The Red Coat
AN: this was mostly supposed to be drabblish. It got away from me in a few times as I wrote it in a couple hours while I have the flu. First fic, please don't hate on formatting issues, as I'm posting from my phone. Hate on the content, spelling or grammar issues though sure, I'd love to hear it. I tried my best to make sure that at least there's no spelling issues, but the words started swimming after a minute.
Chapter 1
When Tony first saw the Red Trench coat, it was long past his bed time, and he almost missed it. Would have missed it, were it not for the fact that the coat was red like maraschino cherries, and that it glowed even in the dim floor lighting of the common rooms. It hangs in solitude on the deeply stained, oak Victorian coat rack Tony had brought over from the manor. His mother had always said that where you hang your coat up, was Home.
It was something that stuck with him.
For a long minute, he stood staring at the coat, sipping from the coffee he'd come down to the commons to retrieve. He'd been out of both his favorite creamers in his lab fridge, it was a tragedy. JARVIS had already ordered more.
He leaves wordlessly.
But when he is sure he's alone, a smile stretches his face wide, happy that at least one person doesn't treat his tower like a mere building.
