The Avengers Book of Imagines

Tony | Anything But Perfect

Today it hit me that we are still seven months away from Civil War.

*sobs*

Also, I'm going to try a new style for this chapter, using the pronouns you/your etc. Comment if you think I should should change my usual style of I/My etc. to this.

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Tony was acting strange.

Now when you say this, you don't mean he was painting his face blue and jumping around like a monkey, (he did that regularly as it is) nor was he asking abnormal questions like 'what would it be like to kiss a pineapple?'.

Actually, you wouldn't know how he was acting at the moment, because he was never there.

He would come home after midnight, and you would find him asleep on the couch when you woke. He looked so peaceful you didn't dare wake him. Other times, he would leave so early that the birds weren't even singing.

Whenever you tried calling him, demanding to know what sort of task needed to be completed at 1am in the morning, he would brush you off without even an 'I love you'.

Normally, you would've ended your relationship straight away, you weren't interested in a one sided relationship. But this was different. You had been sure that Tony was the one, and you were desperate. So, so desperate to find the one, that you stayed.

But after a whole month of being avoided and barely holding a conversation without being interrupted, you'd had enough.

So you left.

You packed everything you owned that was in Tony's house into a large suitcase and left, leaving him a hastily scribbled note on the kitchen table.

Later that evening, Tony bounced through the front door, positively beaming at the thought of seeing you again. He had organized everything for a perfect date to apologize for not being there.

But instead of seeing your charming smile that never failed to cheer him up, or your clumsy walk that he always teased you about but secretly loved, he was met with a quiet house and a small note on the kitchen bench.

< Tony,

I'm sorry, whatever we have, be it a relationship or not, it's not working out. You're obviously too busy to be able to see me, and I'm not interested in having a one sided relationship.

Hope I'm not holding you back anymore.

Y/N >

At first he refused to believe it, taking it as some kind of sick joke Clint had pulled you into, fully expecting you to jump out of a corner any second, with your slightly freckled cheeks bulging with that smile he loved. But you never did.

Then he tried calling you, leaving many frantic messages asking where you were, and when you were coming back, but you ignored them all.

Finally, after hours of calling and texting you, leaving fruitless, emotional messages and trying to track you through JARVIS (you were one step ahead and had disabled that mechanism before you left) he broke down, sobbing in a ball, calling out your name again and again until it no longer had meaning, it was just a jumble of letters.

But it still meant something to him. It was still your name, one he uttered many times in a fit of passion or just to express how much he loved you.

And it hurt.

It hurt like hell. Tony was sure when he was hit by the shrapnel that he would never experience pain greater than that in his entire life, but he was wrong.

Losing you, was like being hit by ten pieces of shrapnel while stubbing all of your toes, multiplied by twenty. His heart pounded and Tony was sure that ripping his heart out would hurt less than this.

He was suddenly overwhelmed by a wave of anxiety, hitting him like a truck. It took his breath set, leaving him choking as he cried. He tried to calm down, but then he thought of you, and anther burst of anxiety exploded within him. And it was all because you thought he had stopped loving you.

Love.

Tony hated it. He hated everything about it. He once thought that love was the greatest gift God had given humans, (this was when he met you) but now he hated it.

After hours of screaming your name and crying into thousands of tissues, Tony calmed slightly. His next thought was to find you. To apologize endlessly and explain. So he picked up his phone and called Natasha, because if you were anywhere at a time like this, it would be at Natasha's house.

"Hey Tin man."

"Nat." He trembled, sighing in relief. She didn't sound angry with him yet, which meant that either Y/N wasn't at her place yet, or she had neglected to tell her what was wrong.

"Is Y/N there?"

"Y/N? I thought she was with you, I haven't heard from her in a few hours. Why, what's wrong?" Tony's heart broke, and he slid to the ground, cradling the phone in his shaking hands.

"She.. Oh god Nat she left me." Tony felt yet another tear travel down his cheek and he sobbed.

"She what? Oh man, Tony are you okay?"

"No." Tony burst into another round of tears. He could hear Natasha trying to soothe him on the other end of the like but all her words were jumbled together and he could only make out "Y/N left you" repeated over and over again, imprinting itself in his brain.

He dropped the phone, ignoring Natasha's fading cries. Hands over his ears, he sprinted through the house, trying to block the words from his head, but the more he tried, the louder they got. He ran out of the tower, not bothering to look, to be honest, he'd much rather be dead than have to live knowing you left him.

No one saw it coming. They were too focused trying to figure out why Tony Stark was running screaming across the road.

The sounds of bones cracking and the splashing of blood filled the ears of all of the witnesses, who began running to the scene as fast a they could. People trembled with their phones, trying to call 911.

But to no avail.

By the time the paramedics got there, his heart had almost given out, and just five minutes from the hospital, he flatlined, despite the nurses desperate attempts.

Tony Stark was dead.

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For those of you who want to know, there will be a part two, don't worry.

~mxrveltrash