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Pilot

Tony's day to day life was normal- well to him at least. To anyone else, it was insane-considerably unhealthy- lifestyle. Little to no sleep on top and tens of hours of work and gallons of coffee. Still, it was normal to him and he was peaceful... for the most part at least. There was always the occasional idiot trying to take down iron man, very few made it even a minor challenge for him to defeat. Even so, it was entertaining and he won't admit it, but it got him out of his garage, doing something for the world and around people. There was a time that he was the life of the party and always aimed to be the Center of everyone's attention, but that changed soon after Afghanistan. That tony was gone and replaced by someone he couldn't define.
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Steve was like him in some ways. He was lonely. He wouldn't lock himself in his house away from the world, but he'd walk the streets of New York alone with no where to go, no place to call home, and no one to call family. He dreaded it. He'd become friendly with many people which was hard in a place like New York, filled with cruel selfish people with their own agendas, but he was one of those people you couldn't hate. There was Natasha, his teammate on the field. He'd only ever see her on missions, but they had become friends over time. Joking around during missions and her trying to set him up with Lisa... or was it Tanya? Either way, he didn't care. He just enjoyed those moments when he didn't feel completely and utterly alone. He missed the days with Bucky and all of his new found family from the army. Closing down the Stork Club and laughing along the empty streets of whatever city they were in that time. He'd never been happier in his life, and the feeling of those moments or anything similar escaped from his grasp as soon as he ran through the streets of New York when he woke up from the ice.