Behind closed doors

Chapter 4

A/N- Two updates in a month, lets gooo. (I know it doesn't seem like much, but it takes a lot of time to write each chapter, so I'm proud)

Happy Halloween!

OH AND HERE IS A PICTURE OF MY DOGGO, ITS ALSO MY RABBITS BIRTHDAY THERE IS ALSO A PICTURE OF HER :D

-Third Person P.O.V-

*Location- Stark Tower*

Tony scrubbed a hand over his tired face, blinking away the sleep that had settled in his eyes. Last night had been rough, he was able to get away from Happy, Rhodey and Pepper mostly. But they did force food down his throat, pushed him into a shower and then dragged him to bed.

He wasn't complaining though, even after sleeping he was exhausted and a part of his brain was craving more alcohol; the lack of alcohol currently running through his system made him feel more then a little ill.

Sadly, he knew today wouldn't be a day where he could hide away and drink his feelings away. The three of them had made it clear yesterday that he wouldn't be allowed to continue on with how he was acting and that he had to at least try.

He distantly understood what they meant, and yet he couldn't seem to make himself completely believe it, after all he didn't really have much of a reason to care about much anymore. He only had three people now in his life that actually mattered to him.

They all wanted to talk to him about what was happening and how he was going to fix it.

A scoff fell from his lips as he shook his head a little. Why must he be the one who has to try and fix it all. He was the one who had tried to keep it all together, to sign those accords for the better of them all. He didn't even want to sign the accords and have to deal with Ross, but he did, he did it for his family.

But instead, his family left him. Left him alone to deal with the aftermath and mess that they had left behind.

And Steve had left him.

Left him alone to die in a wasteland of snow and earth. No civilisation for hundreds of miles to be seen.

'Boss, you appear to be suffering with an anxiety attack. Would you like me to contact someone?' FRIDAY voices, cutting through the flashbacks that were overloading his mind.

Tony blinks back into reality, beginning to notice his laboured and shallow breathing. He sat up, gripping the bedsheets tightly with his shaking hands. He knows it would be better if someone were here, but he doesn't want someone, anyone in fact to see him like this.

"N-no FRI," he whispers, his eyes tightly shut as he tries to slow his breathing and make it deeper.

FRIDAY didn't reply but Tony knew she had listened. Although Tony distantly knew that the others knew he was anxious, and probably had panic attacks, but they were yet to see him have an attack. To the world, he's known as The Tony Stark, AKA Iron man, there was no way that Iron man would have any form of mental health issues.

And yet, he does. Sometimes Tony hates that he does, but he knows it can't be helped, even heroes aren't that strong.

Finally, he is able to calm himself down. His hands were now in his hair, pulling on the greying strands in order to ground himself a little more to the present.

He was okay.

It was over now.

He pulled himself out of bed, groaning a little at the sharp pain in his head as he does so. He moved slowly towards the en-suite. As soon as he got in there he moved over towards the mirror, grimacing slightly when he looks at himself.