[ in the end, tony should have known it will all circle back to his problem. it's the last event, really; he hasn't properly slept since the one before that but the last one found its mark. the robots are building other, better robots. there's a clutter and a constant noise in his room. all the better as it keeps him away from sleeping. his eyes close and it all rushes back and then he has to work again.
he's building an army again; one that might fail, one that might never serve its purpose. but he's scared of the what if. the events, he already knows, are based on parts of their pasts and if the chitauri come back ( pouring out of the sky, out of the wormhole and beyond it - ) he has to try.
that's all anyone can do, rogers had written and hell, tony misses rogers. he still thinks the asshole would have at least been a better front to a joint effort. tony was always happier in the back, building everything, paying for everything but not getting personal. not like this.
but a conversation with frank castle rushes in what jarvis would have called a severe panic attack and for a day or two, he shuts down. he still doesn't sleep but some pieces sort themselves and he knows he owes some people an explanation or three.
it's always been easier with pepper.
in the end, he texts. of all things. ]
so i'm not well. which is why I'm not coming over. in person. to say I'm sorry.
I know I was a dick/asshole/jackass/insert weird british insult words.
i'm sorry. I promise I'll be there in person when I can.
( the 17th. )
he's building an army again; one that might fail, one that might never serve its purpose. but he's scared of the what if. the events, he already knows, are based on parts of their pasts and if the chitauri come back ( pouring out of the sky, out of the wormhole and beyond it - ) he has to try.
that's all anyone can do, rogers had written and hell, tony misses rogers. he still thinks the asshole would have at least been a better front to a joint effort. tony was always happier in the back, building everything, paying for everything but not getting personal. not like this.
but a conversation with frank castle rushes in what jarvis would have called a severe panic attack and for a day or two, he shuts down. he still doesn't sleep but some pieces sort themselves and he knows he owes some people an explanation or three.
it's always been easier with pepper.
in the end, he texts. of all things. ]
so i'm not well. which is why I'm not coming over. in person. to say I'm sorry.
I know I was a dick/asshole/jackass/insert weird british insult words.
i'm sorry. I promise I'll be there in person when I can.
[ when he's not so deeply hungover. ]