Bruce's assumptions had been right, Tony had in fact found one of his many hidden or more like conveniently placed bottles of alcohol around his lab. The billionaire was currently slumped against the wall of his shop, feeling the cooler material of the glass against his back. Though his work scarred hands were clasped tightly around a glass of whiskey, he could not prevent them from trembling from frustration and anger; the surface of the amber bourbon shivered constantly. Bitter tears shimmered in his eyes but he would not let them flow. He was a proud, hard headed man determined to preserve what little self dignity he had left.
Meanwhile Bruce stood in front of a large, lighted up panel with names of many arrivals and destinations of planes from La Guardia airport. His eyes darted across the many destinations, the many places he could escape to but in his mind the letters were getting jumbled up, suddenly spelling out the words that had been said earlier that evening. The yells and bitter remarks echoing in his head like the sound of a bullet being shot of in a metal tank. A quiet sigh escaped the doctor as he finally made himself concentrate on the lighted up words in front of him. Flight to London. Departure: 11:45. He knew that if he took that flight, he could catch another one to India- go back to where he had been unknown, helpful for about a year. Something else caught his eye Flight to Sao Paulo. Departure: 11:00 .Another place he knew like the back of his hand. A place that would be the least suspected for him to run off- after everything that had happened with Ross that is. And at that point Ross wasn't a worry anymore- at least after Fury had promised him to keep him off his back as well as other interested parties. The two options bounced around in his head, mind separating the pros from the cons but all that failed as the billionaire managed to plague his thoughts once again. Maybe he could just go back and say sorry, or give him the silent treatment until Tony caved first. No- this time it wasn't the same. It wasn't just another small spat. He had been so close to letting the other guy out, so close to hurting someone he loved. That was not an option. Not now. Not ever.
Come on Bruce. This is just another move. This is nothing new. You should have known this 'happiness' would not of lasted. Just go- start over again.But see there was no starting over because there was nothing to start. How can you start something when there are so many other things unfinished? How can you start something that you know eventually you'll have to leave?
He ambled over to the checkout desk of the airport to where a nice young looking woman greeted him, and with a few soft spoken words he bought a ticket to his destination; Sao Paulo. The woman went over all his papers, passports and credit card before handing him the plane ticket. "The flight will be boarding in 50 minutes. Baggage checkout is located over there. It won't take long." With a short nod, Bruce walked over to the baggage checkout. A small hope filled him of turning around to see his- Tony sauntering over with a stupid apologetic smile and carrying something so expensive that they both knew could feed a small country for a week or so. Though he knew that it was fool's hope, he dared turn back only to see a few sleeping people on the airport benches. No Tony. No stupid grin. And most of all no Tony...