This one is for Anna Katari, whom I basically ignored the whole month and more because I had exams, SORRRRRYYYY MY SADIST SIS!

So yeah, I am writing her a fic as an apology :)

Chapter:Iknowwhichnumberbutyolo

"Mr. Stark!"

"Tony!"

"Mr. Anthony!'

Different voices, all suffocating him, as they preyed on him, yes, Tony was in a press conference.

"What happened to you in the crash?!"

"How did you survive the crash!"

"-Your injuries-"

"What about Stark industries-"

He leaned closer to the mic, " I cannot disclose more than the information already given to you before, I am just here to-"

Obadiah pulled him back, whispering, "They are vultures, Tony. Let me handle them. You should rest."

He was not wrong. He wanted to sleep. He wasn't used to the implant still, and felt tired after short intervals. Also, he had no interest in talking to these people. He could trust Obadiah. He had always helped him in rough a strange way, Obie had become family.

He trudged towards the exit.

" Do you need help?" One of the bodyguards asked him.

"No." He spoke through gritted teeth. This was how it was going to be from now on. He should get used to this.

Rhodey had not come to the conference. He had asked them not to. He didn't want him to see him like-

Who was he kidding,Rhodey had seem him at his worst. He had been with him at the hospital the whole time, as he screamed,in burning pain, for days and night. He was indebted to him.

The accident was long ago, but this was the first time he had stepped out of the hospital, and he had to attend a press conference. Obie had said that it would help him forget.

They had just ripped away his scab and watched him bleed.

Pain engulfed him, whether physical, or mental, he did not know, he could not know. Tony simply said" Washroom." To the guard and ran in the opposite direction.

As he looked in the mirror, he felt safe.

He was alone.

Privacy was comforting.

"Smile, Tony." Obie had said.

He smiled, looking at himself in the mirror.

And the smile fell, with the weight of bitter memories. His father was dead. In all his superiority, Anthony Edward Stark was just a lost boy with dead parents.

Obie could not bring them back.

With that , he began to sob, because all the time that had passed could not heal him.

No.

Obie...he had Obie.

"Smile Tony."

He put his bag pack on the edge of the washbasin and pulled out a bottle of alcohol .

Obie could not bring him back, but Obie could help him forget. He had said this would help.

With that, he took his first sip, naive mind not knowing what the future held.