Poor
He'd finally done it.
There was no one else to blame but himself. He'd used every ounce of stupidity he possessed and completely wrecked his entire life. He'd lost everything. The money, the company, even Rhodey had taken the armour from him. he wasn't in any state to be using it.
He raised the whiskey bottle to his lips again and drank deeply from it.
Obadiah, that bastard. He'd wormed his way into Tony's subconscious, completely disarming him from the inside out, forcing him back to his demon.
Worst of all, he'd forced him away from Pepper.
The demon dug its claws into Tony's brain and Tony took another large gulp of whiskey, as if this would drown the beast. The cold winter wind rushed around his legs, and Tony wrapped his trench around himself tighter and tried to get comfortable against the cold brick of the wall behind him.
From billionaire to tramp in mere weeks.
He took a deep, shuddering breath, his chest tight, and the demon reared its ugly head again. Tony closed his eyes and was immediately presented with Obadiah's face, grinning traitorously at him. It sent a sharp pain into his chest again and the bottle provided the necessary comfort, but then the image changed, transformed into that of Pepper.
Pepper. The look of pure defeat on her face when she saw he'd relapsed. The memory of her turning away from him and just walking back the way she'd just come. And he'd known then.
Yes, he's lost his money, his company, the suit, but when Pepper left him, he lost everything.
And not even his demon could make him forget that.