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danddymaro · 4 years ago

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Sharing | Steve Rogers x Reader x (Platonic) Tony Stark

Summary: Jealousy is not something reserved for lovers.

Word count : 4746

Tony is struggling with the idea of losing one of his best friends. All he knows is that Steve Rogers has turned her against him, stealing her away and he makes a final attempt to get her back.

Its a non- romantic relationship with the reader and w/ tony stark and a small touch of the reader w/ Steve. Cause hey, guys and gals can be best friends! I I’m sorry if it seemed like anything aside from platonic

I, of course, own nothing but the story itself. The characters mentioned and used are not my property.

His body swayed as he trudged forward, a bottle of strong whiskey in hand whilst his other dragged along the walls, supporting himself so he could keep his body staggering upwards. Had the structure not existed, he would have toppled over by now, and probably passed out then and there, lying the rest of the night on the sidewalk.

Forgotten, and left to join the scattered trash of the city...

He had dropped his phone a long time ago, but even so, he wouldn't care enough to go back and find it. Besides, It wasn't like he expected a call, not any time soon at least...

Because who actually gave a damn to check up on him? Who really cared about him that much?

Moreover, why would he go back for the thing? He could just buy another one.

In fact, he could buy anything he wanted...

"Just about everything, " He grumbled, knowing it wasn't entirely true. Because there were just certain things out there that were out-of-bounds and priceless.

Priceless like all the things which had been taken from him,

The echoing sound of joy, more specifically stifled laughter rang in his ears, momentarily stunning him. And though the sound was melodically playing, sounding on a tortuously endless loop, he knew well enough that if he turned to search for her, she'd be nowhere in sight.

Instead, he'd find nothing but darkness all around him which lay in wait.

Besides, he was certain she was somewhere else, somewhere out of his hold and reach and gradually drawing away from him further.

Just the thought alone made him tighten his hand around the bottle's neck, hoping to crush it to pieces, wanting to feel something besides the numbing feeling that had settled over his body.

Knocking on the door a fifth time, he was greeted with the sight of another man rather than the lovely (light/dark) eyed beauty he had been in search of.

And they stared at each other, both with looks of surprise settled over them as the unexpected visit occurred.

The tall blonde standing opposite of him had his blue eyes opened wide in startle as he had seen who had so furiously knocked on the apartment's entry door. As for Stark, the look of shock was very short-lived and had only lasted a fourth of a minute onto his tired face before a look of annoyance crossed over him instead.

"Of course," he muttered with an abrupt and foul stench-ridden belch.

'Of course, I'd find him here...' he thought with bitterness.

It was practically the cherry on top...

"Move aside pretty boy," he said gruffly, trying to shove the blonde, but failing miserably.

Before him the first avenger refused to move, blocking the drunken man access to the inside of her home, going as far as to put out his arm to hold the doorway, the limb serving as a security rope.

"I'm going to need you to calm down first," Steve said with concern, his voice low as he quickly took notice of the agitated state the other man was in.

"I said move," Stark said with tightly clenched teeth, glaring right into the blonde's brightly colored eyes with his bloodshot ones, meeting nothing but opposition.

"I'm not going to let you see her like that," Steve responded back with a harsh whisper,

"Oh ...really?" stark said with a forced grin, "Fine then," he said through tightened teeth, "(F/N)! " He exclaimed, "(F/N)!" He cried out with distress because if he couldn't get to her, she'd make him come to him.

He just needed to see her...he needed to know the truth.

He didn't come to see Steve Rogers, he had already had enough of him. He came to see (f/n) and wouldn't leave until he was able to get a word in with her.

(f/n) sped walked out from the hall leading to her room, having just washed her hands before she exited the restroom, wiping her hands onto her sweatpants.

" Steve what's goi- Tony..?" she said with surprise, her pace quickening even more as she went towards her home's entrance to meet the visiting man. She ducked beneath Steve's arm, immediately touching Stark's face with still moist, yet anxious hands.

