If there was one thing we were tied to, it was losing. People like Stark, like me, we don't get happily ever after. Suddenly the world decides who gets to be happy and who gets the shitty life. The world decided thats what we get. We get to live with the consequences of our teammates while they go away scot-free. Quite frankly, it's bullshit. But on the other hand, we can't argue with it, whatever the fate. The end game.
All of this BS started when his robot Ultron turned against us, for better and for worse am I right? That whole fiasco had put blame on us and I mean, it was our fault but not ours. We didn't make the calculations that'd Ultron would kill Jarvis and attempt to take over the world. That part wasn't our fault.
Yet Tony and I still mingled with them with fake smiles, fake laughs, fake everything. Every good emotion wasn't real until the laugh wasn't the same monotonous tone or the smiles weren't through closed lips. Those moments? Those moments were more rare than the rarest gem or jewel in the world.
People didn't notice that we were slowly deteriorating. Our personalities were along with our behaviour. Tony's tried to jump into a conversation with the rest of them and more often than not, he can drop out and they wouldn't notice. Same with me. I'd be happy talking to Natasha and all of a sudden Steve steals her away to talk. I pretend it's alright, smile like I'm not burning up on the inside and wave her off.
Now Tony and I only talk to each other. Sometimes Friday. She was equipped with sarcasm so late at night when I jump out of my sheets, out of my skin from a heart wrenching, gut twisting, bone crushing nightmare, she's there. These days she's the only one I can be myself with. And Tony of course. Those two were the only people who gave two fucks about my ideas or rambles.
"Tony." I whispered, pushing in on his ajar door. His fluffy carpet met my toes for the eighth time in two days, a soft groan slipping from my lips at the pleasure.
"Yes, dear?" The gaze. That's what got me when my best friend looked up at me with a blank look. A look I hadn't seen since Obadiah betrayed him. A looming sense of fear that sat in the deepest pits of my stomach, churning at full speed all the time. It never once stopped, only now did it go into override.
"I uhm," My hand unknowingly wiped a stray tear from the strains of my eye, sniffling. "I think we should take a vacation. Two weeks, minimum. Let the rest of them figure out what to do. Pepper can uhm... She-she can run the industry while we're away. I've been... This is something I've-" Tony pushed himself off the couch, grabbing me by the elbows in a firm grasp.
"Done. We're going to Maui. Pack up, darling." I watched him smile with one that held the emotion of a million children, bursting at the seams with light.
Running out his door, light on my feet, running from the torrent of memories that bombarded my mind everyday in this place.
The day we came back the atmosphere where cut through felt heavier, less lighthearted than before. Minding our business, Tony slipped his hand into mine, dragging me along so we could avoid the slew of questions about to be thrown our way. I felt a few tiny squeezes, matching his calm heart beat. Beating in sync with mine. His heart is usually pumping at a million miles per hour but whenever he's around me, it's slow. Calm. Relaxed. Which is what Tony needs. "Where you guys been?"
It all went down hill from there but I handled it. "Maui. Tony and I were in Maui, slamming down margaritas on a Sunday night. Listening to dance music while we watched the sunset. And honestly, after how we've been treated here, we deserved that vacation. No, actually, it should've been longer but Tony missed Friday and I did too so we came back." Steve was shocked at my reaction. And honestly, the dirtbag should be. He and the rest of the team should wallow in sadness after blaming us for every damn problem in the group.
"If you wanna know why Y/N is the way Y/N is, ask Friday." Tony pulled me away from the ever rising situation before I could blow up on Steve and land blow after blow on his face. "It's gonna be okay, love." Tony whispered into my neck as I straddled his lap lazily.
"I'm sure it'll be Tony. I mean," I sighed, resting my forehead on his, admiring Tony's crystal blue eyes from close up, grinning unashamedly when I noticed dashes of green thrown in there. "we were always bound to lose, right?" He blinked once, silently agreeing with me.
Closing my eyes once more, I imagined we were standing in the sun again, slamming down margaritas as fast as possible. There, all our problems were forgotten and the only thing we really worried about was what time we would go to and how long we could drink. There, sitting in Tony's lap with my eyes closed, I envisioned us back in Maui, laughing all the time, with real smiles that reach our ears on our face.
