A/N: I literally saw Civil War last night, and it was perfection. The Russo Brothers redeemed everything from Age of Ultron and made it all better on so many levels. Go see it.

That being said, this is just a small little chapter of feelings, post-movie. There are spoilers so don't read on if you haven't seen it yet.

Enjoy!

This feeling wasn't new. In fact, he probably was more familiar with this than any other handful of emotions.

Tony sat on his bed, watching the sun set with his hands crossed. The letter that Steve had sent was on his bedside table, edges already crumpled after reading it over so many times.

The Facility was silent. Or at least he couldn't hear anything, but that meant FRIDAY was doing her job in locking and soundproofing his room. He didn't know if he could really handle people right now. Even if they were his friends.

But not that anyone would be doing much anyway.

They had all been pretty rattled and broken up, some more literally than others.

Rhodey was currently in Columbia Medical, getting the attention he needed from the right people, instead of the guy who basically gave him his state of paralysis.

Peter was sent home safe, back to doing homework and being the good guy. Tony made sure of it. He wouldn't drag in someone that young, not if he could help it. He had at least done one thing right.

Natasha was in and out. Some days Tony would see her, some days he wouldn't. Alright, most days he wouldn't. And really, he didn't blame her. He had essentially driven away her trusted friends and allies.

Vision. Tony saw less of him than he did Natasha, and that was almost saying something.

When JARVIS was successfully transferred into the would-be body of Ultron, he took a blow. It was hard, and he had truly felt alone for some time after it. But he could still come to the Facility (on the days the Avengers weren't on mission duty), see "JarVision", and have a chat (which was odd admittedly, but he was almost just as, and sometimes more, clever as JARVIS). But now? Vision hardly spoke to him. And he knew why.

Frustrated, the man of iron got up to walk around, break his train of thoughts. But the silence of his room, the Facility, just wouldn't allow it.

He was alone. Truly.

Pepper wasn't here, and if there was a non-biased third party member, they would probably say it was for the best, at least for her sake. Thor was off on another planet, and Bruce, oh Bruce. If he had any hope of finding and bringing him back home, there wasn't much now. He missed his fellow Science Brother more and more.

Steve left, taking half of the Avengers with him, and then some. His childhood hero turned hated villain turned avenging partner and friend was suddenly gone, leaving only a note and the dust under his feet.

And now, he didn't know what to do.

Technically he was still tied with Ross and the Sokovia Accords. So technically he was still an active member of the "Avengers". (He couldn't call them that seriously anymore, not with all of them like this. And besides, him and what army? He was in no shape to bring everyone together and lead them.) But after Steve rescuing his half of the team, and Tony putting Ross on hold (in his mind, indefinitely for the time being), he was about as active as Rhodey was.

The feeling sat in his stomach like a heavy stone.

True loneliness.

No JARVIS, no Pepper, no Steve, no Avengers. Nothing.

Just him, his room, and FRIDAY.

Tony collapsed back onto his bed, feeling the weight of it all. There was no way he could snark his way out of this one, or just depend on someone else.

He was alone.

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