Nick did not sleep at all last night. He read and watched every bit of information on Tony's drive. He wanted to throw up.

People underestimate how much he cares about the Avengers. He may look and sound cold, but he genuinely cares about them. He spent so much time choosing the perfect candidates and helping them get along. He sacrificed so much so that they could become a team, a family. And with one document, one video, it all collapsed. He was heartbroken, but most of all, he was angry.

Tony was the hardest for him to get along with. That has much to do with Nick and his dad's past rather than their own. But one day, Tony finally opened up to him, and they actually became pretty close. It was a few missions after New York, and a few weeks after they all moved into the compound. He and the genius were having a private meeting and at the end, Tony thanked him (something he doesn't do very often). He talked about how his life had changed now that he had his fellow heroes in his life. He finally had people that could relate to him, that carried the same burden, that were just as lonely as he was. And Nick didn't know exactly what they got up to in the compound, but it seemed to really affect Tony for the better.

But now, he was back at square one- actually even further back than that. And now there was no team, no family to lean on.

Nick closed off his dark thoughts and focused on his task of making breakfast. Tony was in a deep sleep and he hoped the man would stay that way- he knew the genius suffered from insomnia. He wanted to talk to Tony about what he learned last night when he finally woke up and hoped a nice breakfast would loosen the man's tongue.

Nick was just about to flip the pancakes when he heard a thud from the bedroom. Turning off the Stove, Nick dashed down the hall to see what happened.

He found Tony seizing on the floor.

Like the trained Agent he was, he immediately held in his panic and ran over to the genius. He removed all objects from around them and turned Tony into the recovery position. The billionaire was jerking and convulsing violently, a constant grunt escaping his lips as his head banged against the floor. Nick quickly placed a pillow under it.

"You're okay," Nick said softly as the grunts grew louder. He checked his watch, timing the seizure to make sure it didn't go past five minutes. Luckily, at the three minute mark, Tony's jerking started to slow down. His limbs seemed to move slower but still clenched and unclenched rhythmically.

"Calm down, it's okay," Nick said. Tony's grunts turned smoothly into whimpers and soon his body was still. His breathing was deep and occasionally a shudder would run through him, but the seizure seemed to be over.

It wasn't long before Tony's eyes started blinking lazily. He groaned and turned over on his back. "You with me, Tony?" Nick asked, leaning into the man's eye sight. Tony let out another groan in response and nodded uncoordinatedly.

While Tony recovered, Nick followed his first aid training and took catalogue of the man. He placed a hand on Tony's forehead and learned while he was slightly warm, it didn't seem to be a fever. His pulse seemed a bit fast too, but nothing worrying. Before he could finish his assessment, Tony started fighting to get up. "Chill out for a second," Nick chided.

Tony ignored him and fought to sit up. Nick watched him flex his fingers slowly and curl his toes. His body seemed to react a bit slower than Tony was okay with, but that didn't stop the man from trying to continue to stand. "Do you have epilepsy and it's not in your file?" Nick asked, eyebrow raised.

"No," Tony grunted. Nick was forced to hold up the man when he swayed upon standing.

"Why are you always in a rush?" Nick huffed.

"Time is precious," Tony muttered. But from the red blush on his cheeks, Nick knew he was just embarrassed to be seen as 'weak'. He was genuinely concerned for the man's wellbeing.

Nick held him until Tony pulled away, dragging his feet towards the door. Nick followed his slow pace as the genius stumbled to the living room. He almost slammed into Tony when the man stopped suddenly. It was then he noticed Romanov standing in the middle of the room arms crossed and face angry. Her face relaxed slightly when she noticed him.

"Nick?" She frowned.

"Romanov," he acknowledged, not unkindly. Tony continued his slow walk to the couch.

"I need to talk to Stark." She narrowed her eyes.

"Then go ahead," Nick said, sitting next to the man on the couch.

Natasha's eyes got even thinner but she huffed before sitting down across from them. "You still haven't spoken out about the pardons," she said angrily.

Tony didn't respond and ignored everyone's eyes. Nick watched him wearily. The billionaire had just had a seizure and was acting like it was just a normal day. He wasn't a doctor but strongly believed Tony ought to see one.

Natasha grew quickly annoyed by Tony's silence. "Stark. We need you to-"

"And I needed you," he mumbled, sitting back further on the couch. "As in past tense." Natasha looked sheepish for a second but quickly replaced her mask. Tony continued to look past them at the window, his voice low but dangerous. "That trumps what you all need. It's too late, dear."

Natasha stood, beyond angry. "Like you were there when we needed you! You are the last one that should talk about trust and loyalty," she scoffed.

Tony stood as well, hitting the coffee table and spilling the old cup of tea that sat on it. "You know what I need? I need a shave," he said loudly. Natasha's mouth widened as he ignored her.

In a fit of anger, she grabbed his arm tightly over the coffee table between them, pulling him towards her. "This is not a game," she grumbled. Tony stumbled and almost fell if Nick didn't reach out.

"Hey!" Nick yelled, causing Natasha to look over. "You have no right to come here and force him to do something for you," he shouted. "No right."

Natasha was quiet but let go of Tony harshly. She started walking towards the door and Nick followed her. "If I ever see you back here, there's going to be a big problem," he growled. Natasha stared at him for a moment before leaving.

