[Tony's POV]

"What do you think you are doing in my house, Stephen?" I angrily ask the tall guy near the kitchen bar, being very suspicious with his hands behind his back. "What are you hiding?" I say, sternly.

"Hey Tony, why are you so soon? I thought you still have one more class to go." Bruce interrupts the conversation by shouting from the stairs which lead to the bedroom. He is walking down, seems very excited, like an owner has his guest come over after a long quarantine. Then Nat and Pepper also follow him. Pepper looks very guilty because she enters the house without permission, totally opposite with Natasha and Bruce.

" My teacher was sick, so she could not make it to class today. And thanks God, there were no temporary teacher so that period was canceled, so I can go home soon to arrest these criminal rats." I say, sarcastically, of course.

"Hey don't be so rude to your friends. We care about you." Bruce says, still smiling.

"You called broke into my house is caring about me?" I raise on of my eyebrow, look at them with a huge question mark on the face.

"Hey Tony, we're...., actually we are..." Pepper is trying to speak up to break the ice, but poorly girl doesn't know what to says, "We are... uhhh.... umhh..."

"We're cleaning your house for free."

"Huh?"

"Huh?"

All eyes on the red hair girl now.

"What the f are you thinking Natasha?" Bruce turns his head back, look at his red-haired friend, very confused, whispering to her, but I can still hear it. Nat seems very sure about her answer, with her chin up and gazing at me.

"YES, WE ARE CLEANING YOUR HOME." Stephen speaks up.

"What's on earth are you guys thinking?" Now Bruce is very confused.

"Since a lot of bad thing happen to you, Tony. As your best friends, I, Stephen Strange, with Natasha, Pepper and Bruce decided to help you with something." Stephen continues, totally ignores Bruce's question. He walks to me, put his hand on my shoulders, pretend to massages them and force me go with him.

"But you seem very good at everything, except-" Stephen's giving compliments.

"What do you mean except?" I suddenly interrupt.

"Except with your cleaning, and alcoholic control. So we decided to come to your house, and cleaning and decorating to cheer you up." He pushes me toward Bruce, Pepper and Natasha, while talking, "As you see, your place is already clean. It's must be because you didn't do anything much here or maybe you don't even cook for yourself. And speaking of cooking, that's will be Pepper responsibility from now." Stephen stops, looks at Pep, winks one of his eye to make a sign. Pepper was quite confused as first, but quickly continuously nodding her head. I can't help but let out a small sigh and roll my eyes.

Then Stephen continues, "Very good. Now, we are just about to decorating for a party. You always like party right?" he looks at me, but doesn't wait for my answer, then turn me back and pushes me back to the coach,"We're all know you like party. But there is a problem."

"What problem?" I ask, nervously. I can't feel my heart beating. I can't even breath. Did they found out? Did they see something that they shouldn't see? Did Steve do something?

"The problem is..." Stephen says, stretching that word "is". Why he does that? He must found out. Oh no, what should I say to them? I let a stranger in my house and keep him here?

"The problem is...." He still stretching that word. Why? Why Stephen?

"Come on. Just tell him." Bruce says in boredom.

" Fine. The problem is your coach is quite old so we need to replace it." OMG, finally he says it. I breathe a sigh of relief.

"What? Just because of the couch is too old? Ughh, you really know how to kill people's mood, Stephen." Nat says, rolls her eyes, "I'm going to the shop to get some stuffs. Who's with me?"

"I do." Pepper excitingly answer. Then she follows Nat to their car in the garage and head to the shop down town. Now, back to the couch.

" But the couch is still new. I mean, he just bought it 3 months ago." Bruce asks, walks to the couch and runs his hand through the coach's leather.

"Yeah, I wondering the same thing." I follow up with Bruce.

"Because... the couch is white, right? When we have party, there will be a lot of people come here, so the couch could be dirty." Stephen answers.

"But we can just have a small party. Just me, you, Tony, Nat and Pepper." Bruce says.

" What if you spill something on it, Bruce. You know you very active, indeed, when you drunk." Stephen snaps back.

" I-" Now Bruce has been checkmated.

" Ok fine then. Take it as you want." I so done with these things. So many things happened, my brain can't process probably.

"Thanks for understanding, Tony. Now, Bruce, help me bring this outside." Stephen orders.

"Why me?" Bruce says, embittered.

"So you gonna let Tony do that?" Stephen asks, raise his eyebrows.

" Okay, okay, fine." Stephen lifts the left of the coach and Bruce lifts the others, then they walk with regular step to the garage.

"Hey, take my vans, if you want to." I yell to them.

"Thanks, Tony" Both answer back.

And I wait until the noise of the vans getting smaller.

"Steve? Steve? Steve Rogers? Where tf are you?" I'm yelling all over the house.

"Behind you." A warm voice suddenly appear behind my head.

"Can you stop appear from nowhere and talk behind me like that?" I nearly jump up, quickly turn my head to see a big, tall human figure behind me.

"Where did you hide?" I ask, after trying to catch my breaths.

"In the closet." He says, smiles innocently.

"Psst. In the closet. Psst HHAHAHAHA. Okay okay, i'll stop, that's so funny." I trying not to laugh.

"Why? What's so funny?" Now a huge question mark appear on his face.

"Oh nothing. Speaking of that, do you have a girlfriend or whatever?" I ask, but instantly regret it.

"Yes, i have." He said, his lips curves up again.

Now I really regret it.

"So how is she?" I continue asking. Why am I asking him about these things?

"Well i actually don't know. We have been through a lot together."

"Is she a vampire too?"

"No, she is a human, like you."

"Oh, is she... still alive?"

"Probably not, it has been 70 years since the last time I saw her."

"Oh, sorry."

"That's alright."

Why am I keep getting me into situation like this? Why is he still look at me and smiling like a golden retriever after a long day waiting for the owner come home from work?

"Do you... " I hesitate, look at his face, trying to read his mind by looking at those face muscle. I give up. Why do I have to read a golden retriever mind when it doesn't have a 'brain'?

"Do you... still love her?"

"Yeah, a lot. She doesn't like anybody else. She is special. That's why she's still have an important place in my heart, although my heart doesn't beat anymore." He's still smiling, but I can see some waves in his eyes. Those ocean eyes.

"Oh, okay." I says, trying to find some other subjects to talk. "How do you know that my friends will come here and hide?"

"Oh, I have Jarvis by my side at all time." Steve answers, points at the wall. A blue hologram shows up.

"Hi Sir. Hi Steve."

"When did you call him Steve like someone you know?" I'm questioning the blue hologram.

"Since this morning, after a few conversations, Sir." Jarvis answers.

"Okay, whatever. Did he destroy anything while I'm not here?"

"Hey, what do you mean by that?" The golden retriever speaks up.

" Nearly destroy your friendship, Sir." Jarvis answers, robotically.

"Hey, that's not true." Steve is trying to defense.

"Okay please stop arguing. My head is so hurt the whole day so-" Why do I stop? Why I can't open my eyes? Why my body feels so weird?

I'm trying to breath, while Steve is continuously asking if I'm fine or not. Of course, i'm fine, idiot. Who do you think I am?

And everything black out.

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Author note: Lmaoooo more than 1300 words, why am i writing this better than my essay lol? Anyway hope y'all enjoy this during the quarantine, if you still isolate yourself. Please share and vote for my story, it's mean a lot to me and give me more encouragement to continue writing this. Love yall and stay safe.