AN: this chapter is based off chapter 3 of another of my fics, I am Iron... Werewolf?


Most of Tony's nightmares are silent.

Being waterboarded in Afghanistan, he has to hold his breath. Ob- Stane stealing his heart, he is paralysed. Floating in the void beyond the wormhole, there is only emptiness.

But when he dreams of metal – deadly shards burrowing towards his heart, sharp blades ripping his chest open, copper blood heavy on his tongue and in his nose, the iron angel of death with his name emblazoned on the side – then, then he screams.

He screams, and wakes to the echoes. Retreats to his workshop. Reminds himself of the metal he wears as a shield.