#onesis

This one is mostly dialogue. No Powers AU but Tony still has the Arc Reactor. 

"Did you love him?"

"Yes." James says, as if is a heavy burden to carry. Tony crumbles a little inside because it has always been that, he's a burden.

"And you told him so?"

James glares, "Repeatedly, he never said it back."

He can't help it and laughs: bitter and brittle.

"Glad you find it funny."

"Oh, hilarious," Tony answers, making eye contact with James over his sunglasses and pins him there, like a bug. "Now tell me, did I look for you for the sole purpose of sex?"

"No."

"Did I memorize your favorite foods, coffee order, fruit, color?"

James doesn't sound as righteous anymore. "You did."

"Did I include you in personal projects, let you meet the truly important people in my life? Did I or did I not make sure that you arrived home safe, attempted and most spectacularly failed in making chicken noodle soup when you had the mother of all colds because canned soup could never rival the homemade stuff?"

"I...yes."

"But no, James, you're right. How can you expect a robot like me to love anyone, right?" He stands, tapping repeatedly over the arc reactor. "I don't even have a real heart, for fuck's sake, love is an impossible task, what would I know about human emotions?"

He doesn't let the other man to get a word edgewise before leaving, his chest tighter, his throat burning and tears just fighting to get out. Tony breathes or tries to as he walks to his car.

"Stark!"

No, no, no, no. He will not turn around, he already made the mistake of working with this man and put himself on the spot to be hurt again; Tony will at least pretend he has some dignity left.

"Anthony, stop!" And it sounds like James is running, well, fine! He can run if he wants. Tony still feels like his lungs are finally giving out and his hands are shaky. Then, there's a hand wrapped around his bicep, halting his steps. "Anthony."

"What?!" Tony snaps, all the pent up emotion boiling over. "What more do you want from me?"

"I didn't know."

"Of course not! Because if someone can't say those three fucking words then they sure as hell can't love anyone, they can't hurt. My inability to say those words was enough for you to tuck your tail and run and blame me, so what Barnes, what more do you...?"

"Sweetheart, no!" It's like a plea, James' face transformed from a mask of cold disdain Tony had -not so- bravely endured for weeks, into something achingly familiar. Hands on his cheeks failing to catch all the tears, damn traitors. "Don't cry, please."

It's not like Tony can help it, he sobs. "I really fucking tried, I did."

"God, I'm sorry, dollface. I'm so sorry." They must look like a picture, standing on the sidewalk, having an overdue heart-to-reactor aided heart. James, hugging him while continued to spill his emotions. "Tony babe. I'm sorry, I'm sorry."

The Avengers were just waiting for the inevitable crash that came with Tony’s special brand of coping. This time, the man was storming the common floor -hair in disarray, dark circles around too wide eyes, and rapid-fire words- trying to hide his manic state.

“You would think that since I’ve been doing this Iron Man gig for a couple years now, people would have learned that kidnapping me is a god-awful idea. Seriously where do these clowns come from? I mean do I look like some helpless hack that can’t do shit without his suit? Don’t answer that, I’ve got enough feedback from a 40’s guy, I’m good. I think. FRIDAY, where is the coffee, dear?”

Too bad none of them were present when Tony finally decided to emerge. Leaving a totally unprepared Bucky Barnes, who just wanted some breakfast. He was ill-equipped to deal with Tony on a ‘normal’ day and this was so far removed from that it’s not even funny.

“Boss, the established parameters indicate that you aren’t allowed more coffee past the…”

“I’ll have you know, I still own carafes and haven’t forgotten how to operate a stove, FRIDAY.” Tony interrupted, condescending. The man looked bone tired and electrified; how was that even possible? Apparently if you were Tony Stark. “Also, who cares about parameters at this hour, kiddo? Live a little.”

“That’s wonderful advice, Boss.” How can a computer sound so saccharine? Christ, this century! “If you owned any gas operated stove that I didn’t have access to. Also: Malibu’s Christmas.”

Bucky certainly wasn’t prepared for Tony to start as the AI had slapped him, curse profusely and slam the cabinet door shut. “Fuck this, I don’t need this fucking level of sass and bullshit. I’ll just go to Starbucks.”

“You hate Starbucks and their pretentious coffee flavored water, boss.” It’s Bucky’s turn to jump startled when the genius proceeds to laugh loudly, while walking towards the elevator. Which won't open. "By Darwin's ashes, FRIDAY!"

It's all routine by now, bad guy, battle, boom boom, bad guy stopped, band-aid'ed boo-boos and bed.

This time Tony gets a little more roughed up than usual, and there's a latent headache when he accidentally falls asleep. No one worries because it's Tony after all.

He's bleary-eyed and fuzzy when he comes to and goes for his morning coffee. A triple of wrongness in his peripheral but is not until he moves to the windows that he becomes aware.

"Where the fuck am I?" His words a little slurred, but poignant in bewilderment and displeasure. "What? What the fuck am I doing in New York?"

"You live here, genius." Comes a snort from the kitchen. Tony turns to find a blonde man looking comfortable and pouring half the pot of coffee into a massive mug.

"Who the fuck are you?!" Tony's eyes are narrowed and he looks ready to pitch his cup at the blonde.

"Ha ha, are you that hungover?"

Tony swears he's never drinking again because that's the only viable explanation for this bizarre interaction. "JARVIS, what the fuck did I do, baby boy?"

The blonde man's face falls completely at this, Tony doesn't understand and JARVIS is not answering which is odd, because anywhere he went JARVIS did too. The man abandons the mug and practically sprints out of sight. Better then, no awkward morning after. Maybe JARVIS is miffed with Tony, wouldn't be the first time.

At least the blonde had the good taste of drinking his coffee black, Tony approved. The elevator opened and Tony didn't even turn around.

"Look, I bet we had a mighty good time last night but I'm a busy busy man." He needed to do face to face, Tony hated face to face. "And...oh! You're not the blonde, and you're not Pepper either. Where's Pepper?"

The redhead looked stiff like he'd said the wrong thing, nothing new then.

She looked like she was scanning him, and that was kind of bizarre. One thing though; the elevator was the gift that kept on giving because soon there were at least half a dozen people on his floor and Tony was completely surrounded.

"JARVIS, honestly who the fuck are this people? What the hell is going on?" And God, their faces were all some level of tragic, Tony hated been looked at like that.

"Tony." He whipped his head around to where the weird purple man was, his voice. Tony shook his head and the low-level headache exploded behind his eyes.

"JARV?" He used the counters for support as he tried to reach the body. He grasped the shoulders and roamed his hands over it. Was he high, dreaming? "I gave you a body, baby boy? When?"

"Tony, what year are we?"

"2008. We were in Malibu and you lived in the wires. What happened?"

"Motherfucker!" Someone cursed off the side, but Tony only had eyes for his creation, who had a body and called him Tony and not Sir and...

"You're not JARVIS!" He whispered and it carried like a gunshot over the room. He took his hands off the creature with his AI's voice and stumbled back.

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