"Tony?" Tony turned slightly towards the voice of Bruce. He was smiling softly but his eyes remained cold, questioning why he was still stood firmly where the two gods had just ascended home. Tony had to bite back his tongue to stop Thor leaving with Loki. It still hurt him, even after all this time apart, all the time he was given to get over the one person he ever loved. Seeing Loki was his first clues, the boy had changed into a God and it made Tony proud strangely, but with his great change, he also became the enemy. And to Tony's dismay, he couldn't remember him.

If the God ever did, he never said anything; never had a glint of a smile in his eye, but that might have been because Tony sent the man flying across the pavement in a mattered mess. But in Stark tower when they spoke, there was a certain familiar whisper about his breath, a certain flash in his evil eye's but it was gone as Tony was thrown from his tower to die.

By the time everything was over, Tony was done pretending. He confronted the God, he didn't expect an answer, he didn't actually expect anything from the broken God but it still killed him inside when the man didn't reply.

He remembers fighting that potion, the pain was familiar to his experiences in the cave, and it struck fear into him whenever he looked in the God of Mischiefs pale eyes…He couldn't believe he didn't remember, even after his promise. Tony meant what he said when he said he loved him, he still did, regardless of all the lives lost, windows he had been thrown through and millions of dollars wasted on his tower, he still loved him even through all of that. Tony sighed before Bruce continued. "Come on…it's over now." Tony scoffed but did as his scientific friend said.

"That's true…but for how long?" Bruce sighed knowingly, a smile resting on his broken lips. The two jumped into one of Tony's many flashy cars, speeding off towards the direction of what remained of Stark Tower. Ready to start a new and leave the mess the God had made.

"How long can I expect you'll stay before you leave for Africa or wherever?" Tony swung the empty cup in his hand. Bruce was examining the hole in the floor, poking his foot in the dent before answering.

"Actually I leave tomorrow…" Tony froze mid-swing and Bruce noticed, even though he wasn't even facing the man. "And…I know you'll be lonely but here." Bruce reached into his suit trousers, yanking out an old, cheap phone. He span, playing with the object in his fingers before stepping a little bit closer. "I've tapped into its works; neither shield nor any other organisation can break into this bad boy. That way we can keep contact and I won't be experimented on or called in for anger management training." Tony laughed, amazed how Bruce could remain so optimistic with his situation.

Bruce threw the phone to Tony, who caught it on one hand. He lowered the glass, grabbing the scotch with one hand and removing the lid. "I wish I could stay longer…you seem a little-"Bruce stopped abruptly, his eyes narrowing as he got closer to Tony. Tony's eyes wouldn't leave Bruce's as he poured his scotch, the strong warm scent rising to meet his nose. "-you seem a little bit…off."

"Off?" Bruce nodded, climbing the small steps till he stood across from Tony. He wrestled his hands into his pockets, tipping his head back softly. "What do you mean off?" Bruce smiled sadly, his dark eyes sparkling.

"Don't see me as blind Tony…I noticed your less Snarky attitude when the two god's left. I can't see why you would miss them however but I can't judge you too harshly." Bruce reached out, playing with the glass lid that Tony had left on the counter.

"…nothing gets past the great Doctor Banner."

"…are you going to tell me or not?" Tony rose the glass bottle to meet his nose, inhaling the sticky scent again. Tony shook his head, smiling ever slightly as he did so. Bruce shrugged softly, "Fair enough then…"

Tony cradled the glass in his hands while he sat in the crater on the floor, the sky was lit with stars and Jarvis was playing some music to fill the silence. The AI was silent for once, before he would make comments and involve himself, either Jarvis's system was breaking or Tony was that readable. Bruce had left, despite Tony's arguments and pleas, he still left. Usually the billionaire would be tinkering away at an invention or his many suits; he always was compelled to create, but not today, not tonight of all nights.

Tony allowed the sharp shards to pierce a few layers of his skin along his thighs and calves; the blood was staining his naked feet from his walk into the dip full of broken marble. With the shattered window in front of him, he threw the glass, watching as it fell a few hundred floors to the unseen earth below. He stood up, wiping his chalked, dry hands on his jeans before walking towards the elevator.

"Sir, may I ask where you are going?" Jarvis, after many hours of silence, spoke. The doors slid close behind him, locking him in the confinement of the metal shell.

"Jarvis get my suit ready…I just want to go out, get some fresh air."

"I hate to be a burden Sir but you don't require your suit for fresh air." The doors eventually opened again, revealing Tony's workshop.

Despite Jarvis's petty arguments, the suit was awaiting him. "Would this have something to do with the recent loss of the two God's Sir?" Tony didn't reply as she stood in front of his armour, admiring all the scars it held from the battle. "I would take that as a yes then…I would hate to admit it Sir but you are rather like the God of Mischief-"

"I demand to know where you got that impression." He spoke with no anger, so the words came of as a soft threat at most.

"If you must know I did comparisons while you were engaged in battle and when Mister Loki was imprisoned, I thought if the God of Mischief was ever to return you could use his weaknesses to your advantage." Tony smirked; he loved Jarvis despite all the backstabbing he did. "Physically, you're very different, but after further inspection, both of you share the same flaws, the things that get in the way of your success."

"Care to give me some of those J?" Jarvis was successful at preventing Tony from leaving the tower. The AI shut down the suit and Tony watched it as it fell into the walls and floors around him.

"Loki is a very interesting being, he believes he is doing the right thing and gets dismissive if told otherwise, you are the same." Tony scoffed, but the AI continued. "You both yearn for respect; the only difference there is that you have that respect. You have everything he wants, which makes you an enemy, or someone who he aspires to be…" Tony swallowed, shifting uncomfortably as he walked to his span around the glass table and nested into the chair. "Have I upset you Sir? You're rather quiet." Tony shook his head; he leant into his leather chair, running his hands over his face before muttering to himself.

"Oh god…what have I done?" Tony pushed away from the table, leaning forward and burying his face into his hands. The room suddenly became colder, bitter some could say.

"Sir, you have a-" Jarvis was suddenly cut off, his voice melted down and the lights burst to nothing. Tony jumped up as darkness surrounded him, his eyes meeting black leather slacks. Slowly he looked up, meeting emerald eyes through the darkness of his study. Coldness crawled up his body and he froze, he couldn't do anything, he couldn't even breath. When he found his lungs again he couldn't make a sarcastic comment like usually, instead he could only mutter two words.

"Oh…shit."