Tony was done. He was so done, that he watched a mixture of strawberry shortcake and my little pony all night whilst incredibly drunk. It didn't bother him at all that he knew both theme songs by fucking heart and all the characters by name. Maybe he was just going through a phase of not giving a fuck or maybe this was just how things had to be now. He didn't know. What he did know, was that the one person on the fucking earth who he had trusted left him for the man who killed his parents. So, he drowned his pain in bad children shows and liquor. Was it mature? No, but Tony didn't want to be. He wanted to be wild and incompetent. Therefore, when he was forced to go to an avengers meeting, he wasn't planning on taking it seriously.

He slumped in his chair, slightly buzzed and extremely annoyed. He huffed as the rest of his team gave him concerned glances. All he wanted was to be left alone. He pulled out his fidget spinner halfway through Fury's lame presentation. He found himself lost in the way the device spun, the way the colours of the wings blended together in the motion.

"Tony, would you like to add to that? "Fury asked, placing his hands on his hips like an angry mother. Tony rolled his eyes, raised his eyebrows and put his spinner down.

"It sounds fucking stupid." Tony sighed, not looking away from his spinner. He could practically feel Steve roll his eyes. Tony couldn't give less of a shit than a constipated person that Mr. American values had a problem with his attitude. Steve was a dickhead. A dickhead to which Tony had no concerns for. Tony wondered how many times Steve and Bucky had fucked since they found each other. He growled in disgust.

"You better watch yourself Stark." Fury threatened, and Tony rolled his eyes. God, he had rolled his eyes so much in the past couple weeks that he was shocked they hadn't fallen out yet. Tony wasn't sure what that Fury had over him that he needed to 'watch him self'. He was the brains, he created a lot of if not all of the shit shield used. He also housed the team, even though he didn't want to. Only one name came to mind when Tony asked himself who was the real one, who should be careful in their behaviour, a name that Tony didn't care to think about.

"What is that device? " Thor asked, pointing to the spinner.

"It's called a fidget spinner. It helps people with ADHD or when you find yourself in the same room as a, well for the lack of better words, a whore."

"Christ, Tony, at least be a man and insult me to my face."

"Natasha, could you please tell you-know-who that I wish he could get pregnant so that, his bastard child could rip him into two when he gives birth?"

"Hate to break it to you but, that will never happen." Steve growled.

"Oh please, with how much you like it raw?" Tony snorted.

"Okay moving on." Fury said, his voice showing he was not too happy to hear about the topic at hand.

"Yeah, Steve knows a lot about that."

"Fuck you, Tony!"

"No thanks. I don't feel like catching an STD and, that's coming from me!"

"Back to the matter at hand, " Fury cut in again, going back to discussing something about terrorist organisations. Tony wasn't listening, he was just thinking about the hate he saw in Steve's icy blue eyes. What was he mad at? Steve didn't deserve to be upset. Tony did. Tony pulled out his phone, looking at his newest Pinterest board. It had become depressing since he and Steve broke up. It used to have cool ideas for a wedding that Tony had wanted to happen, though, he never got to propose. Now, all there was Mandela conspiracy theories and some floor tile splotches. He had never and, still didn't have the desire to change the towers bathroom floors but, he was bored. He would go to his workshop but that was where everyone expected him to go. He didn't want to be bothered so, he locked himself in his bathroom and Pinterested the fuck out of his time. When did he become such a bitter ex-housewife? Oh right, when Steve realised he wanted something better. Tony, though he wanted to deny it, spent countless hours trying to figure out what Bucky had that he didn't. He wasn't bad looking, but neither was Tony. However, Bucky didn't look as old as Tony. Was that it? Had Tony grown too old for Steve? He glared at his phone from that thought. He was old but, it was a bit rude to dump someone over something so superficial as that.

"OK, that seems to be everything. I'll tell you if I get any more information." Fury concluded, dismissing everyone and making his way out of the room. Tony was the first to get up and, he practically ran to the door. He wanted to get the hell out of there as fast as possible.

"Damn it, Fury." Tony muttered. They were locked in.