Happy was dying.
As busy and important a man Tony was, he'd only spoken to two persons today. He spoke to Pepper first, and she asked him to euthanize Happy with Extremis. No one would know, no one but himself, but nobody cared for that. Then Sue Storm came out of nowhere and said… God, he was so close to jumping back on the wagon if for just a moment's peace.
Happy was dying. But the War was killing Tony, too.
He was never much of the praying type, believing that simpler minds justify the inexplicable with the existence of a higher being. But Tony scrutinised everything through the aperture of logic. Maybe it was comforting to know that there was someone out there watching over them. What wouldn't he give, as he sat in an armchair with his left hand battered from punching through the glass window, to have someone walk with him and show him the way?
He couldn't go it alone. Steve had left him.
"Our father art in heaven…"
And Happy too, had left him.