New Beginnings... (for ![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
vintagecaptain)
May. 20th, 2014 07:17 pmMurphy's Law states that if it can go wrong it will. When it rains it pours. And you know what? Murhpy was an asshole that needed to die in a fire. Just saying. Tony hated the guy even if he really wasn't all the sure that the guy was a guy or if a guy named Murphy ever existed. Did it matter? Life sucked right now. For just about everyone on the impromptu Avengers team. And being chased back to New York had to be the hardest thing in his life.
Especially when all the shit went down in DC. And he couldn't do a damn thing about it.
Sitting in front of the armor he'd built most recently, he started cataloging the pieces. The piece he'd made first when Pepper started asking questions. The piece she started yelling when she realized what he was doing. And staring down at the helmet, he felt his brow furrow as he remembered her saying she needed to leave. Get far away and she'd not called since.
Lifting his head to the rest of the armor, he mused quietly that he'd not painted it yet. Turning the helmet in his hands, he pointedly ignored the hurricane of a mess that was his lab. He ignored the broken pieces all over the floor and the shattered glass... and the bottles of alcohol he'd meant to drink but he used for target practice instead. All that looked perfect was the armor.
Natasha didn't bother coming in anymore, neither did Bruce. Jarvis stopped asking him to leave the lab... and instead had people leave food in the elevator. And right now, the music was loud enough to make his ears bleed. Well.. if he were a lesser person.
Especially when all the shit went down in DC. And he couldn't do a damn thing about it.
Sitting in front of the armor he'd built most recently, he started cataloging the pieces. The piece he'd made first when Pepper started asking questions. The piece she started yelling when she realized what he was doing. And staring down at the helmet, he felt his brow furrow as he remembered her saying she needed to leave. Get far away and she'd not called since.
Lifting his head to the rest of the armor, he mused quietly that he'd not painted it yet. Turning the helmet in his hands, he pointedly ignored the hurricane of a mess that was his lab. He ignored the broken pieces all over the floor and the shattered glass... and the bottles of alcohol he'd meant to drink but he used for target practice instead. All that looked perfect was the armor.
Natasha didn't bother coming in anymore, neither did Bruce. Jarvis stopped asking him to leave the lab... and instead had people leave food in the elevator. And right now, the music was loud enough to make his ears bleed. Well.. if he were a lesser person.
