Author's Note: This one is kinda sorta long. I have finished it already but I may change my mind on some stuff so it will not be posted day to day, more like week to week soooo yeah.
Disclaimer: I don't own the Avengers no matter how many times I asked Santa for them. "sigh"
The rain was pouring down from the heavens right over New York, and Stark Tower was smack down in the middle.
The lightning ripped across the sky, lighting the dark room at the top of the building. Inside the pent house stood Tony Stark at the bar, downing another glass of his favorite alcohol.
"How did it go so wrong?" he asked to no one.
"We were a team, we trusted each other, or at least, I thought we did." He said out loud again to the empty room.
An angry look came upon his features as he recalled the last mission the Avengers had been on.
In his sudden rage Tony threw his glass against the wall across the room. As the shards of glass fell to the floor Tony became lost in his memories of that last mission, and the consequences.
He was so overtaken by the memories he barely even noticed when he leaned back against the bar and slid to the cold floor.
~PAST~PAST~PAST~PAST~PAST~PAST~PAST~PAST~PAST~PAST~PAST~PAST~PAST~PAST~PAST~PAST~
"Uh! This place is sooo boring. I think I'm going to hop off this helicarrier and go find some real fun." Whined Tony as he stood up from sitting in the lab with Steve and Bruce.
"Tony, how many times do I have to tell you we have to stay here? We're on high alert since Loki escaped last week." Steve said in an irritated tone.
"Why can't you just stop complaining and try to get some work done like the rest of us?" Steve muttered under his breath though not quiet enough for Tony not to hear.
"Oh that's what you guys are doing. I thought you were just lurking around to ruin my life." Tony said sarcastically as he walked toward the door of the lab.
"Well, since I'm a civilian, your orders don't apply to me so see yah later alligator!" Tony shouted just as he left the lab heading toward the Avengers equipment room that held all the Avengers stuff, or as Tony liked to call it the "armory".
Just as Tony entered the room Steve raced in behind him and said, "Tony you can't just leave. You're part of this team too. If Loki shows up, we all need to be ready to go, not all of us minus one."
"Oh don't get your panties in a twist. I'll just be gone for like five minutes to get some fresh air. No need to be worried boy scout." Tony replied smugly before standing on his suit assembly platform and started the process of putting on the Iron Man suit.
Steve stood there with a very much less than happy look on his face as Tony finished putting on the suit and opened the hanger to fly out.
"Tony! You need to stop acting like you're a one man show. We're a team, so act like a team member!"
Steve's shout rang out just as Tony powered up his thrusters.
"Steve, I can't hear you over the sound of freedom calling! Toodles!" Tony yelled.
And with that he shot out of the hanger into the bright blue sky and disappeared from Steve's sight.
~PRESENT~PRESENT~PRESENT~PRESENT~PRESENT~PRESENT~PRESENT~PRESENT~PRESENT~PRESENT~
The clock in Stark Tower flickered to 12:00 am and it was still raining as the thunderstorm continued to beat down on the poor inhabitants of New York.
Tony was still on the floor against the bar, lost in recollections.
~PAST~PAST~PAST~PAST~PAST~PAST~PAST~PAST~PAST~PAST~PAST~PAST~PAST~PAST~PAST~PAST~
Tony located a nice quiet spot overlooking a lake somewhere in Canada, since the helicarrier was flying over it on its way back to Manhattan.
He really did need some fresh air after being cooped up in Shield's flying headquarters ever since Loki escaped.
For someone like Tony, who never liked to stay in one place for long, it was a living hell plus extra with him being stuck with Fury and his lackeys for company.
Staring into the water, Tony looked at his reflection with a mixture of pride and shame.
Pride because of how much he had accomplished with his suit and the people he had managed to help with is.
Shame with Steve's harsh words that floated into his brain.
"Big man in a suit of armor, take that away and what are you?"
The remark had bothered him more than he would like to admit. What was he without his armor?
Sure, he was all the things he told Steve, but did they really matter that much?
Was he just a weak, lonely little man without his suit?
"Yes, that's exactly what you are." A cold and sinister voice said behind Tony.
Press the button. You know you want to.
Anyway, I might be posting this every Friday maybe Saturday, I have not decided, so enjoy the suspense!