A/N
Hey guys,
It's been a year. I know. I'm sorry. I just forgot about this. I'm going to a new school now and there was so much work to finish, I just forgot about this.
Don't worry though!
I'm back!
Told you I never abandon my stories.
Now, to business, I read quite a few reviews and PM's, and I've completely changed the original story to match those. Because honestly, some of them were so great I just needed too. Thank you for always providing positive feedback.
Please send me more ideas, I love to write them out! (I can even do challenges or etc.)
So, I'll try and upload more stories. I have a few EOY exams coming up which I may need to study for but don't worry, I WILL finish, update, add and just write more stuff. Thank you guys for actually bearing with me.
Wandervibes28
They all watched him.
There was Tony, sitting on the edge of the building, legs dangling into the city as he titled his head back, letting the water droplets fall onto his face.
All of them felt guilty. There wasn't any way they couldn't. They all wanted to say sorry. Instead, they had decided to sit down next to him. It was the only thing which seemed logical at the moment. Bruce and Steve sat down next to Tony on the left, while Nat and Clint made their way over to the right.
And as if they had said something out verbally, Tony's head snapped down into the view on the front when he realized that they were there. All of their guilt levels went up high as they watched him stare into the city, and as he glanced at the-
Steve couldn't have it anymore.
"Tony. You don't say anything- You don't have to be okay or fine with us-You don't have to do anything, just please listen..." The soldier spoke out in concern and frustration and guilt as he gently shifted his gaze from Tony to the team and back.
There was no reply, Tony just kept staring at the horizon, his legs dangling and suit whirring gently as his hair flew all over the place because of the wind.
"Tony, please. Just listen to him..." Clint tried to respond, again to no avail.
Steve decided to continue.
"We just want to say sorry. We didn't know your comms was off. We thought that you acted without thinking and that you jus-".
He wasn't able to continue for long.
"-Just thought it would be a great idea to chop off the top half of my tower to try and save people?" Tony spoke out, his voice firm and exhausted as his gaze shifted from the horizon to the tower.
"No-" Steve wanted to start again before Tony turned towards him.
And Steve couldn't speak. He was suddenly paralyzed.
Because he and the engineer had locked gaze and Tony's eyes were...were so sad...he didn't know what to do. What to say.
Guilt just overflooded him. All of them.
While Steve was thinking and watching Tony, the genius suddenly stood up, the rest quickly following him to try and show him that they were there.
That they could help. That they were sorry.
But just before they could do anything, they watched as Tony pulled the helmet on. And before they could scream out Tony's name, or provide any explanation...
Tony flew off into the blood-red sunset...
A/N
Yeah, I know. It wasn't great, or very OP. But I think that's how the main conversation would have gone. I wrote it in like 15 minutes, let me know if it's actually any good. Anyways...It's night now, so I think I should go.
Hope you guys enjoyed this and will keep on sending ideas.
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