Title: Monsters of Night

Fandom: TheAvengers (2012), Iron Man - All Media Types

Characters: Tony Stark

Warnings: suicidal thoughts

A/N: Un-beta'd. Previously posted on deviantart and AO3.

Disclaimer: I don't own Tony Stark, luckily for him.


He hated nights like this. Calm, quiet, lonely. With nothing to distract him, his mind wandered and ran miles, leaving him breathless. And suicidal.

The rich scotch that'd been resting on the bottom of his glass was bitter and stopped being effective about five to six glasses ago. But it occupied his hands. And that was a good thing.

Numbers couldn't sleep. They never rested. Never faded away. They tormented him and it was one of the nights when he had no power to fight them.

And it was so quiet.

And there was a gun on the table. Next to his right hand. His index finger was tapping against it.

And it was cold. Like the glass in his hand. Like eyes surrounding him.

Bang. Clang-click-clang. Tap-tap-tap. Welcome home.

Someone came home. He sighed and the gun disappeared.

It wasn't a good night for Tony Stark to die.