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Thank you to those read this and stand by it and reviewing tells me if you guys like it so I take it last chapter wasn't good due to lack of feedback, but I hope this one's better.

Sorry this took so long I had a block and then went on vacation. I must warn you to not expect it to be normal Tony in this one you have to read it to understand of course but please forgive me. I hope you like it I really do. Oh and any beta's out there searching for a new story step right up.

Chapter Four

Starting over was a difficult task and rarely accomplished as the past does come back even if it does take time. You can change your face, your name and where you live but you never truly disappear no matter how hard you try. You will never be a completely new person you can act like one well enough to fool people but who you were never truly disappears even if it's forgotten.

"It never happened," that was his motto now what ever happened in the past was just that the past. It was forgotten and it did not matter anymore, and frankly he didn't care. When he started his new life he didn't know anything, not even his name and it frightened him truthfully.

Now everything had settled down and was alright rarely having a flashback. The only thing he was sure of was his name and that was from the first flashback he had when someone screamed it at him the face was blurry but the outfit was distinctive red white and blue like the American flag he didn't put any effort into finding out who he was he just moved on. After waking up he hitchhiked his way to Portland, Oregon wanting to get as far away from the feeling of uneasiness that he didn't belong. Originally he faced two problems that were a.) There was an unknown glowing object inside his chest where his heart was that he guessed kept him alive but hiding it was easy with thick shirts and jackets not wanting for others to see it as it wasn't normal and b.) He had no money to his name which led him to where he was now; working in a small but popular bar for the past ten years. When he first started this life he knew how to do things it wasn't a completely hopeless situation and anything he didn't know he never showed it always acting like it was the easiest thing in the world.

Apart from his job he led a quiet life, living in a small house with a Jack Russell terrier named Rhodey after the name popping into his head. He was lucky the owner let him be the official mascot of the bar and let him come to work with him, the costumers spoiled him. His house was small and simple but he liked there were no electronics in his home besides the kitchen. He had a small pay phone that was hardly used if only for emergencies. He wasn't really home and often times he was exhausted going straight to sleep or reading a book picked up from the library. The bar kept him socially active and from not sinking into a depression from loneliness. His appearance had changed over the past ten years, his hair never out grew a military style cut and his face had acquired a long scar on his right side from breaking up a bar fight where the weapon of choice was a broken beer bottle. He liked the scar it provided him a tough exterior to those who were looking for a fight a message that he shouldn't be messed with. Those who were his regulars could see the kindness that they liked he could take a take a joke and always throw back a retort that could make them blush. As familiar as he portrayed to be at work he was still a mystery to them he just showed up and offered little to nothing about his past. It wasn't easy to start over from scratch especially at his age which wasn't old but not young by any standards.

At first he tried to regain his memory even trying to seek a doctor's help but it didn't go well after months of treatments hardly brought back a memory. Now he told himself over and over again that it wasn't worth trying to remembering his past as it was gone and appeared to be never coming back if it was supposed to it would have years ago. It was about five in the afternoon on a Friday meaning he had to be in to work in thirty minutes for the busy night. He went over to his closet and picked out a thick navy blue t-shirt and a plaid long sleeve to go over it for extra protection to hide the blue light and a pair of casual jeans for the long night.

"Rhodey it's time to go." The little guy rushed out of the door and he locked the front door. Hopping into the truck he started the car and headed to the bar only ten minutes away.

"Come on boy let's head inside." They walked into the familiar atmosphere casually greeted by the regulars like old friends. He was glad to be back even though he was there every day. Tom was just leaving the bar as he walked wishing him luck as Friday nights were often the busiest he thanked him and headed to the bar. Tom was right it was busy apparently there was some kind of attack not too far from Portland by some sci-fi creature he found it hard to believe but as long as it was taken care of he didn't care. The costumers couldn't stop talking about it though he just nodded and pretend to understand but mainly just focus on his job. The crowd grew steadily to the point of people waiting outside he was grateful for it not being rowdy and people were just having a great time. It was about one in the morning when a group of five people came in weary looking and creating a stir among the crowd as apparently they were the said heroes of the battle. It was getting to be a bit loud and him being far away shouted over the crowd to leave them alone which worked to a point. The blonde one Stephen or something with an S he overheard a guy saying the name once came over to order.

"Tony," the man uttered his name with complete shock written all over his face.

Coming Soon:

Coming to terms with Tony's death had been hard what was worse was that his body disappeared out of thin air from the morgue. There was a gapping whole within the team and they couldn't fill it. They never found out what happened to the body. They gave up trying to find it he was dead and he wasn't coming back the invincible Tony Stark had fallen.

Now let me take this time to apologize for this chapter and for the massive wait I can explain. First off I have four different scenarios of how this could have went down one involving a Bourne Identity type setting but it didn't work. This was the worst writers block I've ever encountered I could never finish it except for today and I know it's not long. I locked myself in my room and told myself I had to finish it otherwise I'd be a failure. Please review otherwise I don't know if you want this story to continue as there was no feedback from the last chapter and it's hard to know if you guys like the story. I know this is probably unexpected but I felt it might work. Loki will comeback just not yet. I know this isn't the Tony you know but it isn't supposed to be he lost everything he was and has changed from where he was. It will get better I promise the roadblock is gone and I really hope you liked this chapter. Please forgive me.

Ciao,

Chloe

Next chapter within the next couple of days scouts honor.