Every family has demons, but none of them seem to scream as loudly as they do in the Stark family.
Tony Stark is known for many things; a father being one of them. Before he was Iron Man, before he was the CEO of Stark Industries, before he was...
i'm waking up to ash and dust i wipe my brow and i sweat my rust, i'm breathing in the chemicals radioactive ─── imagine dragons
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stark mansion may 24, 2010
TRIGGER WARNINGS
depictions of mental illness,
violence, & torture
After my embarrassing psychotic break, things have gone back to pretty much normal. Except the fact that Dad now, once again, treats me like a stinking china doll. I'm not glass. I won't break. Well, not physically anyway, I'm pretty sure I just said that I had a psychotic one. He keeps telling me to get some sleep and to eat more. I can see he's trying so hard to give me all the attention that I need, but it's obvious to me that he has a ton on his mind.
Edgar, for one. That's certainly been taking its toll on him. He tries not to discuss it with me, scared that it might set me off again. I appreciate the sentiment, but I honestly feel, well, kind of better. I think getting it off my chest helped a little. My only regret is that I am, in fact, stupid because I kept it to myself for so long. Who knew that the therapist was right all along, huh? But, anyway, I'm not deaf so I can hear when he's quietly talking about it with Pepper. Well, not so quietly. He usually gets pretty loud whenever it gets brought up. I know Dad is searching for him. He's notified the police and Rhodey who said he would help in any way that he can. Happy bumped up security on the house. I guess I should be annoyed, but I just feel safe.
Now if that wasn't enough, there's something else that seems so big that I'm actually scared to ask about it. I can see it in Dad's eyes. He's, I don't know, not lost, but, maybe, found. He has this emotional determination in his eyes that stretches beyond me and even Pepper. It finally stretches to himself. Whatever it is that is on his mind, it's huge and it haunts him, but I can't help but think it's maybe for the better.
I'm just coming downstairs after a nap that Dad insisted I take when I see Pepper's strawberry-blonde hair disappear into the workshop before me. I slide to the bottom of the staircase and put my foot in between the closing door and the doorway so I can open it when I hear what sounds like the beginning of a serious conversation. I nearly scowl, thinking about having to hear Edgar Frost's name brought up again, but that's not what this is.
"Hey," Dad's voice is so low and sincere when he speaks, "You busy? You mind if I send you on an errand? I need you to go to my office. You're going to hack into the mainframe and you're going to retrieve all the recent shipping manifests," my eyes widen as I continue to listen, "This is a lock chip. This'll get you in. It's probably under Executive Files. If not, they put it on a ghost drive, in which case you need to look for the lowest numeric heading."