"Good god, what have you done to yourself?" she asked him, her brows creased with worry, not knowing what was worse, the fact that he was ass drunk, the odd stench of earth, sweat, and alcohol, or the filthy appearance he was currently in.

"And you!" she said whipping around to look at Steve, fire in her eyes as she spoke, " What are you doing? He needs to come inside!" she told him, to which the blond placed his left hand at his temple, closing his eyes with a sigh.

"(f/n), I was going to let him in, but I didn't want him causing a scene inside... I was just worried about you," he told her. " And then he started yelling," he added with an apologetic, tightened smile.

A soft smile melted over her, her tensed shoulders falling as she gazed at the tall blonde, "Oh Steve..." she said softly, shaking her head. "You shouldn't worry about me, " she added airily.

A snicker then drew her eyes back to Tony, and before she could ask him just what lead to him ending up in his state and right at her doorway, he cut her off from the first breath,

" You know, you used to look at me like that," he said out loud, his voice rising a smidge above his normal volume, afterward swallowing down the bitter spit that was laced with harsh liquor. He felt his eyes sting as he admitted that the jovial twinkle in her eyes wasn't reserved for him anymore.

It hadn't been his for what felt like a long time now... And what was worse, it changed ownership and now belonged to a complete stranger, one that came unannounced and violently shook their lives.

In the end, it had become possessed by a man not meant to live in the same time they were, and Stark couldn't help but think it was a cruel play from above.

It seemed that a powerful force beyond their existence was moving pieces to play merciless tricks on him, wanting to watch him slowly crumble.

And like brittle autumn leaves, he began to break apart,

"You used to laugh at every one of my jokes and pretend I was a bigshot," he added with a dry chuckle, missing how easily she became amused with him. Moreover, how lively his home became when she visited him regularly.

Sometimes she dropped in unannounced, something he showed annoyance in, but truly loved and would do anything to get back again. In fact, a single appearance from her would have sufficed, because anything was better than the empty space he was left to occupy.

He was left alone, unable to cope with all the surrounding darkness.

Two weeks prior, the other women in his life had sat him down, her lovely brown eyes dimming, the lovely glow in them trailing away from him as she told him how much she loved him.

She reminded him of how deep her sentiment for him was, rising out from him as she reminded him of both of their past mistakes because she too hadn't been at her best at times.

But it was something he disagreed with,

Virginia Potts was perfection in his eyes...

She held his hands in hers, touching her forehead to his, repeating once again how much she loved him before drawing back, with his hands refusing to let go.

" We need to take a break, Tony," she told him, and he could tell it didn't just hurt him, but that it pained her as well. "It's just for now," she told him, her bags set right at the side of the door.

And he could do nothing more than to agree with her because he wasn't worth it.

He couldn't beg her to stay with him when he knew that the only times she'd come close to danger was because she was at his side.

"Call me when you get there," he told her as he watched her walk away.

Her body seemed to stiffen as she stopped abruptly.

He could hear the sound of her strong inhale, which was just as shaky as her hands had been when she had touched him.

Her shoulders squared and he could tell she was doing her damnedest to hold herself together, to not only make it as painless as possible for herself but for his own sake as well.

"A text ?" he said afterward, a dried breath of false amusement making it past his lips.

"Yeah..." she said softly, "I...I'll call you..." she added looking back at him one last time, a painfully strained smile tightening over her face.

But of course, she didn't...

They had compromised her trip would serve as the perfect time for her to sit down and think, but from her lack of response, he understood well what her decision was and where they stood.

And on that same day, (f/n) practically blew him off. He'd notice her distancing herself from him, gradually becoming more of a stranger than he would have ever liked.

'Just as she started spending time with him...' Tony noted, still agitated, glaring darkly at the other man.

" ...and then Mr. perfect here showed up, and you forget about me, " he said pointing at the quiet blonde, staring at him with wavering eyes as he ranted.

'You said you loved me... that I mattered to you, that I was everything you needed,' He thought bitterly.

"You don't know him like you know me... he doesn't know you like I do either... so why (f/n)?" Tony said sniveling, tightly holding onto the doorway. " Why have you ditched me to hang out with him? Him of all people!" He asked, feeling a budding resentment as he remembered just how much his father talked on and on about the man.

