Guess what?
This is a second prologue.
Yeah. There are two.
Know why?
CAUSE I DO WHAT I WANT I:
:D
Warnings: Mentions of Tony/Pepper, excessive drinking, and Tony Stark being Tony Stark.
I don't own any of this, all rights reserved for Marvel.
Enjoy~
Only Speak When It Improves the Silence
Prologue II
Tony Stark was bored.
And that was an understatement.
He was currently sitting on the couch, one leg stretched out on it, the other one was resting on the floor; his bear toes rubbing the cold tile slowly. A bottle of scotch laid on the floor next to his foot; it was half empty. A glass filled with amber liquid was in his right hand, his tablet in the other. Tony hadn't moved from that spot for ten hours, and he wasn't planning on moving any time soon. Tony tapped away at the screen, not really paying attention to what he was typing.
Pepper had stopped by yesterday to check up on him. Like he needed a babysitter. He was old enough to take care of himself. So what if he didn't eat, or sleep—or bathed—for a few days. His body was fueled by alcohol; it as used to going to the extremes. She shouldn't be worried about him because he didn't eat or anything, she should be worried about him if he did start eating; if he stopped drinking. Then everyone should be worried.
Ever since Pepper had broken up with him he hadn't felt comfortable around her. He still lived her—no. Tony never really loved Pepper. He cared about her, sure. She was one of the only people that had stayed by his side—and she knew everything about him, even the things he never told anyone. Tony would gladly admit that he needed her in his life, and not only to run the company. She basically organized his life, and he was perfectly okay with that.
Pepper hadn't given an excuse why she left, only "I can't take this anymore, Tony" and that's it. They were over. She moved out, he stayed in this large tower by himself. It had taken a whole week for Tony to realize that Pepper was really gone, that she wasn't going to come back. He would see her once every two months at most. She called to tell him about the company, or to ask if he was eating. The conversations usually never lasted more than ten seconds, and if Tony sat there and tried to make them longer with sarcastic remarks, she would quickly apologize and hang up.
After that week he had decided to take some time off and go back to his home in Malibu because all of the Avengers would be moving into his tower. It was no longer Stark Tower. Now it was called Avengers Tower. Tony provided everyone with everything; rooms, training room, gym, Stark tech, and money. Of course he also funded SHIELD, watched over Stark Industries, signed important papers Pepper needed him to sign, patrol the area when it was his turn as Iron Man, train with Steve, work on his tech and suits, improve JARVIS, drink lots of coffee and alcohol, and repeat.
Who needed sleep?
With a sigh, Tony set the tablet down on the coffee table. He looked down at the glass and downed the drink, setting the glass aside as well. He ran a hand down his face, sighing again; exhaustion catching up with him. He wasn't really sure how long it had been since he actually got a good night's rest. Being alone didn't help the fact that he needed sleep; loneliness caused him to over thing, over thinking caused him to work, and work meant no sleep.
Simple enough equation.
The solution was much harder.
Finally getting to his feet, Tony picked up the bottle as he walked to the balcony, looking out into the water. He took a long swing from the liquid, loving the burning sensation that numbed him. The sky was growing dark, and the stars were beginning to appear. He hadn't even realized how late it had gotten, or what day it was for that matter. Mumbling to himself he took another long gulp of scotch before he threw the bottle across the balcony. It shattered against the wall; scotch spraying everywhere, broken glass shards glistening in the dim light.
A loud thunder-like sound distracted Tony, making him look up at the sky. It looked like it was being ripped open, a bright white light—definitely not lightning—flashed through the clouds, blinding him. "JARVIS…" He said, rubbing his eyes and blinking a few times. He began to think that he was a bit too drunk and he was seeing things, but this seemed a bit too real.
"Yes, sir?"
"JARVIS what is that?" Tony asked, blinking the spots out of his vision. Everything was back to normal; no opening in the sky, no white light, no sound. Just silence and darkness.
"I am not certain, sir. It has similar characteristics of Thor's BiFrost and Tesseract interdimensional travels, but it is different."
Tony groaned and rubbed his eyes. "Fucking perfect. Get my suit ready, JARVIS." Tony said, finally sobering up enough to walk to the stairs that lead down to his lab.
At least something interesting was finally happening enough to catch his attention.
Okay, I promise the next update will be chapter one. XD
And it'll be much longer obviously.
I just wanna thank everyone who reviewed and followed this! I wasn't expecting so many! Thank you so much!
Also, my dear lil Tony~ I love you, hun~ *showers with you love* Hoped you liked this :3
~ SaYa
~ A