A/N: This was just something I was thinking about. R&R.
His electrified tool sizzled as he made contact with his suit. The damage flying through that portal had done to it was nearly irrevocable. But, Tony wasn't called a genius for no good reason. Even though it had taken nearly a month, Stark was almost finished refurnishing his once glorious suit.
Sure, it was still chipped in places and dented in others. It held signs of being used, and being used well. Tony was completely okay with that, he wanted to remember what he had done, for he was sure others would not.
Tony's past, what he had done, is hard to overlook no matter what the circumstances. Sure, he may be Iron Man now, but that didn't change the lives he had a hand in destroying before that. He remembered himself. Prideful, Tony Stark had been so proud of himself for being one of the biggest weapons producers in the world. He had felt happy. Happy that he had a hand in every war waged, every life lost. Happy that he had caused so much destruction. Now, he felt disgusted.
He became phsycially sick everytime he thought of his former self. Could he call that Tony his former self? He highly doubted it. Time cannot heal all wounds and it most certainly could not erase peoples memories. Tony was sure that no matter what he did as Iron Man, what he had done as Tony Stark would follow him forever.
He ran a calleoused hand over his face and sighed.
"JARVIS?" Tony inquired, the constant company of his AI being somewhat of a stess reliever.
"Yes, sir?" It replied, as obedient as ever.
Tony thought for a moment, "Nevermind,"
"Of course, sir."
A laugh escaped Stark's mouth, not humerous in the slight.
He was all alone.
Sure, he had Pepper. But he didn't deserve Pepper. He couldn't be the man she needed, the man he knew she wanted. He couldn't be doting and always present. He didn't have it in him and that killed him. As of now, she was sleeping silently in their shared bedroom, not a care in the world. Tony would like to keep it that way.
He sighed once again, the sound echoing in the large, yet empty, lab. The billionaire made his way over to the built in bar and poured himself a drink of the first and most expensive drink he saw. Gulping it down and savoring the burning silky taste that flared over his mouth and throat.
No, Tony hadn't changed in the slightest. He had just channeled his narccisism into a bigger scale. He called himself a superhero when he still killed people. Except now, he wasn't selling weapons. He had made himself the most dangerous weapon of them all.