He talked all about the untouchable perfection the man supposedly had been...

Howard Stark constantly stayed in remembrance of the great super-soldier, overlooking the son he had at his side.

The same son that was trying his hardest for a speck of attention... just a single word of acknowledgment meant just for him. Admittedly, he would have given it all to hear his father praise him just half as much as he did the 'oh so glorious' Steve Rogers.

But that part of his life was long gone, and now he had her left, and he wouldn't give his fight for her.

"...Am I not funny anymore?" He started, cracking a faint smile, one full of sorrow, once again remembering that there hadn't been uncontrollable laughter echoing in his now empty home for months, only dry silence.

"...Or is it that I annoy you now?" He said suddenly, not waiting for her reply regarding his previous question, but waiting with a stilled breath to hear her answer his second assumption.

He was afraid to know she couldn't stand him any longer and that he was nothing more than a burden to her, an annoying wart that wouldn't go away no matter how much she tried to ignore it.

swallowing hard he waited, giving her a moment to reply back, needing to hear the sound of her voice.

Was it his ego?

Was it his stupid pride?

Was he, himself a horrible friend to her? Was that it?

Had he pushed her away for being too damn selfish? Too inconsiderate?

"Tell me, please..." he begged, watching the way Steve came closer to her, subtly drawing her away from him, his hand brushing with hers. With narrowed eyes at the small movement, Tony clamped his teeth together, "....What has he told you to make you despise me so much?" he continued, letting his hold on the half-empty bottle slip.

It crashed down and shattered instantly, letting it's contents spill, splashing over his clothes as well as hers, small specks growing visible in the material.

He took a step forward, pushing himself from the doorway to come closer to her. Crunches beneath his feet sounded as his weight shattered larger pieces down to smaller shards, creating more of a mess.

The staggering man stepped forward, towards the shocked young woman, and shamefully she looked down at her feet, taking in everything he had just said, no longer able to stand the sight of him.

And at her sides, her hands shook, fisting into tightly wound balls.

Her shoulders also shook, trembling as she sucked in a heavy breath, shuttering as though a cold wind had gone through her.

A hand landed on her shoulder, making her glance to the side, where right behind her where the other man had stood, quietly observing everything, wanting to interject, but holding himself back.

"(f/n)..." he said, beginning to say her name, all before she shook him off, slowly shaking her head in denial.

' I really didn't know...' She thought, looking towards the sniffling brunette, her heart almost breaking in two.

She wasn't aware of how much she'd hurt the man.

If anything she believed her distancing was needed. Being around him all the time, much more with his girlfriend there... she was a third wheel and a hindrance to their relationship. She knew boundaries and understood that she couldn't always latch onto the man...it just wasn't right, especially when he would have to build his own life...

His own family...

She also figured that if she wasn't there, then she wouldn't have to worry about him too much either, trusting the other woman could handle her partner well enough on her own. But now she had him at her doorstep, and a complete mess.

His eyes were red and bloodshot, and his clothes were a wrinkled mess. The knees of his sweatpants were stained with green, and she knew he had fallen somewhere on his way to her home, probably more than once.

The man was as stubborn as a mule, and more than likely willed himself to make it to her.

"Say something, (f/n)," Tony said hiccuping, wanting to hear her voice again, wanting her to say something, and he'd settle for just about anything by that point.

Shaking her head she approached him, taking a hold of his shoulders and bringing him in for a crushing hold, making his wheeze.

With the hold he melted down onto her, bringing his arms to wrap around her with desperation, burying his face into (long/ short) strands, smelling once again the light berry scent of her (dark/ light) hair now tickling at his nose. His hands scrunched up her top, fisting them in shaky hands, overwhelmed by the thought that it wasn't some sort of mirage or dream.

She was actually there with him, caring for him once again, making him feel existent.

The warmth of a body pressed to his felt comforting, and there was a recharge gradually supplying him with more life, "(f/n)..." he started, cut off by her.