Nick took a deep breath before turning back to Tony who still stood, now facing the window. Nick approached quietly and stood next to him, staring out at the view. "I need a shave," he heard Tony mutter softly to himself.

Nick looked over at the sickly-looking genius. His eyes were glazed over and he was trembling. "Why didn't you tell me Rhodes is dead?" Nick asked softly.

He saw the billionaire's face tighten and the trembling turned to full on shaking. His breathing started to pick up as his eyes focused back on reality. "I need a shave," he repeated before walking off. Nick watched him go sadly.

Tony was staring off into space in his workshop when Vision faded into view. He forced himself not to jump as the android approached suddenly. "Hello, Mr. Stark," Vision said cautiously.

Tony ran his eyes over the android slowly. "Where have you been?" He said, not unkindly.

Vision looked down before floating closer to the billionaire. "I am leaving," he said softly.

Tony looked up suddenly in distress. "What? Why? Do you not like it here? Did I do something? We can-"

"It's not your fault, Tony," Vision interrupted. "I just…" The android sighed and looked down at his feet. "I visited Wanda. We...talked."

The lab was silent for several minutes as the words sunk in. "I get it," Tony said finally. He didn't get it, he was so confused. He was so angry. He was so hurt. "You want to run off with your girl. I understand. I know how love can be." No he doesn't. He thought he knew, but he was wrong. Pepper would never sacrifice anything to be with him.

Vision melted in relief. "I'm glad you understand. She apologized for her actions and she wishes- we both wish to reconcile."

"I'm happy for you, Vision." He is not happy. He is angry. He is mad. He is jealous. He is hurt. "When are you coming back?"

Vision looked conflicted. "I am not coming back." Tony fought to keep his face still. "I am going to stay with Wanda for however long she'll have me."

"Okay. Good luck, buddy," Tony said, mouth in a straight line. I hope it all fails so you'll come back to me.

"Thank you, Mr. Stark. Good luck on your endeavors as well." Those were Vision's last words before he floated away.

Those were the last words before Tony was all alone. Really alone. It felt like losing Jarvis all over again. He knew his relationship with Vision wasn't the strongest, but he always believed the android's unique creation drew them together. Tony was a part of him. And with Jarvis inside of him, Vision was a part of Tony too.

He knew Vision wasn't choosing a side in this war, but looking around, he couldn't help but feel like Vision had. There was no one left in his family now. The Rogues had taken it all away. Even the one that was literally part Tony.

When he blinked from his thoughts, hours had gone by. And somehow, a bottle of alcohol was in his hand too. Blinking again, he took in his stained shirt, the burning in his throat, and the fact the bottle was empty. His body was already a step ahead of him. He'd need a few more bottles.

Tony spent the evening drinking himself to oblivion. He was very far from a lightweight, so after three bottles, he was still relatively 'sober'. Therefore, when an emergency alert lit up the workshop, it only took him three tries to get up from where he had fallen in front of the desk and open it up.

It was a message from Ross that he was needed at the UN tomorrow morning. There was no other information offered but from the tone of the message it couldn't be good.

He looked over at the additional bottle and a half he had left. Might as well.

When he was brought into a separate conference room with only Ross inside, he should have ran out immediately. But in his exhausted and hungover state, he simply sat down in the black chair offered.

His second tell should have been when the man locked the door and closed the blinds- which can never mean anything good.

"Tony, I'm going to make this short," Ross started, walking around the room slowly. It reminded Tony of the way a shark would circle it's prey. *Cue Jaws music* "We are not getting anywhere in terms of finding the Rogues, and it's time to advance to the next steps."

He stopped in front of Tony and leaned slightly over him. "Where can we find Laura Barton?"

Tony forced his face to stay blank under Ross' scrutiny. "I have no idea who that is."

There were several moments where Ross searched his eyes, growing more and more irate when he couldn't find what he was looking for. Finally, he stepped back and walked away. He picked up the folders at the other end of the table and slid them across to Tony.

As Tony picked them up, Ross continued his threatening circle. "Laura Barton, Cassandra Lang, and Sarah Wilson. Do these names mean anything to you?"

Tony flipped through the folders lazily, though internally he was panicking. While the folders were not packed with information, Ross already had ideas where he could find these people. He had 50mi radius of the area near Laura's farm which he planned to search in three days time, four schools he planned to hack into to look for Scott's daughter, and even though he did not know the location of Sam's younger sister, he had researchers already looking for more info on her. "I have no idea who these people are," Tony said firmly, setting down the folders. He had recorded the contents of the folders into his glasses and Friday was already downloading it.

He was technically telling the truth. Besides the short trip they made to Clint's farm, he knew virtually nothing about his teammates' lives outside of the Avengers. Which was not by lack of trying. He tried on many occasions to get the group to open up, share more things about their lives besides how many bullets they could shoot in 1 minute. But it never worked, they were so secretive. But seeing how Clint's kids ran over to Natasha, seeing the little bit of recognition in their eyes as they looked at Steve, Tony wondered if it was just him they were secretive with.

Ross glared at him for a long time before snatching back the folders angrily and storming away. "I will find them," he growled before slamming the door closed.

Tony threw off his glasses and sighed. A migraine was already forming and his hands were shaking. He had so much work to do.

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