He'd known. The whole time there had been something nagging at him. He simply ignored it untill now and it was staring him in the face. He heaved a sigh and concentrated again on what exactly was being said to him.

"You are without a doubt the most irresponcible man I know! And they expect me to work with you?" the blonde yelled angrily.

Captain Steve Rogers. He was an impressive man when he wasn't angry. So seeing him like this was akin to watching an angry tiger pacing behind bars.

"Working with you is like herding cats! It's impossible!" the captain spat at him. The brunette just shrugged a little.

"Actually cap, cats aren't that bad. You just need some really high powered lazer pointers," he smirked into the glass of amber liquid he was drinking from. The captain's patience visibly snapped and Tony sighed as his glass was batted out of his hand and shattered against the wall.

"Well that wasn't very nice." Stark crossed the room to collect another glass and whiskey but was stopped in his tracks by a strong grip on his upper arm. An electric shock shot through him and his heart began to beat just a bit faster.

"You have to be more careful Tony. Just because you're iron man doesn't mean you are actually made of metal. We can't just weld you back together. One of these days, you'll be in serious trouble and no one will be able to get to you." Steve spoke quietly, trying to make the other man understand exactly what it was that was so important. Tony just shrugged the captain off his arm and retreated to his bedroom.

"Sir, Mr. Stark has asked that you be escorted to your vehicle, will that be nessescary?" J.A.R.V.I.S vocalized to the young blonde.

"No, thank you Jarvis. I'll see myself out." And with that he walked out. Tony let his head flop agains the wall in his bedroom as he heard the doors open and close, signaling the departure of the good captain. He crossed his arms over his chest and took a steadying breath. He had refused medical attention again, and as a result, there was a warm feeling on his hip as is lasceration opened yet again. He grimaced and sighed as he walked towards his bathroom for the first aid kit. He spent the rest of his evening pulling metal shrapnel from his wound and drinking several bottles of whiskey.