Slapping him upside the head she growled, pushing herself off from him and giving him teary eyes.

"You're so stupid!" she said holding him out at arm's length.

"You...You fucking idiot!" She added hearing her voice crack."You stupid idiot... I...I can't even..." she repeated again huffing, " Don't go showing up on my doorstep like this again!" she cried." You know I hate seeing you like this! Seeing you a stupid mess !" She exclaimed, her fingers digging into his shoulders as her grip became stronger.

Both her hands then released him, flying over to her forehead, pressing over the sides of her forehead with them, partially obscuring part of her face as she did so.

It wasn't the first time he'd gotten drunk and showed up at her doorstep, because as incredibly amazing as the man's life was to the outside world, behind the scenes Tony Stark was just another person.

And he was vulnerable, finding confinement in so few people, treasuring them in high pedestals, knowing it was all he truly had.

Something that only made it harder when they fell off.

Her words became mute to him as she continued to lecture him, arms flailing up in a show of her livid exaggeration. He could even see an angry vain begin to pop up and he couldn't help but smile.

Slowly the corners of his mouth began to lift up watching her as she continued to lecture him, breathing hard with exhaust as she ranted on.

"Are you even paying attention to me?!" she questioned him with a glare. Nodding furiously he continued to smile. With a strong heave, she huffed out in annoyance.

"Of course you're not!" she said shaking her head before her eyes bulged, "Oh fuck," she breathed, grabbing his hand and running with him to the sink.

"I seriously hate you!" she grumbled, rubbing circled onto his back nonetheless. With a sigh she helped him stand still as he emptied his stomach onto her poor sink, luckily getting him to not make a mess around the perimeter.

It was a few moments of uncomfortable sounds before she rubbed her wet hand over his mouth while the faucet ran, cleaning him up of the nasty remains.

"You stay here," she told him, pointing to her living room chair while she grabbed a water bottle with her other hand. "Got it?" she added, and obediently he nodded, wiping mouth dry before holding the container.

She then seemed to deflate, her shoulders sinking as she turned, " I'll go run him a bath...he's filthy," she said with a half-hearted smile, silently apologizing for the blue-eyed man, too embarrassed to even begin with an apology.

Nodding towards her, he offered her his own smile, not bothered at all. The worry she had written all over her face bothered him the most, that was his only concern anyways.

She went to her room first, hoping to find him something to wear as well as a spare towel for him. "Probably a blanket too," she muttered to herself, nodding, knowing that he'd probably stay the night.

She was angry with him, but wouldn't dream of kicking him out.

Back at the living room, the two men sat alone in complete silence, none knowing where to begin. With thick tension, the two men stayed quiet, until the blonde spoke, sounding somewhat uncertain as he spoke,

" Tony...I don't know what your thinking-"

" She really likes you," Stark said, cutting him off, sounding just a bit steadier than when he'd been rambling, slowly sobering up, much of it being the fact that he retched out most of what he consumed.

"What are you talking about?" Steve said with raised brows, watching the other man give him a side glance, halfheartedly glaring at him.

"You have to be stupid to not know," He said below his breath, shaking his head.

Another pregnant silence was born, cut off by the brunette as he released a small breath of amusement,

"You know...I'm the only other person that's been here," he replied, scanning his eyes over the living space, knowing every corner of the room, almost like a second home.

" She doesn't like having people in her living space." he started, " She says it makes her feel vulnerable." He added softly, stopping his eyes at a small framed picture placed over the surface of her desk.

At the moment his heart stopped for a second as he glared at it, and before he knew it he stood, slowly inching his way to it. Walking towards it with slow steps, he kept his eyes trained on the picture, picking it up with a trembling hand.

' She really kept this...' he thought with a tight smile.

It had been a few days before her birthday when she burst through his lab's doors, not giving him a second to react before she latched onto him. Her tears stained his shirt, marking them with little dark spots mixed with salted water and smudged liner.

That day he dropped everything, instantly focusing on her.

And he stayed up all night with her, just like she had with him before...

