Tony Stark didn't like Frozen (ironawesome) wrote in marvel_prep, @ 2015-06-28 10:14:00 |
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Entry tags: | iron man, pepper |
Characters: Tony and Pepper
NPCs: Jarvis likely.
Location: Tony's high rise apartment
Timeline: After the fight with Cap
Description: Tony's reflecting, somber, and probably drunk.
Rating: PG-13 for likely language, and drunkenness.
The door to the apartment was open, and the apartment was still a mess from the fight Tony'd had with Captain America. The couch was broken, some of the walls cracked and broken; the floor had a few dents in it, and glass tables shattered, some windows cracked but not blown through. There were scorch marks everywhere from the pulse blasts, tables overturned, and it was obvious that the fight had been large and Tony hadn't given two shits about the home.
Now, though, the place was dark, what light there was coming from the city outside. The place was calm, serene, quiet; it reflected chaos though, and the image was almost a perfect representation of Tony's life. Chaos, a mess, mistake after mistake, and falling apart around him.
Tony himself was downstairs in the laboratory, all lights off it was nearly pitch black save for some of the computer banks and lights from the servers casting a dim blue-green across the otherwise still laboratory. The place where the Iron Man armor usually stood, on the far side of the room, was empty and the dim blue light that raised from the floor illuminated a bit of that corner of the space.
Tony himself was seated at his desk, simply staring ahead with his glass in hand. He ran his fingers slowly around the rim of the glass, before taking hold of it and lifting it up to take a drink from his whiskey, setting it down once more, he looked down at the desk in front of him. Pictures of his mother and father sitting there, all of them with him in them as a kid. The box they had been in was laid up next to him, on the floor, more files and pictures and trinkets from the past sitting in there. He wasn't really looking at them now, mostly just staring into space with glass in hand, reflecting about everything he'd lost. He felt somber, couldn't even begin to find the charm he was so famous for; there was no humor in this, just the feeling of loss.
Another sigh, quiet in the room, before he took another drink.