Chapter 9
"Sir, have you considered the probability of Miss Potts viciously murdering you due to lack of judgment?" Jarvis' voice piped up through the speakers of the suit he was comfortably standing in as it attached itself to him.
"Jarvis, I haven't flown a suit in nearly a week, I'm loosing my touch," Tony complained, firing up the repulsers and taking off toward the business section of town. Jarvis still didn't agree, but decided against further argument, fearing that he'd be muted if he continued pressing against the genius.
People with mugs of coffee and bags under their eyes were tired and far beyond any surprises as they wrapped up their long days at the office. Then a man in a red and gold suit flew past the window.
"Hello civilians, how have you been?" Tony asked them, his outer speakers booming across the night time sky of New York.
Yells of "Iron man!" and "Is that Tony freaking Stark?!" filled the air as the bright lights of cameras and lampposts filled the dim streets.
"Yup, that is indeed the Tony of Stark-ness...- Sure, whatever," Tony said, his head still a bit groggy from the medication he was given to help him sleep when he got back home.
"Anthony Stark!" Pepper's furious voice boomed through the speakers of Tony's suit.
"Jarvis, you answered a call from Pepper?! Traitor!" Tony complained to his AI, preparing himself for the anger that was about to be thrown his way.
He started listening to Pepper's requests for him to come back home, that it wasn't safe, that he was still medicated, and for goodness sake was he trying to kill himself?!
His head spun with unanswered questions, but he didn't answer until the requests for them became many.
"Tony! Are you listening?!" Pepper yelled.
"I'm um- I'm on my way- back to the tower," Tony murmured, suddenly worried. He stopped midair, facing his repulsers to the ground to float for a moment. He looked down at the bluish whitish glow of his arc reactor and took a reassuring deep breath, untangling himself from whatever bad memory he was remembering.
"Anthony Stark, I said, RIGHT NOW!" Pepper screamed at him again.
"I said I'm on my way!" Tony yelled back, the noise giving him a confused feeling of something that didn't feel like a headache, but had the same effect of messing up his thoughts.
"Good!" Pepper replied, then she hung up.
When Tony landed on the platform and began removing his armor, a very angry Pepper sat waiting inside the tower.
"Okay, wait," Tony interrupted her, "First off, don't call me Anthony, that's not... My parents are the only people who ever called me that. I'd like to keep it that way, if you don't mind."
"Fine," Pepper replied, her voice becoming even and a bit less annoyed, "Go to bed, now."
"But-" Tony began.
"I'm not kidding, if you don't go to bed right now, I'm gonna start screaming."
Tony backed off, slowly making his way down the hall to his bedroom.
"Good night," Tony called back, trying to earn a bit of forgiveness.
"Good night, Tony," Pepper replied, then he heard her retire to her own room.
The medication had to wear off quickly, Tony thought to himself. I guess I'll sleep until it does... Mide as well, not like I can focus with it-...
With that last thought, he collapsed into bed and fell into a dreamless sleep. Dreamless sleeps were something he could only now acquire while he was drugged or unconscious, since every time other than that when he closed his eyes, he saw images of aliens and wormholes surrounded by explosions and darkness.
Okay, darkish ending... Yeah, I suppose. But who cares? I like it.
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