They went through an arrangement of movies, things he wouldn't have ever wanted to touch in his life, but he knew she needed him, and there wasn't any way he could say no to her.

So without refusal, he sat with her till dawn, watching on his largest screen, an entire bucket of ice cream shared between them.

By morning time there was a mess of wrappers, salted, and sweet junk that would give a nutritionist a heart attack. He would do anything and everything to get her to feel better, and when she let out that first smile, he felt his tightened heart grow lighter.

And she never pointed a finger towards him, instead swearing she forgives him, even if he wasn't the one who broke her heart to begin with.

She excluded him from any fault, but he never forgave himself...

" You know... A while ago I introduced her to this guy." He started. " He actually seemed perfect for her...at the time at least. He was Good looking, smart, good family.

She gave him everything...even what she couldn't give, willing to do just about anything to keep him, all while the bastard played with her.

He lead her on for a whole year, and it was my fault. I played matchmaker and ended up being the reason she was heartbroken." Stark said suddenly. " He was cheating on her left and right, using her, and during then, being the idiot I was, I unknowingly covered for him," he admitted.

Attentive, Steve nodded,"Yeah?" he said softly.

" It was an entire mess, and she doesn't know this," He said beginning to smile, " But I told him I'd kick his ass, and that I was going to bury him and everything he was into the dirt if he ever came close to her gain," he added.

"I'm guessing that was the end of it?" Steve asked, somewhat amused.

"Well, when you're cornered and have a man in a full-bodied armored suit pointing a missile at you point-blank...it's pretty hard to say no," he said blankly, making Steve shake his head with a held back chuckle while stark laughed wholeheartedly.

"You like her too right, right capsule?" He then asked suddenly, eyeing the other man with intense coffee-colored eyes.

The laughter ceased right then and there,

And at first, there was nothing but silence, three full minutes full of nothing but quiet staring until Steve gave a small, dry chuckle, breaking first,"I guess you could say." he admitted, giving Tony a rather awkward smile, one that was lopsided.

Crossing his arms Stark leaned back, giving the first Avenger a look that spoke for itself.

'Really now?' it questioned him.

At the rise of his dark brow, Steve dropped his head down, this time with a genuine sound of laughter leaving him, "What am I saying?" Steve said to himself.

He took a deep breath, sitting himself right back up with a pin-straight back, a look of complete assurance washing over him.

" Alright, look, I'll just say it... I do like her. I like her more than a friend, alright? But right now, well, we're still just getting to know each other." He specified. "But if we're being completely honest here, I'm waiting for the right moment to make the right move." He added.

"So you've got a crush on her ?" Tony asked flatly.

" Crush makes it sound juvenile, but I suppose, " Steve huffed. "Yeah," He said with a nod.

"well...You wouldn't be the worst thing that happened to her," Tony said quietly. "I think she could do a lot worse," he said arrogantly.

Rolling his eyes, Steve smirked, " That's a compliment right?" He asked, making the wealthy man slap a hand onto his shoulder.

"That's as close to one that you'll get from me," he said smiling faintly.

"Then I guess I'll take it," Steve answered back.

"Look, I just... I just don't want to lose her, alright?" The brunette confessed, sounding just as hurt as he truly felt. " I don't really have family left, at least what I can count on. To put it simply, she's been there from thick to thin, and I can't say too many people have done that for me." He said lowly. "I'll fight tooth and nail for that woman, " he admitted, hunching over to place his arms on his knees leisurely. "And that means I'll go through you too," he added, giving the blonde man a look of sincerity, laying it all out bare.

"Anyone and everyone," he said with a weary chuckle. "That's just how it is," he added.

With a faint smile of his own, Steve nodded, " I know," he said softly. " I can tell you really care about her. " he said nodding, "And I can respect that.".

Shaking his head, the other man spoke," You got it wrong there big man, " Tony corrected him.

"I don't know if you've ever felt that way about anyone." he started, " It's not like you've got the same blood coursing through you, but even so, It's Like They're your twin in a way.

You smile with them...

You laugh, you cry...

