#avengers starter

The invasion on New York was successful. Loki and his army managed to defeat the Avengers and take control of the city. 

Stark tower was now his own, and Tony was locked away somewhere. He looked out the giant glass windows and sighed. Loki was triumphant in the battle and stood there by the bar, amazed in his glory.

He heard a noise behind him and turned around, pointing the scepter at whoever it may be.

Somehow, someone had gotten through all his security measures, Jarvis, and past everyone else. They had even somehow gotten into his workshop which was locked because he didn’t want to be bothered and they had him caught him off guard. The suit that he had been working on was knocked on top of him which knocked the air out of him so he couldn’t really breathe and he felt like two of ribs had been ruined and not to mention the area around the arc reactor was a bit sore.

But that didn’t hurt as much when the person had their weight to the heavy suit that was laying on top of him. Which caused him to grunt and he tried to call out for Jarvis but the person had put duct tape over his mouth before ripping open his shirt which caused Tony to go into a frenzy and struggled which only resulted in him being punched several times which left him disoriented and during that time, the arc reactor was ripped out which left him in excuriating pain. It thrown far enough away that Tony couldn’t get to it and the person left, they must of deactivated Jarvis somehow.

He managed to get the tape off and tried reaching for the arc reactor, straining but couldn’t reach. He tried calling for one of the bots but they weren’t responding either so he had to respond yelling and hoping that someone who hear him before he took his last breath and was no more. “Help! Anyone! Please!” It wasn’t easy to yell either and he was wasting oxygen by doing so too. “Steve! Bruce! Rhodey! Pepper! Romanoff! Somebody please?!” He was getting lightheaded so it was hard to think of names now as well.

Marnie huffed as she made her way into the apartment she shared with her other half in Brooklyn, tired from the day and ready to slip into a nice bath or their warm bed. She stretched as she stepped inside the hallway, walking down to their bedroom. She pulled all of her clothes off and stood looking out the window, luckily they were up high enough that no one could really see into their apartment.

Marnie walked out to the kitchen, comfortable being totally nude in their home and grabbing a wine glass for a much deserved drink.

"FRIDAY," Tony's voice cut through the still air like a blazing butter knife through warmed butter, brown eyes settled on the holographic numbers that littered the white top of the lab table.

Swishing his hand over the numbers and equations, he sent the screen towards the wall where it righted itself. His footsteps fell simply as Stark grabbed a coffee mug, pulling it to his lips.

"Send the following equation to the main server. " The male commanded simply, a soft 'yes sir' coming from the AI that lived within the walls of the compound.

Downing the little contents that lingered in his cup, Tony's brown eyes landed again on the numbers.

'Focus, Tony.'

His thoughts were simple and quiet as he moved to write another set of equations and numbers out, ignoring the aches that littered his body. His lungs still screamed to swallow whatever air at all times, his limbs ached from the battles that waged. His mind begged for silence amongst the chaos that was inside Anthony Stark's head.

Yet, even in sleep, silence never came. So the man with everything in the world went without until his body collapsed each time, the circles that told of countless sleepless nights and barely enough rest to function normally.

Normally.

Tony Stark was NOT normal. That fact was learned when he lost his parents, and the chaotic life that followed only further provided evidence to support it.

Anthony Howard Stark was no normal man.

He would forever be

Iron Man.

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