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As I looked up from Yinsen's lifeless body, I walked toward the mouth of the cave, which took a lot of will to do. I walked out into the hot, bright sun to see all the men aiming their guns at me. One of them yelled something but wasn't audible to me through the helmet. Suddenly, they all started firing their guns at me and let me tell you, they wasted lots of bullets. Once they ceased their fire, I said,

"My turn," and right then and there I turned on my flame throwers. Anything the fire licked, it set it on fire quickly. I wanted to destroy all my weapons in the process so every crate labeled Stark Industries on it, I burned. As I walked through the camp more bullets were fired at me but luckily none of them went through the suit. I was almost all the way through the camp when suddenly I heard a loud crack that hit the back knee of the left leg of the suit. I tried desperately to move but the suit wouldn't let me. More bullets came at me which made the situation worse. I had to do something quick because the flames were coming closer to me and that was not the way I wanted to die; in the flames I created. I slowly got back up to my feet with my left leg still immobile. The flames surrounded me on all sides, closing in on me, which was bad and good. The good thing was the weapons were destroyed; the bad thing was the only way to escape was up, which I was prepared for. I pulled a chord on the suit which deployed the rockets on my boots.

"Please let this work, please," I kept thinking to myself. Before I knew it, I was propelled into the sky leaving all the destruction I caused. All the pain and suffering I caused others and to myself was burning, it was all going to be gone. Forever.

Those few seconds in the air felt like eternity, but then gravity took over and I was hurtling towards the ground. Before I even had time to scream, I already hit the ground at full force. Once the sand cleared I took off my face mask to see the suit completely destroyed, but all I could say was, "Not bad."

I started taking note on all the injuries I had which was mostly just my right arm badly bleeding and hurting. Once I was out of the suit, I had no other choice but to start walking through the desert, still holding on to the little hope I had left that someone would find me out in that desert. I had to stop and wrap the leather coat around my head to keep me a little cooler. Hours passed and there was still no sign of life or anyone searching for me.

"No one cares about you. You're going to die out here and no one will find you and know that you did live," I thought.

"You can't think like that. Someone will find you," I thought again. I eventually started to see things but I still had enough sense to know that it wasn't real and to just keep going. I was starting to lose hope that anyone was going to find me in this huge desert. Just when I was about to give up, I heard a rumble in the distance.

"It can't be," I thought to myself. I turned around and saw a helicopter come toward me. I started flailing my arms not thinking they saw me because I was dehydrated and delirious. I sank down to the ground holding my arm up in the air with a peace sign; remembering the soldier that was taking a picture with me. I vowed right then in there to do peace signs for that soldier, which I still do today. The helicopter landed and I saw Rohdey come out along with a few other soldiers with their guns pointed on me. Rohdey came running toward me with disbelief in his eyes, that it really was me.

"How was the funvee?" he asked. All I did was sit there and just laugh through my delirium. I was just overjoyed seeing old platypus after so long.

"Next time you ride with me, okay?" I couldn't answer. Tears were making their ways into my eyes. He pulled me into an embrace and I remember sitting there sobbing. Now don't start judging, give me some time to explain. He quickly asked me if the thing in my chest was a bomb. I just shook my head. Once he hugged me all I could remember was what happened back in that cave and I knew that would never ever leave me. It was too much for me to handle all at once. I faintly remember him carrying me to the helicopter because I wouldn't move. He sat me down on a stretcher inside. He sat by me telling me "It's okay, it's all over," but in my mind, I knew it wasn't. When I remembered Yinsen, I cried even more. That it would stay there forever in the back of my mind along with Yinsen, who I will never forget.

You guys still judging? Well, you shouldn't be because you wouldn't react any different to what I did. Rohdey eventually settled me down and asked me what the thing in my chest was.

"It's keeping me alive. It's a miniaturized Arc Reactor," I explained and I told him why it was there but not who put it in or anything else about what happened back in that cave. He knew I would tell him when I was ready.

"We're going to have some guys check you out real quick, okay?" he told me. I shook my head. As he was getting up to leave I grabbed his arm, trying to get him to stay as if I were a little kid. He sat back down with me. The doctors checked my vitals and my arm which was just badly sprained. They started looking at the Arc Reactor and started touching it which made me scared because of a flashback of Head Honcho messing with it like he did back in the cave. Since I still thought I had the car battery, I started yelling and screaming at the doctor (which who appeared to be Head Honcho in my flashback) to get away. Someone told them to get away which jerked me back to reality. I looked over at Rohdey and started gasping for breath. He laid me down and told me to breathe and that we were on a helicopter and that it was okay and I eventually settled down again.

"Are we going home?" I muttered.

"Yes, Tony. We're going home," he replied. I laid there and smiled faintly.

"I'm going home."

So what do you guys think about a PTSD Tony? Do you want it or not? Leave a review and tell me! By the way, I got the peace sign idea from a Tumblr post. Thanks again! Don't forget to review :)