Day 68
The titan brought his fist down. Tony raised his arms above his head at the last second and blocked the blow. His body was wrapped in the almost completely useless fragments of his suit. He almost nothing left to use, but he had to try something- anything. Tony lowered one of his arms forming a sword. Maybe this time it work. Maybe this time it would end differently. He drove the sword forward, but like clock work the titan grabbed the sword, snapped it away from his hand, and drove it through his torso.
Tony sat bolt up with a gasp, and found himself in complete darkness. Beads of sweat dripped down his face and back; he could feel his heart hammering against his chest, and the sound of blood rushing past his ears, and pounding in his head was nauseating. His hand instinctively went to his side. His fingers traced over the rough edge of his scarred skin and he let out a sigh.
No sword.
No Thanos.
Only the scar.
He ran his hands through the soft sheets of the bed. He was home. He was safe. Titan had been five years ago. Everyone was safe now. Thanos was dead. Tony let these thoughts circle in his head, and slowly let them calm him.
Safe.
"Daddy?" A hand touched Tony's arm and he jerked his hand back in surprise and momentary panic. His fear melted away instantly at the sight of his daughter who looked a little bit frightened by his sudden reaction to her touch.
"Sorry..." The little mumbled and shuffled her feet a little. Tony sighed.
"It's okay sweetie," Tony whispered, "You just startled me."
Morgan seemed to brighten up, but there was still a hint of fear in brown eyes.
"What's wrong sweetie?"
"I had a nightmare," Morgan squeaked.
"Do you want to come get in bed with me and mom?" Tony asked scooting back to make some more space for the frightened child. Morgan shook her head.
"I don't want to go back sleep. I'm to scared."
Tony knew exactly how she felt. When he woke up from nightmares he didn't go back to sleep. He would try, and then he would give up and go to the workshop.
"Do you wanna go down to the workshop?" He was going to skip the trying to go back to sleep phase.
"Yes please," Morgan nodded her head. Tony knew she loved the workshop almost as much as he did. She was five years old, and already taking after him. Even with the nightmares.
Morgan had not had a nightmare. In fact she almost never had bad dreams, but she was smarter than most people would give credit to a five year old.
She noticed a lot more things than even most adults, which was why she had noticed a long time ago that her dad was haunted by nightmares. The knowledge of his night terrors was what had brought her to her parents' room, like it had many nights before. When ever she woke up in the middle of the night she would take the opportunity to go and check on her father. Some nights when she snuck into her parents' room her dad was fine and resting peacefully. Other nights he was not. On those nights she would wake him up, and pretend that she had a nightmare as an excuse to be there. She thought it would make him feel better if he thought he wasn't the only one, and that having to be strong for someone would actually help him be stronger.
"Let me grab a shirt, and we'll go down stairs," Her dad spoke with a quiver in his voice.
He scooped her into his arms as after pulling on one of his old t-shirts. Morgan leaned her head against his warm chest; the sound of his heart beat hammered in Morgan's ear. She could feel how tense his muscles were. Morgan wished she could make him relax. She knew she couldn't keep the nightmares away, but she could be there when he woke up. She could be a light for him when the night was to much.
"I love you daddy."
His muscles relaxed and Morgan felt his arms wrap a little tighter around her, "I love you to kiddo."