@aparecium-muses said “8 from Harry″ for the Spotify Meme: Something I Need - One Republic
Last night I think I drank too much, call it a temporary crutch, With broken words I tried to say, Honey don’t you be afraid
Tony woke up on the workshop couch with a bottle still in his hand. He groaned. His head felt like it had been split in two, and though he couldn’t remember much of the night before, he had a feeling it wasn’t because of a fight with Iron Man. This was a hangover. Again. He hadn’t been hungover this often (and it had been every day since he started drinking again, prompting an endless cycle of ‘a little hair of the dog that bit you’) in years. He glanced at the table beside him, covered in blueprints, tools, and empty bottles; then the bulletin board on the wall: his four year AA chip pinned beside plans for an arc reactor remodel. Maybe he’d throw both away today.
His stomach sank even further as JARVIS read out the number of times Lily had tried to contact him, tried to get into the workshop after he’d locked her out. He contemplated going out to see her, to try and explain--apologize--but the need to find another drink to quiet the ax in his brain won over.
And then he heard it: the scuffling of small feet, the tell tale signs that despite the best security in the world, he wasn’t alone in this room. Tony had his hand on his watch, ready to call the armor, when he spotted him: a boy--seven or eight by the look of him--huddling under Tony’s workbench with broken glasses and a scar on his forehead like a lightning strike. The machines on Tony’s bench were going crazy, whirring and buzzing, just like they did every time Thor opened a portal or Wanda used her magic.
Tony blinked. Maybe he’d drank more than he thought.
He moved closer to the desk and crouched down while he was still a good three feet away. “Hey Kid,” he said. “I don’t know how you got in here, but I have a feeling we’re both a little confused right now. What do you say you come out so we can talk?”
