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There was something particularly awful about a nightmare that prevented you from sleeping. At least if the damn thing woke Stephen up he’d gotten a couple of hours. At least if his dreaming mind inflicted it on him, it was involuntary. But to lie there, awake, and still be thinking about it was infuriating. Which did not make sleeping any easier.
Sighing, Stephen sat up and pulled on a dressing gown. Maybe a hot drink would help him relax. Or some reading.
But when his bedroom door swung open, Wong was standing on the threshold, arms crossed. Stephen did not jump. “Wong! What are you doing?”
“Making sure that you sleep.”
Stephen groaned, rubbing at sore eyes. “If I could, I would.”
“You know what will help,” Wong said, unmoved.
Stephen flushed, but didn’t try to pretend he didn’t understand. They’d both lost patience with that song and dance. “He’s not a sleep aid. And it’s two in the morning.”
Wong raised his hands and started casting a portal.
“What are you doing?!” Stephen yelped.
“Countering your objections,” Wong said.
The portal bloomed open, revealing Tony’s workshop. The man himself was sprawling in a rolling chair, looking up at projected blueprints. He didn’t seem at all surprised when he turned to look through the portal. “Nightmare?”
Wong answered before Stephen could. “Nightmares would require him to sleep at all.”
Stephen shot Wong a glare before turning to Tony. “I’m sorry to bother you.”
“Hey, I meant it when I said any time,” Tony said. “You got pajamas I can borrow, or should I grab some?”
“I have some,” Stephen said. He refused to look at Wong even as Tony stepped through the portal and Stephen felt the tension easing out of his neck and shoulders and… well, everything.
Later, head resting on Tony’s chest, the man’s heart beating reassuringly in his ear, eyes already drooping, Stephen decided that this was worth Wong’s inevitable ‘I told you so.’
Maybe even a few times over.