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2- Addictions
Tony had what could only be described as an addictive personality. Maybe it was because he was born into a world where no wasn't said very often. He had the means to buy whatever he wanted no matter how much he wanted. When he was younger that meant toys, candy, the latest and greatest whatever was out there for a young child genius. When he got older, that meant booze, women and even the occasional recreational drug or two. After Afghanistan, it was the adrenaline, the next mission, the next bad guy to take down.
But Tony Stark's greatest undoing would no doubt be his current addiction. When he wasn't able to get his fix, he was cranky, irritable, and pretty much a dick to be around. He was always counting down to the next day, hour, and minute when he could get his next fix. And when that fix came, he was in a state of pure euphoria. He barely knew where he was much less how he got there. Dates, names, events were all forgotten as soon as his nose caught the scent of that sweet, intoxicating smell.
He'd been drug free for almost a week, but last night, he fell off the wagon and right into bed with the most beautiful and all consuming addiction of his life. Tony recalled the record breaking speed at which he flex home, all the while Jarvis warning him that he his behavior was reckless and dangerous. Tony didn't care, all he cared about was the fix, and how quickly he could be consumed by it. And when he landed in the lab in Malibu, as the suit came off piece by piece, his eyes locked on to his greatest desire.
Sitting on the couch in lab, in one of his Iron Maiden t-shirts, sat Pepper Potts, in all her glory. Her hair was tied back in a messy pony tail, her eyes gave away the lack of sleep she had gotten over the past week, and she wore the same smile that she had on every time he came back from a mission. The one that said "I'm so proud of you, please tell me your ok". The bruises and scraps were easily forgotten as Tony made his way over to her. She wrapped her arms around his neck and slowly pulled him down onto the couch, and as they laid together, Tony's head on her chest, Pepper's fingers running through his hair, a sense of euphoria overcame him. The feeling was far greater then anything sex, drugs, alcohol, or new toys could give him. He was happy, and loved, and he was making damn sure that his girl was proud of him. Pepper Potts and her amazing, undying love and faith in him, was one addiction Tony Stark had no intention of battling.