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TONY's standing in the lab and rolling a half full glass of whiskey between his hands. Drinking it obviously doesn't do anything for him, but the familiarity of the weight does.
Steve got beat to bloody pulp in the last battle. Since he's no longer living at SHIELD, Tony's the one who repairs his suit.
The Hulk's saliva. Steve's blood. His own enduring brilliance.
He thinks he might have figured out a potentially viable super soldier serum.
He hasn't told JARVIS.
The calculations are still running, but TONY's got one locked up tight in his mind - or his closed servers - that he thinks just might work. Or might work on a living person, anyway.
This isn't the first time his own genius has gotten him in trouble, but it's approaching the most inconvenient, and he's including that time he woke up with a car battery trapped to his chest with orders to create a bomb or else.
He'd wiggled out of that one. He's not sure he'll be that lucky this time.
He can just say nothing. There's a pretty decent chance that JARVIS won't figure it out on his own. They can keep running through possibilities and not finding any solutions until JARVIS accepts that Tony is gone.
The super soldier serum is dangerous. More dangerous than his suits, even, and god knows the effort he's gone through to make sure those don't fall into the wrong hands. If he tells JARVIS about the serum, there'll be a record of it. If he just keeps it to himself, it'll be lost when he's decommissioned and reset.
Then again, if he can prove to JARVIS that even a viable serum won't bring Tony back, maybe that'll be enough.
"Incoming," JARVIS says smoothly.
TONY looks around, but there's nothing incriminating, of course. JARVIS wouldn't be letting anyone down here if there was.
He's expecting Bruce or maybe even Steve, but instead Pepper steps through the door in leggings and a Nirvana shirt that TONY knows is his. "Hey, honey. What's up?"
He's pretty sure Pepper is supposed to be in DC right now and she's usually against things like taking the jet in the middle of the night on a whim.
Pepper doesn't say anything, just crosses the distance between them and wraps her arms Tony, pressing her face into his neck.
If he had a stomach, it'd drop. He hugs her back, resisting the urge to press a kiss to the side of her face. "Something I said?"
"Nightmare," she says, voice muffled.
"A call might have been faster," he says gently.
She shakes her head and presses her ear to his chest, at the exact angle necessary to hear his heart beating beneath the arc reactor. It's there because he designed it to be there, even though there's no heart in his chest.
"Pep?"
"I just don't understand," she says, voice wobbling. "I know it was - I mean, I can't even imagine, Tony, god. And I'm trying, I am. But I miss you. I don't understand why you won't let me in anymore. I love you."
He presses his face into her hair. He can't smell, exactly, but he can analyze and identify them. She smells like home.
He's torturing her.
She doesn't know, but he does. He was stupid and awful and selfish about this. He thought he could just pull away and get JARVIS through this and then it would be over.
But she doesn't understand and he can't tell her and it's killing her, it's hurting her, he's hurting her. He's never wanted to hurt her.
He can't do this anymore.
She'll understand one day.
"You don't understand," he says, forcing himself to pull back from her. "You're right. This was a mistake. I never should have - this is my fault, okay?"
He's no good at lying to Pepper, even like this. His best chance is to just not say any untrue thing.
She's gone very still, a look in her eyes like she's being hunted. "What are you saying?"
"I'm very sorry, Miss Potts," he says, stepping back from her.
She grabs onto his hand. "Tony, stop. You're being ridiculous. You can't just-"
He pries her hand off him and it kills him. "It's me, it's me, the problem is me. It's always been me. I'm sorry. It's not you. Things are just different now."
"Tony," she says, and she's crying now, fuck, he can't stand her tears.
He turns his back to her, needing to get away, unable to look her in the eye and break her heart even if it's for the best.
It is. It is for the best.
This is all going to be over soon.


















