WinterIron one shots

My neighbours a serial Killer

Word count: 4632

Summery:  every night his hands are covered in blood, his face covered by the darkness of the night, and the boy at the window can't stop his hands from shaking.

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Tony was pretty sure his new neighbor was a serial killer.

Like, he'd done the proper thing his mother had said to do, introduce himself to his new neighbors (he had a standing offer to have coffee with Bruce anytime), but when he'd knocked on the door of 4D, a man had answered looking ready to commit murder. There had been bags under his eyes and his eyes were red and his hair was a mess. He'd grunted out a terse 'the fuck do you want' and Tony had been able to do nothing but squeak. And then the door had been slammed shut in his face.

Which, you know, might have been a little rude; no one looked good first thing in the morning and Tony had clearly blind-sided him. But the guy hadn't had to slam the door in his face. He had planned on just nicknaming him 'Rudy McTrudy' and moving on with his life.

Except sometimes Rudy McTrudy came home late at night clutching his left hand with a towel that was stained with blood.

Tony nicknamed him 'Murder Guy' instead.

"Anyway if you find my body it's because Murder Guy has lived up to his name and has murdered me," Tony finished, packing his duffle bag.

"Dear," Maria said, half amused and half scolding. "You neighbor is not going to murder you."

Tony wasn't nearly as sure. "How do you know?"

"Because if he does he will have me do deal with."

"Aw," Tony said. "Thanks, Mom. Also thanks for sending a pizza the other day. Rhodey and I were too tired by the time I got all my stuff moved."

"You could have just let me hire a moving service but nooo, you had to insist on moving like a normal person." Maria laughed. "Well, at least you had a good experience, it sounds like."

Tony smiled. "Yeah, we got my TV set up first so we ate pizza, drank beer, and watched Real Housewives of Atlanta."

"Bizarre," Maria said, disappointed. "You could at least watch the New Jersey version."

"Yuck, New Jersey." Tony began wriggling into his sneakers. "Well, I gotta get going if I don't wanna be late to the gym. I just wanted to let you know that I'd met my neighbors."

"Thank you, dear," Maria said. "Have fun pole dancing."

Tony tilted his head. "Hey, what did Dad say when he saw that article about me pole dancing, by the way?"

"He said that it's a very lucrative career but he would prefer you sticking to engineering." Maria snorted to herself. "Honestly, if I weren't so old, I'd join you. It sounds fun."

"It is! And I get to ogle the other gym goers there too!"

"Dear, don't make me make your father jealous," Maria ordered sternly. "He found another gray hair this morning and is having a crisis."

"Man, if I had someone who loved me as much as you do, I wouldn't worry about anything ever again," Tony admitted.

"Don't worry, darling, you'll find someone soon!" Maria cooed. "Have fun!"

"Thanks, Mom," Tony said, grabbing his keys and heading for the door. "Bye." He opened his door a crack and peered into the hall. It looked like Murder Guy was still out.