1610 Tony Stark / Alternatively 616 -
Primary FC: David Gandy
Tracks the tag: antoniostarky

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bluesuitpapa:

“I just wanted a proper goodbye this time.”

Phoenix pulled back, his throat closing a little as his eyes welled up slightly. He hung his head but it didn’t matter. Tony was going to leave, again. Phoenix was lucky enough to have loved ones to go back to and Tony was going to be alone.

“Have one on me, I guess.” He knew Tony was going to drink. If the shoe had been on the other foot, Phoenix probably would have drank too. He probably would have had a few before showing up. If he was going to be honest with himself he probably would have drank himself asleep but now wasn’t a good time to think about things like that.

_{Goodbye. That was it? That’s why he-}

_{Tony’s face plate slipped on again by instinct,
 tugging back and shaking his head. It was his security
 blanket, his mask, his suit of armour that would protect
him when he was hurt or injured, mentally or physically.
 Too bad it couldn’t pull him out of his depression, and too
bad that he was always too late to protect the ones he cared
 for. And when he tried to prepare for pre-emptive strikes to
protect them it was the people that turned against him. Calling
him and deeming his out of the box methods as abusive and
intrusive. It was trust he needed - real friends would’ve known
that he wouldn’t abuse his privileges, he wouldn’t spy, he wouldn’t
take advantage of security. He was better than that, but clearly
not in some peoples minds. They placed him low in their minds.
 Thinking that he was nothing but scum that would exploit the situation.} 

_{In the end, everyone leaves. He should’ve known that.
This guy just decided to smack him around first then
play mind games with him, it was no different to every
 other passer by in Tony’s life that he’d gotten too attached
 to. Maybe if that punch didn’t happen Tony would’ve told
him that the Avengers had disbanded, that his world was
collapsing because of the incursions, that he had no one
to go to, but now it was all dust in the wind. Like he would’ve cared.} 

_{He turned his back slowly and stepped out, suit making
loud thuds with each step before he left without a single word.
It was hard to keep his head held high, but he managed, barely.}