You just feel like a world without them feels empty.

You know, I can't look at her without thinking about how much better my life would have been if I'd have had her there from the beginning." He went on, "I think that if I would have had here there as my little snotty faced little sibling, I don't...I just think that, well, maybe I wouldn't have sunken as low as I did back then.

I love her, and like I said, I'd do anything to see her happy, and I'm willing to fight anyone else that threatens that joy." He said with certainty.

"I wouldn't dream of hurting her," Steve told the other man, " What'd much more, I'd never try and come between the two of you because you mean the world to her." He informed Stark, "In fact, she's told me something similar to what you just said, and I can guarantee you she's willing to do just as much as you are, all for you're own sake." he said with certainty.

Tony's hand landed on Steve's shoulder before he stood up with a sure nod, " Do me a favor, and take care of her," he said giving him a smile, truly meaning the expression as he felt himself trusting the man.

With one in return, Steve nodded, " I don't have any other intention," He said sincerely.

(F/n) leaned towards the arch separating her living room from her room, her head leaning to the side.

Again she felt her eyes grow wet, but this time the aching in her heart was bursting with everything but sorrow. Wiping away the little strays of drops, she stepped forward, giving the wall a tight tap, making both men turn towards her.

"Hey..." she started. " I've set the bath for you, and I've got some blankets, and clothes for you too, " she said softly, "Please stay the night Tony," she urged him.

Shaking his head, he grinned. " Nah, let me call Happy ..." he said looking between the two, reaching his pant pocket for his phone, but found it empty.

" Ah, I forgot..." he muttered.

Shaking her head, she walked over to him, handing him her cell. "I figured you lost it," she commented. He reached for the phone, giving it a quick swipe to open it finding their picture saved as her wallpaper.

It was an unflattering one of the both of them and in the past, he would have never figured out why in the world she didn't trash it. However, after a few second of gazing at it, truly looking onto the shot of them both, he found the beauty of it, the lovely silliness of their relationship captured by a single image,

'I guess I have to get used to sharing you,' He mused, seeing that he was right to assume there was something between the two people.

But he couldn't be happier.

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emo-hydra · 4 years ago

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Chapter 2

Dante, Age 15, A New World

Dante de Bellis was walking through the front doors of his 200-year-old mansion, except it was no longer the original mansion. His original mansion was so out of date that wallpaper used to be peeling off in the living room. There used to be a mix of gothic and antique furniture bought from various auctions and high-end flea markets littering every room. Almost everything used to have a layer of dust settled over it as if nobody ever used it, which they didn’t.

Dante was confused when he woke up on the lawn in front of his house, but he remembered something. The strange characters that showed up in his room just a few minutes ago —Morty and Gus, those were the names— had they pushed him out the window? No, he probably would’ve at least broken a limb. His memory flooded back to him. He remembered looking out the window, about to jump, feeling the cool air wash over his face. This is ridiculous. I’m not doing this!

“On second thought,” he told the strange characters, “maybe I’ll just settle with trying to wake up from this weird dream.”

“Told you he’d bail out,” Morty had said. “It’s alright though. At least I got to scare the horse poop outta him, unlike that other Half-Bake.”

“Mo, I told you. We’re here to extract them, nothing else.”

“Alright, Killjoy. Spray him before he runs.”

“Excuse me? What are you—” Dante never got to finish the thought before he blacked out. He woke up to a new world. The grass was green and luscious, instead of dead and gray and the cement around the house was new and uncracked. When he walked into the house, gone were the old, musty furniture and peeling wallpaper, and in place were white walls and tiled floors. It was like somebody took out the entire interior of his house and replaced it with a hospital except there wasn’t any health related technology that Dante could see.

“The hospital ward is down the hall if that’s what you’re thinking. Although they do sometimes bring the bodies in here. This is the Communications Room.” Gus had been standing next to the radar that showed bodies of heat around the area. “Any sightings, Monty?”

“Nothing out of the ordinary so far,” the tall looking man with the angular structure and the black hair replied. “They’ll come. It’s only a matter of time.”

