I'll do whatever to make you happy (Stony)

Chapter Three: I'm sorry

A/N: For those of you who are reading this, I usually would post on a Friday, which I obviously didn't get to do last week, due to my mental being a little unstable. Do not fret, it is nothing serious, I am all better now and refreshed, and I am giving you an early update as an apology, and I will update again on Saturday.

Hopefully you enjoy this chapter, and I will be seeing  you all on Saturday. Happy reading!

Warning: Suicidal Thoughts (Or at the very least, can be interpreted that way)

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God he felt like complete and utter shit for how he reacted. Why did he react that way? Why did he let his anger for his father make him hurt someone who only wanted to know more about him? All those people who called him an asshole, he wouldn't put it past them, he actually agreed with them, considering his actions in the past and just a few minutes ago. The guilt was eating away at him, but he made no move to try and make amends with the blonde, instead he just sat here in his lab, avoiding the situation, and craving an alcoholic drink right about now.

Because yes, alcohol makes everything better, right? Of course he knows it wouldn't make anything better, he would simply get too drunk and try to avoid the situation, making a deeper hole in their friendship, and even worse, Steve might not even want to talk to him anymore. He swallowed the lump in his throat and rubbed his eyes, the insatiable itch to feel amber liquid slithering down his throat was growing at an immense level, but he wasn't going to succumb to one of his demons this time, he needed to be stronger. What he really needed to do was to apologize, but he was too emotionally introverted to actually get up from his chair and go perform the task.

Maybe this is why he and Pepper never worked out, really. It wasn't only the fact that his life was dangerous; more dangerous than he probably would admit to himself, considering most people would consider him suicidal since he A) kept the fact he was dying of palladium poisoning from everyone and B) flew a nuclear warhead into an interdimensional portal, ignoring the fact that he may never return and possibly die. Although he did technically die, in a sense. The Arc Reactor flickered as he felt himself slowly being pulled down by gravity towards the portal. As his eyes closed, the reactor stopped working, and he swore he felt the painful slither of Shrapnel coursing its way through his heart trying to kill him. But it also came down to the fact he was an emotional introvert. It was hard for him to express what he felt, and truthfully Pepper, not just Pepper, but even Steve, deserved better than to deal with him.

"Sir," his AI said, breaking him out of his thoughts.

"Yeah? What is it J?"

"Ms. Romanoff is requesting access to enter your lab." Oh fuck, he must've messed up big time if Natasha was coming down here. What was the Black Widow going to do to him? Well for starters she would probably kick his ass for his stupidity, or maybe she won't waste any time to kill him right here and now by just shooting him. He shuddered at the mere thought of Natasha coming in here and wiping him off the face of the Earth, but if he sat here any longer and she continued to wait outside the door, his chances of survival and pleading for his life were slim to none.

"Uh... Yeah. Let her in." The door to the lab opened and he heard the sound of boots thudding against the floor. He counted the minutes, the seconds even, until the boots stopped a few feet away from him. He turned around slowly and his eyes met a less than amused Natasha Romanoff, standing there with her arms crossed, a stoic look on her face, but if he knew any better with how long they've lived together, deep down she was probably a little bit pissed at him.

"Look before you kill me, can I at least plead for my life before you-"

"What did you do to Steve?"