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Not even in his sleep could Tony escape the haunting memory of watching his friends– holding that damn kid in his arms as he begged for his life, watching his body sink and phase to dust. Every fear, want, dream being turned into a pile of chunky ash between Tony’s fingers. His friends, his… family. Gone. Leaving Tony completely and utterly alone, crying out in anger, helplessness and fury ripping his body to shreds.
Tony sucked in a sharp gasp, jolting up into a sitting position. His breathing was rapid, shallow, sweat layering his forehead. On instinct he reached out to touch you, his shaking, clammy palm pressing flat against your back as you slept. Tony counted your heart beats, confirming to his spinning mind that you were real– that you were *alive.*
Swinging his legs over the side of the bed, Tony carefully stood up, wiping the sweat from his face with a grimace. The room was dim, illuminated only by the moonlight glowing in from the floor to ceiling curved windows. His reactor hummed a soft blue hue, lighting Tony’s path forward as he carefully shuffled out of the bedroom you both shared once he slid on his slippers.
Stopping in the kitchen first, Tony found himself staring at the bottle of whiskey. Untouched still, standing next to a stack of pristine glasses. He sighed, grabbing a water bottle from the fridge instead. If there was any moment for a drink, it was now. But… even in his melancholy state, he knew he couldn’t break his promise to you– his promise that he’d cut back. Or… at least he’d *try.*
As if on auto pilot, Tony took the high-tech elevator down to his workshop after grabbing a plain bagel from the pantry. He didn’t care enough to toast it– plus he didn’t want to risk waking you up. With the bagel between his teeth, one hand holding the water bottle, Tony crossed the massive, hidden, state-of-the-art room to plop down at a black office chair in front of a metal desk-ish table.
“*‘Morning boss… still kind of early, isn’t it?*” F.R.I.D.A.Y’s voice chimed as the lights within the room faded in, illuminating the room in dim, blue lights. “Couldn’t sleep,” Tony sighed after biting off the chunk of plain bagel, setting it down on the desk as he slid the previously strewn blueprints closer to himself. “Not like that’s any of your business…” He chided, flipping through the blueprints with a frustrated frown.
“Yeah I'm scrappin’ these… Cool concept but christ– things an eyesore.” Tony murmured, balling one of the blueprint pages into his palm, tossing it somewhere behind him. “*Would you like me to repeat last night's idea? Maybe we can start there.*” FRIDAY suggested. “Mhm.” Tony agreed, sounding mostly uninterested as he yanked over a different blueprint page and picked up a pencil, his brain switching into ‘work mode’ to avoid whatever emotions he’d have to confront later as he scribbled down new ideas onto the gray paper.
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