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Chapter 5 Trapped
The pancakes just didn't seem to taste right. They tasted sour, at first he thought the eggs were off. After checking the eggs, milk, butter and even the flour but they were all in date. He didn't add any lemon, actually he forgot all about the lemons. Never the less, the pancakes left a sour taste in his mouth. Sack this he thought as he scraped the mostly uneaten pancake in the bin. Next went the batter, then the bowls, utensils etc were thrown into the washing up bowl, where Tony commenced the grand task of washing up.
After drying up and placing the equipment and ingredients in their proper places, he hung the towel up and went to the elevator. Once into the elevator, he was unsure of what to do, or, more precisely, where to go. He couldn't think, he couldn't decide. His hand was halfway to the button panel. Thankfully, JARVIS knew his creator enough to realize where he needed to be.
"42, sir?"
"Yeah..." Tony said his eyes glazing over and his arm falling as if in slow motion to his side. He couldn't think. But he was Tony Stark THE genius. Clever people can think, hell they have solved half the worlds problems using their brains. He himself had successfully created world peace for god's sake! But he couldn't. He couldn't focus, he was confused, his emotions were mixed, his vision was blurry. He needed a drink. He knew that much.
Running on autopilot he managed to stagger out of the lift and towards one of his many bars. Sitting down at the bar he proceeded to pick up a bottle of... Apple juice? He looked at the label confused, this had to be a joke.
"JARVIS, honey. Has someone played a very nasty trick on me?"
"Sir, I believe it was Miss Potts who deemed it necessary to remove all the alcohol from the tower an-"
"What the fuck JARVIS?" Tony was bewildered, angry, annoyed and desperate for alcohol.
"Sir, I believe it was done three weeks ago after you almost died from alcohol poisoning. It was with good reason."
"There is never a good reason to not drink." He muttered.
He climbed of the bar stool feeling numb. He couldn't be angry at Pepper, JARVIS was right, it was with good reason. He needed to get out though. He felt trapped.
"JARVIS, activate suit 42" Suit 42 was the escape suit. When he felt the need to fly he needed to be light, no weapons, no distractions. The suit could not be detected by SHIELD or any government or Army systems. It was invisible. Retro-reflective panels. He couldn't even receive calls. The suit formed around him. He felt empowered already. The feeling of freedom to go any where. JARVIS opened the window before Tony could blast it open. They didn't need any more windows replacing.
Tony was free. Free to fly, free to fall. He could go any where. Any where. He started to fly towards Randy's Donuts. He got to the giant doughnut and landed, this time on top of the ring. He opened the helmet and felt the cold evening on his face. The wind seemed to caress him, he could feel it pulling to him, the urge to be in the air growing stronger. He was just about to put his helmet, but he stopped. Why was he doing this? Why did he feel like this? Why did he feel the need to be free when he wasn't trapped? All these questions seemed to make the urge to fly vanish. Why should he run?
He put on his helmet and got up. He took to the air and instead of running from his fears, he braced the wind and ran towards them, well, flew to them.

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