"You know what this crater reminds me of?" asked Harley. Him and Tony were sitting in the rubble of what was said to be the sight of a suicide at the end of an alley. A soldier named Chad Davis apparently went crazy, built a bomb, and killed him self. An act that also killed five others. The shadows of five people were burnt into the wall, which was odd because there should have been six. The crater they sat infront if was most likely where the 'bomb' went off.

"No idea. And Im not- I dont care" replied Tony, knowing where this was leading.

"A giant wormhole, in um, in New York. Does it remind you?" said Harley, eager for Tony's answer. Tony rubbed his face with one hand, then looked at Harley.

"Thats manipulative. I dont wanna talk about it."

"Are they coming back? The aliens?"

"I dont know" said Tony, his voiced becoming strained. He looked forward. "Maybe, can you stop? Remember what I told you? That I have an anxiety issue?"

"Does this subject make you edgy?" asked Harley.

"Yeah, a little bit! Can I just catch my breath for a second?" Tony said, growing more panicked and more annoyed with Harley.

"Do u need a plastic bag, to breath into? Do u need medication?" Harley started to question.

"No."

"Do you need to be on it?"

"Probably!"

"Do you have PTSD?"

"I dont think so."

"Are u going completely mental? I can stop, if you- do you want me to stop?"

"Remember when I told you to stop doing that? I swear, youre gonna freak me out!" Tony snapped. He stared forward for a moment, then completely lost it. He stood up, his hands on the back of his head.

"Aw man you did it, didnt you. You happy now?" he exclaimed, before turning and starting to run.

"What did I say?" Harley called after him. Tony started ripping off his jacket.

"I need my suit" he breathed.

"Hey wait up!" Harley yelled, now running after Tony.

"I need my suit" Tony said again, breathless. Why did this have to keep happening? Why did people have to keep bringing up New York? Tony reached the end of the alley and grabbed a pole, which had a street sign on top. He threw his coat to the ground, and then did the same himself.

"Tony. Tony!" yelled Harley, now catching up to Tony. Tony took off his hate and rubbed snow on his face, the cold taking his mind off the panic a bit.

"What the hell was that?" asked Harley, looking down at Tony crumpled on the ground in the snow. Usually, Tony would have replied with a comment about how Harley was too young to swear. But instead, he crumpled the snow he held to his face in a ball and threw it at Harley.

"Your fault" he said between his heavy breaths. "You spazzed me out." Harley waited patiently for Tony to calm down. His breathing finally slowed, and his wide eyes went back to normal.

"Okay. Back to business. Where were we?" he said, and the two continued to figure out the mystery of Chad Davis' death.