"I don't need to see a fucking therapist, oh my God," Tony exclaimed angrily, "I'm fine!"

Bruce looked at him concerning as they sat outside on the covered patio. Tony liked watching the rain fall. "You've locked yourself away from everyone else and you won't talk to us unless forced to. For God's sake, you're ignoring Loki!"

Tony had the nose cast removed a week ago and now was impatiently waiting for his arm to be freed. "I said 'I'm fine',"

Bruce was getting angry, "You're going to torture yourself into submission and then you're really going to fall. Hard."

Tony looked at him with stern eyes, "I'm not seeing a shrink. Shrink's are for crazy people,"

"Tony, they're not 'for crazy people', they for people who have too many emotions bottled up that can harm them,"

"I'M FINE! Really!" Tony stood, "I'm perfect. Swell. Grandeur. Pefectemon. Sitting in my tower is what I do best."

"TONY!" Bruce yelled a little too dangerously. Tony shut up. "I don't know what's going through your head, but we need to get you to somebody because your thoughts literally might end up killing you."

It's because you don't want to deal with me. "You're right," Tony replied coolly. "You are exactly right."

"What did I say?" Bruce said sensing the sarcasm.

"Nothing." Tony stated bluntly.

"Tony, we can't be doing this. You can't be doing this,"

"Doing what exactly? Keeping to myself?"

"Yes. Do you know how dangerous that can be?"

"Well as I've said that I'm fine more than once, what else do you want me to say? I'm not seeing a shrink. Final word."

Bruce got up fuming, "Then this is your fault!"

I know.

"We're trying to help you Tony, we're on your side! But we can't help you if you push us out like this!"

"I didn't ask to involve you!"

"NO, you didn't, but when your friends are hurting you help them regardless!" Bruce was out of breath, "You either have us help you or you're on your own."

"Thanks, Bruce, thank you so fucking much." Tony spat.

"WHAT DID I DO?" Tony yelled in frustration and shoved past him and into the tower. "WHERE ARE YOU GOING?"

Tony achingly moved his arm out of the sling and stretched it carefully as he made his way to his room.

Loki and Steve were in the living room watching the madness unfold and followed Tony to his room.

"What're you doing?" Steve asked abruptly watching Tony stretch out his arm. The cast kept it bent but he moved his hand around and began picking up clothes from his floor and threw them on his bed.

"Leaving."

Loki became panicked, "Why are you leaving?"

"Why?" Tony barked a fake laugh. "Why?" he turned around to face them.

"Calm down," Loki tried cooing. "We care about you,"

Lies.

"Tony, you shouldn't go by yourself." Steve stated.

"I'll be fine,"

"Do you want a repeat of what happened last time?" Loki barked. Tony froze.

"Tony, we can't afford to lose you," Steve put in.

"Afford? So I'm something you buy now?"

"Bad choice of words," Steve said cringing at what he'd just said. "I meant we don't want to lose you again. You don't know how scared we got when that call blared on the speakers here,"

"So I'm not allowed to leave? Ever?"

"Calm down!" Loki tried again.

Tony whirled around and Steve pushed him down on his bed. This triggered something in Tony neither of them was expecting. He began to breath heavy and looked at his feet and then at his hand. He looked up his pupils dilating completely. "Get away," he stated digging his heels into the mattress now.

"Tony, we're not-" Steve tried.

"Get away!" he threatened now trying to push himself into the wall. Steve approached him a little to quickly and Tony screamed. "DON'T TOUCH ME!" his scream was so tragic that the two stopped what they were doing and froze.

"Shit." Loki said running out of the room.

"Tony, it's okay, I'm not going to do anything," Steve said beginning to internally freak out.

"Get away, get away, GET AWAY!"

Steve took a big step backwards, "I'm not going to hurt you!" he held up his hands in surrender.

Tony stumbled off his bed in a quick jump and grabbed something out from underneath his bed. This was something he'd stolen only a day before, something he'd stolen from Fury's personal closet.

He held out in his crippled, bent arm was a Magnum Revolver. Technically, it was a Model 500 S&W which is the world's most powerful handgun. And he had it pointed at Steve. He looked awkward with his arm bent in a cast, but his eyes were glazed with fear and his body began to shake.

"HOLY-!" Steve just about yelled as he began backing up rather quickly. "T-Tony, put the gun down,"

"Get out." Tony threatened cocking the gun with his thumb. "GET OUT!"

And Steve did without hesitation. He left the door open and Tony went up to slam it shut. He was shaking so badly he almost dropped the gun. But there were loud voices outside the door and he heard Fury's angry tone.

"Tony, open the door!" Fury demanded.

They're coming to get you. Get your other arm. You'll be done for then.

Tony put the gun to his head. He squinted his eyes closed feeling tears stream from them, "Get out!" he cried.

Realizing the door wasn't locked, Fury shoved the door open and Tony aimed the gun at him, and fired just as Loki got in the way.

The bullet was so powerful it knocked Loki backwards onto Fury and the two fell. Loki gasped for air clutching his wounded chest.

Tony saw what he'd done and stood there lifeless.

It's your fault.

He's going to die because of you.

Loki gasped again but pulled the bullet out of his chest and threw it to the side. He could still heal himself so it would only take seconds, but this didn't register in Tony's head.

He put the gun to hid head again.

"Tony!" Loki exclaimed from the ground trying to pick himself up.

Tony fired the gun. Lucky for him, Fury only puts one round of bullets in his guns as a paranoid thought, so the gun is sitting empty at Tony's head.

Loki scrambles up and knocks the weapon out of his awkward arm. Tony began pushing him away with incredible force, but Loki grabbed a hold of him and pinned him down on the ground.

Fury got up and pulled out a syringe. Tony began screaming bloody murder and thrashed beneath Loki. Fury stuck the syringe into Tony's neck and soon the man fell limp.