Strays (джен)

The first night Tony sleeps at the compound, he gets maybe an hour and change before nightmares have him bolting awake, breath frozen in his lungs. For an eternal, panicky moment, he scrabbles at the sheets before his body remembers how to inhale, and then he sits there for long minutes on the edge of the couch, sheet tangled around his waist, head in his hands, gasping and shaking.
God, he should be used to this shit by now.
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Or, How the Barton Family Adopted Tony