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Tony x Reader - Not anymore {Angst}

Hello! Two in one day again! *GASP*

That's want I'm going to start trying to do. Try to get two stories done and finished in a day. If that doesn't work out I'll pick a day to try and upload. We'll see.

Anyway! This is my first Tony X reader fic. So please be kind in the comments. And I will say, this gets angsty!

Warning: ⚠️TRIGGER WARNING!!⚠️ - DOMESTIC VIOLENCE!! (IF THIS IS SOMETHING YOU ARE NOT COMFORTABLE WITH THEN PLEASE DO NOT READ THIS STORY!!!), abuse, slapping, crying, mentions of alcohol, drunk Tony, mentions of sedation, swearing.

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               ⚠️⚠️FINAL WARNING⚠️⚠️

Being the wife of the famous "genius, billionaire, playboy, philanthropist", has its perks, such as nice clothes, good food, close friends and many more. But it also had its down sides.

Genius - everyone wanted to be him and paparazzi were constantly looking for new stories about him and that included violating personal space and wasting time.

Billionaire - he was rich beyond compare but money was nothing but distraction. I didn't marry him for him money, I married him because I loved him. He was, however, constantly spoiling me with expensive gifts and luxury trips but I wanted his time, not his money.

Playboy - A yes, he was a womanizer. At company events or avengers parties, he always had girls hanging of his arms trying to get him to take them back to his room for a fun time, but he held me close. Many of the girls at this party envied me for being the women he chose and most of the time that left me to get hate mail and angry threats and texts but he would reassure me it was all ok.

Philanthropist - this was a good quality he had. He would give money to the poor and help to rebuild the damages he and the avengers created to the city and countries. He would give to children and help them if they needed it.

But sometimes it was hard not to worry if he was okay. If he was getting enough sleep or if he was to busy with his work and suits to eat properly. If he was frivolously spending his money or just spoiling me to keep me happy. If he was really loyal or if he somehow found a different girl to make him as happy as I thought I was. If he was giving money to those charities and poor children to make himself look better.

These are some of the most selfish thoughts I have had but when I'm left alone with my thoughts, they run wild.

I walked down to the lab one night - 3 in the morning - to find Tony tinkering away at one of his suits. It looked as though he was fumbling around however, his hand not looking as steady as usual. I looked to the moveable table he had beside him and saw a half empty bottle of Grant's whiskey.

I sighed and rolled my eyes, 'drunk again' I though. This was the third time this week that I've found Tony in his lab late at night tinkering with his equipment.

My sigh alerted with him of my presence and he turned around with a big goofy smile on his face. He stumbled to get up from his needling position, knocking the bottle of whiskey to the floor but catching it before it could shatter.

He took another long swig of it before laughing and looking at me. "You wanna come and help me darling?" He asked, slurring his word as he stumbled toward me.