To Infinity and Beyond ||Tony Stark|Iron Man||

Hero of War

*Rhodey's POV*

I slowly open my eyes, my head was killing me. I try to move my hands, but I couldn't. Actually, I couldn't move anything. I start panicking. 

"Do I need to knock you out again? For a guy that's been out for two days I thought you'd be more... chill" Brent's sickening voice echoes through the room. My breathing quickens and my heart beats faster. I feel a hand on my shoulder and my breathing hitches. I don't think I've ever been so scared.

"It's a shame that I have to do this. If Tony just gave himself over after the first warning, none of this would have happened." He whispers sliding his hand onto my other shoulder. I shudder, his touch gave me chills. 

I think about Alli and Tony. I think about how awful I've treated them over the last couple days. I don't deserve Alli, but Tony sure does. Everything he's done was to protect us and I have the nerve to try and steal his girl. What type of best friend am I? I wasn't there when he needed me the most, yet he has always been there for me. He never gave up on me. He always knew that somewhere inside of me there was one last shred of humanity. And I can't thank him enough. I've hurt him, over and over again, but he never did anything back. He snapped once an instead of being at his side, I punched him. And he was right. It's my fault Alli was in the hospital in the first place. I promised Tony that I'd watch her. I promised that I would keep the one thing he can't live without safe. I failed him, but he has never failed me. He's been through depression. He lost the love of his life. The man he trusted his life with tried to kill him, more than once. He lost his parents at a young age. He doesn't remember one happy memory with his dad. And the only time he saw him smile was when he sent Tony to boarding school. People try to kill him on an everyday basis. There isn't a day that goes by when he isn't hurt. He never felt loved. His best friend stole his girl. His girl didn't remember him. I don't know how he went through it all and came out the man he is today. I remember all the times he talked about ending his life after Pepper died. He would say that he couldn't take that he saw the only girl who every loved him die in front of his own eyes. And he blamed it on himself. I don't know how he lived with that weight on his shoulders. So, I get that he wanted to and it all. He wanted to stick the gun in his mouth and pull the trigger. He wanted to pull out the razor and cut too deep. He wante to just reach into the bottle and grab 1 too many pills. He wanted to kill himself. He wanted to die. I should have been there. I should have told him to put the gun down. I should have told him to put the razor away. I should have told him to throw the pills away. And I should have told him how important he is to other people because I don't know how I could have lived my life if Tony wasn't here. Tony has saved so many lives, but he's always been the one that's needed to be saved the most. The unlikley story of a hero needing a superhero of his own. But no one was ever there. No one bothered to ask him if he was okay. Just two words, 'You okay?', that's all he needed. But he never got it. Tony's a fighter though, a champion. He came out stronger than he was when he fell into the depression and I am so proud of him. I'm the one who deserves to die. Tony and Alli should live happily ever after without me pulling them down. Tony Stark deserves to live his life, but I don't deserve to live mine. I look down in shame of what I've become. A monster. Now I know what Tony meant when he said he was turning into a monster after Pepper died. A lone tear falls down my face landing on my pant leg, leaving an unnoticable watermark. I sniffle, trying to fight the tears ready to stream down my face.

"Aw, is someone getting a little choked up?" Brent asks, I look at him with red, blood-shot eyes.

"I'll give you something to cry about, James." He snarls as his fist connects to my face. Thhe force sends my chair backwards into a wall snapping the woden bars on the back. Pain shots through my body as the broken bars pierce my skin, digging into my back. Warm blood runs down my face, blurring my vision slightly. The room was silent except for the occasional sound of dripping coming from my blood falling to the cold ground. I look up slowly and see Brent walking towards me. I try to catch my breathas his vivid green eyes stare into my soul. I try to back up as he gets closer, causing the wooden bars to dig deeper into my back. I gasp, scared to back up any further.