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Warning: Character death. Suicide. I'm so sorry. I just had to get this out. Again, there is suicide, extreme depression, and death. Don't read if you're sensitive to such things. You have been warned. I'm so sorry.
Summary: Tony is lost inside himself and it's Steve's job to help him out, but he fails.
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Sometimes There Is No Light
There was nothing. No sound. No sight. Nothing but disappointment. Tony leaned against the wall wallowing in self-pity with his death close to dawning upon him. He raised another bottle to his lips, but stopped when the shadow of his husband washed over him.
"Tony."
He took a sharp swig and moaned, blocking the light from the opened door with the bottle.
"Tony."
His husband's voice was broken, but tenderly sweet and comforting.
"Tony."
Tony lifted his head and downed a quarter of the liquid. He narrowed his eyes in sorrow.
"Tony."
He glanced at the gun in the case, opened on his desk.
"Tony. Look at me."
Tony started crying, his chest heaving with each sob.
"Tony. Please. Look at me."
He saw nothing ahead of him.
"Tony. Please. Please. Look at me."
Tony quickly grabbed the gun and stuffed the barrel into his mouth.
"Tony! No!"
"I'm sorry Steve." He pulled the trigger.
"No, Tony!" Steve pushed the gun away before the bullet left the barrel. Tears bled down his cheeks as he sobbed. "Why Tony? Why would you do this to yourself?!" He shook Tony, watching his husband's head roll around like a doll's. "Tony . . . What's wrong with you?"
Tony suddenly began to whimper and cry harder. ". . . No . . ."
"No?"
"I can't be a burden to you anymore." Tony broke a simple smile before reaching under his shirt and taking out the arch-reactor, immediately going into cardiac arrest.
"Tony!"
It wasn't raining that day. The sun was out and shining bright on the deep black umbrellas hovering over the fleshly covered grave. One by one people began leaving, until there was only but Steve.
Here Lies A Man
Anthony Howard Stark
Best Friend, Teammate, Husband
Steve stifled another cry as he ran his hand over the head stone. "Tony . . ."
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Sorry.