“Alright Mo and I will get the other Half-Bake. Keep him company will you?” Gus gestured towards Dante. “He’s a bit shy.”

“Sorry I don’t encounter sarcastic beings that turn invisible often. Or people with purple teeth like your friend over there,” Dante complained. Gus just shrugged and left him with the man Dante assumed was Monty.

“So you’re new here. Welcome to the Ghost House, where the owner’s creepy relatives decide to show up and mess with our machines and scare us when we’re trying to take a dump.” Monty’s words were dripping with disdain. “You’ll love it here.”

“I do actually love it here, thanks. And my relatives only like to bother the trespassers so might I ask what are you people doing here in my house?” Dante was furious at the workers here but at his grandmother too. He lived with her and had to take care of her but despite being ill for most of the week, it doesn’t stop her from hosting a daily evocation. She always muttered about how the spirits would cleanse the house of evil.

Another worker poked his head through a doorway and addressed Monty. “Nice. Insult the new kid. Assert your dominance.”

Monty looked momentarily stricken when he realized but quickly recovered. “Sorry. You must be Dante then. Excuse my rudeness. I’ve been working since lunch yesterday. Damn Council didn’t give anybody breaks,” he said with a scorned smile, though he was still pale.

Dante couldn’t figure out why the sarcastic worker was so scared. It seemed he was scared of him but that didn’t seem like a possibility to Dante. Everybody avoided him yes, but only because he was weird and made people uncomfortable. Never did he scare them.

“It’s fine. This Council is in charge of the place?” When Monty nodded Dante said, “Not doing a very good job of running it. Seems like you hate them.”

Monty’s face seemed to calm down as he looked at him with interest. “Of course not. My life’s work is here. Not like there’s any other job I can do. The Council can be… inattentive at times.”

“You're telling me. I don’t even work here. So why have I been taken to whatever dimension this is?”

“To be honest Kid, I’m not sure why they brought you specifically. I thought you would be the last person they’d bring.”

Dante was about to reply when he heard Morty’s voice from the hallway. He was walking with Gus and a pretty girl he’s never seen before. He noticed how striking she looked with her black ensemble of clothes against tan skin. She was wearing a fitted black crop top with black jean jean shorts and a black, unbuttoned dress shirt. Her face was all made up with eyeliner and lipgloss and was framed by pin-straight black hair that stopped at her chin. Dante could see flashes of blonde hair underneath the natural hair color.

“I just don’t understand how you could take an hour to get ready. And you were already ready to go! Why’d you even shower and change?” Morty exclaimed.

“Some guy spilled their drink on me. Plus I was in party clothes. Not jump-out-the-window clothes.” The girl’s voice was smooth, like she could hypnotize somebody.

“And the makeup?” Gus questioned.

“It’s part of the look. How else am I supposed to intimidate people?” She said with a wink and a smile.

They got closer and closer to Dante. “Anyways, what are we— and who’s this?” Her eyes were now fixed on Dante. “I’m Bella. Nice eyes. Didn’t know there were eyes so blue.”

“Thanks,” Dante replied. “Nice um…”

Bella laughed. “It’s okay. Don’t hurt yourself.”

Dante stayed quiet. He didn’t trust himself to speak because he would probably say something stupid.

“So what are we here for? Or is Blue Eyes one of you guys. He doesn’t seem to be.”

“Dante,” he blurted out. “Dante de Bellis.”

Bella turned to him. “Hello Dante de Bellis. Very nice to meet you.”

He nodded before Morty interrupted their moment of awkward silence. “Ready for the Council? Or are you not done staring at each other? Jeez. Teenagers.”

“What are they going to talk to us about?” Bella asked. She didn’t seem worried at all to Dante. You would think being thrown out a window into some different dimension would get somebody a little concerned.

Gus replied this time. And with his words, Bella’s face finally showed distressed as did Dante’s face. “Why, you both are going to save the world of course.”

Second chapter!!! I’m not really sure about it but anyways, enjoy if you’re actually reading it :) I also might posting chapters every other week instead.

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