Disclaimer: I OWN NOTHING! If I did, I would probably receive a lot of hate mail or something of the sort. The only thing I own is the dvd copies of Captain America, Thor, Iron Man, Iron Man 2, and The Avengers.

Also this is my first story ever completed (*smiley* Yeah!) and first ever posted on this site. This is unbetaed (is that the correct word?) Any flames or hateful comments shall be used to make a fire for marshmallows and hotdogs. Also this is a fanfiction which means it is created from imagination and may or may not follow certain aspects of what is was created from. So yeah, please enjoy.

100 Theme Prompt: Reflection

Emotion(s): Hate, Empty, Loneliness, Broken, Worthless

Character(s): Tony, JARVIS, Steve, Bruce, Loki

Teen!Tony; Tony is with Bruce and Loki in the common room of the Tower. Steve is in own room, looking at files of Avengers before deciding to look up Tony, and JARVIS allows him to see a side of Tony no one sees. Steve prints the picture and draws another before placing both on Tony's bed.

(Steve)

I looked at the files on the Stark tablet and saw a gray tab on Stark's file. Tapping it, I noticed the screen asking for a code. Why is this in Stark's files? What's in it? I thought before seeing letters and numbers fill the blank space before the screen flashed green and the gray tab opened. I noticed the three files; documents, pictures, and music. "JARVIS?" I asked as the pictures file opened. "Are you doing this?"

"Affirmative." JARVIS said while another set of files were on screen. Reflections? Preceptions? What are these? "I thought you should see this Mr. Rogers. You are not the only one to see Sir as a monster." I waited as the one called reflections opened and a dozen pictures showed on the screen. I looked at all of them and furrowed my brow. None of these are taken by Stark...is someone threatening or blackmailing him? Why does he have these pictures? I thought when I noticed the common theme was of Stark and some sort of death dealing monster.

"JARVIS? Who sent these to him?" I asked before stopping on one picture. It was of Stark standing in a darkly lit room with a reflective floor and walls. He stood in the corner in dark blue jeans and a MIT sweatshirt with his feet apart and his arms outwards. The reflective wall on his left had him in a black outfit with weapons and bodies strewn across the ground. The reflective wall on the right was of him alone in dirty clothes in a cave. I looked at the floor and bit back a gasp of surprise. A damaged Iron Man in the battlefield was standing there in an angry poise. I noticed the gray lines on the Stark in the middle of the picture and I looked closer at them wondering what they were. Looking at the picture as a whole, I noticed it was of Stark being held by invisible hands and arms.

"I do not understand, Mr. Rogers." JARVIS said and snapped me out of my thoughts. "No one has sent these to Sir."

"You mean, Stark made these? About himself?" I asked as I looked at the emotions of the pictures. The cave Stark was broken, the Iron Man was hate, the Stark with bodies was empty, and the middle Stark was worthless and loneliness. "JARVIS, will you print me a copy of this picture and get me out of the entire file?"

"Of course, Mr. Rogers." He said as I waited for the screen to go back to the page of the Avenger files. I exited of them when I heard JARVIS say, "The picture is printed and by your TV." I put the Stark tablet down and walked over from my couch. Grabbing the picture, I went to the art drawer and gathered my sketchpad and pencil. Sitting back on the couch, I moved the picture to the table and opened to a clean page.

"Where is Stark?" I asked.

"Sir is with Banner and Loki. They are playing Twister." JARVIS said. Allowing my mind to focus, I recreated the picture outline on my paper. I smiled faintly as I started to redo the reflections. An hour later, I was carefully shading in the last detail. I carefully tore out the sketch and put it on the table before stretching.

"JARVIS?" I looked at the time and noticed it was a few hours before dinner. Grabbing the sketch and the picture, I rolled them together and looked around for a rubber band. "Would you place this on Stark's bed?" I finally found one and put it carefully around them. A slot in the wall opened and I placed it inside. "Thank you. I'm going to the Gym until dinner or else if anyone needs me."

"Very well, Mr. Rogers." JARVIS said as I walked out of my room and went to the gym with a slightly lighter heart. I wonder if the others will help me change his view of himself.

AN: Sorry for the short ending. I am trying to draw the pictures described in the story but I should warn you that I really suck at drawing (real people, shading, adding wrinkles to clothes or skin) and it will probably take awhile. However if anyone wants to attempt to draw it and puts up anywhere, would you please tell me so I can see. Thanks.

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