Marvel Oneshots And Crack

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A bit of a vent here because writing is my outlet and I'm crying as I write this.
At some point, Tony realized neither of his parents could actually be there for him. And he gave up on them.

Tony POV || May 8th

Hours earlier
On a sunny, balmy May afternoon, Tony Stark sat in the auditorium, perched on the edge of his seat in anxious anticipation. He was short and skinny, a crew cut of dark brown hair hidden under a new silk graduation cap. A sheen of sweat glistened on his forehead.

Although his tense, anxious face didn't show it, he was almost as excited as he had been when DUM-E had come to life. The robot in question was tucked away in his dorm room, away from prying eyes and grabby hands.

"Stark, Anthony."

His chest fluttered. Balling the fabric of his overlarge sleeves, he stuck out his chest and took one step, then another, then a third, towards the podium.

Entering the stage from stage left, he faced the audience. An acceptable amount of clapping greeted his ears, but he was only looking for the faces of three people. His dark eyebrows met each other in a frown, teeth gnawing on his lower lip, the fringes of his sleeves becoming drenched in clammy sweat. His eyes frantically searched the crowded auditorium for two faces he didn't see, the only ones he cared to see.

Tony went through the motions, mouth pressed in a flat line. The lights and cameras shone on him, illuminating him in the most flattering way possible. But nothing, not even a smile, could be found on his face.

He took his diploma, shook the Dean's hand, and promptly walked behind his peers to the seats they came from.