shit this is comfortable!" you exclaimed, laughing and looking at Tony with pure joy.

"Language," he scolded playfully. You slapped his arm and laughed.

"You're turning into the old man!" you replied, causing Tony to gasp and "faint" as he ranted on about 'becoming such a bore, how could I ever! I'm so sorry I ever did that!' It was hysterical to watch and you realized: This is your family. Even if Tony is an absolute ass, he's your twin. You didn't want anything to change.

~Fin~

A/N: Hey! I updated at a good time today! So, just letting you know, this chapter was supposed to end with angst feels and stuff, but I couldn't do that to Tony because he's gone through enough. So I don't know if I'm going to make the next chapter an angst Twins one or an angst stand-alone kind of thing. I'd love to hear your opinions...?

I'm personally excited for the Oscars tomorrow night, I hope Black Panther gets something, and I really hope Bohemian Rhapsody gets something as well. Let me know what y'all think!

Thanks for over 2K reads guys!!! I love seeing that number get bigger, cause it shows I don't suck 😃!

Bye Lovelies!!!!!!