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“T-Tony ? I swear, I never wanted to - I tried stopping him, but - “

Words stutter all together, form backing until she finds herself against a broken wall, contact bringing a light finch to her features. Scarring is still fresh, & energy is low enough that if he did want to bring some sort of REVENGE upon her for recent events; considering once thanos was all completed with the gems, she somehow ended up here, on titan, with him. The cerulean woman was entirely unknown to her, but considering there’s a sudden tip of a dagger at her throat, she’s not so joyous to see her either.

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“ the problem is you keep thinking i’m a good person. ”

angst & post-angst sentences. || @armorprotech || accepting

“Actually the problem is you can’t see that you are.” Voice soft as dark eyes stay focused on him. She wants to grab him and shake him to make him understand that he was a good, that he was worthy, but she knew it would be pointless. “That what the problem is, Tony. I don’t think you’re perfect. No one is. I’m not holding you on a pedestal. I’d never do that. But I’m telling you that you are a good person. No matter what your brain is still you.”

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separate work from the past. a mantra created when she was accepted into the r&d department at stark industries ---- sometimes the name tastes foreign, and she does her best to ignore it. ( if she doesn’t, she’ll reminisce ---- to an apartment long abandoned, to what could’ve been and almost loves. ) HER WILL TO SUCCEED UNDER ADVERSITY MUST BE STRONGER THAN GHOSTS OF YESTERDAY.

and for the past two years, it has been.

it’s the second fireman’s ball she’s attended in the stead of the r&d department, one of the few times of the year she has to interact with the sentient shitstain that calls itself obadiah. it’s the first, however, that she runs into him.

he’s a ghost of the past, she reminds herself, even if she hears his voice next to her at the bar, her grip on her whiskey tightening like her throat, her lungs, her chest. ( it’s only her first glass, but goddamnit, she wishes that it wasn’t. )

a dearest memory and her worst nightmare, sitting right next to her.

( if that weren’t awkward enough, they accidentally made eye contact. )

still, she doesn’t back down --- regal as ever, leveling an even stare directly at him with no sign of backing down.

“ good evening, mister stark. “ she doesn’t offer much more than that, going back to her drink in one hand, and her heels dangling precariously from the other.

“ it’s been a while. “ / @armorprotech

#armorprotech #tbd armorprotech tag.#i have returned only to write flowery garbage for lion #As One Does

❝ here, sleep. ❞ ID K UHHHHF CUG KIN. HIS CONSCIENCE??? HIS RAGING FUCKIGN GHOST CONSCIENCE??? LACK OF OXYGEN??? IDK YANG JUS END ME PLEASE

---- HERE SLEEP.

SLEEP. wait... a.... moment....

No, no,no, no, no, NO HE CAN’T SLEEP.

But did he really need SLEEP? What was his head trying to do? He couldn’t do it -- he made promises he’ll be back. He needed to stay away LONGER. he needed to keep AWAKE LONGER. he couldn’t just start to pass out. He knew it was going to end this way, but he needed to wait LONGER -- he couldn’t go black, not yet.

His thoughts where about to KILL HIM. He wanted to be back home, in his lab, his the arms of PEPPER. He wanted to feel safe again. WHY MUST this happen to him? Why must -- anything like this happen to HIM of all people.

He knew, all to well he was a fuck up. People really did hate him. God hated him. Death loved him. But yet, something kept making him want to keep going. Was it to make everyone around him, hate him more?

He was alone.

ALONE.

so very alone.

But yet, his mind kept telling him to close his eyes to SLEEP. Space was lonely. But yet, he needed to keep his mind off of everything else. MAYBE just MAYBE the light will shine on him before the air runs out. its been four days since he ate anything, his body was slowly dying from it -- and the air was slowly starting to get thicker -- but yet, but --- yet. He was still trying to make throw it.

Being IRON MAN came with it’s perks -- he was able to make things out of nothing, but yet, he was in a small space ship and knew his time was coming to the end. But there was a wish to himself --- if he did make it home, there was so many things he wanted to do. Get a dog, finally marry the woman of his dreams, have a family --- say he was sorry to steve. Do things to make everything right once again. He didn’t want to fight anymore, but yet, he knew --- just knew, this might be the end for him. taking in a deep breath, he kept his eyes open --- just for a little bit longer.