The rain down harshly on his clear windows, his brown eyes staring out, cutting clear out across the city, always seeing something no one else did. Half-lidded, his eyes flickered to the water down below and a sigh escaped his full lips.
The huge tower he resided in was silent, not a sound was made. All the machinery in the huge tower was shut down in honor of his need for peace. Some nights he needed this. Some nights he couldn't take all the responsibility he had to take.
All the other Avengers were out at a party that he had left early. Loki was out with Pepper, probably shopping at some expensive store using his unlimited supply of cash to purchase more clothes.
It'd been two years since their defeat of Loki and since then, Loki had joined their side, only because of his adopted brother, Thor. The party was to celebrate this defeat. He doubted anyone noticed he had left.
Turning away from the window, he pressed his back to the wall, sliding down to the floor. His arms wrapped tightly around his knees, pulling them tightly to his chest. He rested his head on his jean- clad knees.
His arc reactor glowed a soft neon blue, lighting up the room. His tears dripped silently onto his knees and arms, drowning in the fabric, lost without a trace. A sob was released from his lips, giving way to cascades of tears and memories that refused to stop.
He sometimes wished he would've died in Afghanistan. At least then he wouldn't have to deal with the pain he was in now, wouldn't have to deal with bothering with everything, everyone who didn't want him here.
He remembered Afghanistan, how he got his arc reactor, how he lost his heart, his painful childhood, his father, the war, the countless failures, the harsh words said, anything and everything that could never be fixed, things that contributed to creating this broken man.
He pressed the palm of his hand to the glowing arc reactor, letting out another sob.
'You will never amount to anything!'
'You're a failure.'
'I wish you were never born.'
'Die, you stupid runt!'
'If it weren't for the fact that we need you to make the damn weapons, I would've killed you already.'
'You're a heartless bastard, Tony! You'll never be able to love anyone, and no one will ever be able to love you!'
The tears were his only lullaby, his fears hushed his screams, the rain drowning out his sobbing, washing away the sounds of a fallen soldier.
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