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

Chapter Fourteen: Helping Steve

"Sir, I would highly advise against what you are about to do."

"Quiet, J. Nothing matters anymore." He sighed to himself and took a swig from the whiskey bottle he got from his alcohol cabinet. He usually enjoyed the way the brown colored liquid burned the back of his throat, the way it relaxed his body, the way it set his body so close to the edge between sober and drunk. How he relished in every moment he got drunk, but he hasn't felt this urge ever since Steve came into his life and they got to know each other. Yes, the super soldier has been satiating his need for an alcoholic beverage by giving him the strength he needs to overcome this demon of his. But with how things are working against him now, well, it's not like Steve is going to be stopping him anytime soon.

Another swig of his drink and he was already halfway finished with the bottle, but it didn't feel right. Normally when he was planning on getting drunk there was a surge of excitement, or sometimes a surge to forget something that he didn't want to talk about, but this time it felt different. It's not like he wanted to forget anything that was hurting him; even if when he looks at Steve the only thing he's reminded of is that he can no longer go near the guy, but despite that he wasn't feeling the excitement of getting drunk either. Maybe it was just the overwhelming urge to deal with his problems in another way, considering when he had problems Steve was the one he would talk to.

"Sir, I'm worried about you." JARVIS spoke once more. He sighed to himself and rested his head against his palm, staring at nothing.

"That's nice, J. Least one of us is worried about me." He stopped staring into space to look at the bottle gripped tightly in his closed fist, eyes squinted. With some ounce of strength left somewhere within him, he uncurled his fist from the bottle and let it sit there on the metal desk where he worked. "I can't do this." He muttered to himself. He rubbed his eyes with the back of his palms, working out some of the tiredness that lingered within them. He couldn't do this; there was no reason to succumb to the sinful succulence of an alcoholic beverage that knew him so well since they'd gotten acquainted over the years. There was no reason to suddenly give up all he's worked for just to drown his sorrows into a bottle. He was better than this, and he couldn't let himself down.

"Would you like me to get Ms. Maximoff for you, sir?" He pondered for a moment. Would this perhaps be better than locking himself down here and drinking his issues away. The obvious answer was, of course, yes, but that was up for Tony to decide. It was easy to give the simple answer of yes, but he would have to mean it.

"Yes, please." He said softly. It would hopefully help to have some form of human interaction, and most importantly, it might help to gradually talk to someone about his feelings. He was never really good at talking about his feelings, Steve knows that very well, but gradually over time he's learned that it's ok to share your feelings, but that doesn't stop him from being uncomfortable and slightly sarcastic about it.

"Ms. Maximoff is on her way, sir. In the meantime, is there anything I can do for you?" Once again he pondered, staring into space. What exactly could JARVIS do? Well, for one, the AI could tell him what Steve was up to by now, but that would just make him want to go back to drinking that taunting bottle of whiskey that is still sitting within his reach. He could ask his AI to tell him a joke, which for a lack of a better term, would turn to shit since he's pretty sure he didn't program humor into JARVIS, only sass; which he wasn't even sure he programmed into him, he just assumed he picked it up from Tony. There was one thing, however, that JARVIS could do.

"Do you have any recordings of the time Steve and I spent together?" He asked, hopefully.

"Of course, sir. Is there anything specific you would like to see?"

"Show me all of em." Holograms appeared within his vision, and his focus was given to all of them. He enjoyed watching how Steve used to be so clueless on how to work today's modern technology, that a cute pout would form on his face. He appreciated how Steve always took the effort to be by Tony's side and make sure he was in tip top shape, always putting his health first before anything. He loved how Steve would cook for him in the morning's and bring him food whenever he could, it was the little moments they shared that brought a smile to Tony's face. All the little kisses and hugs, all the loving embraces and cuddling, even the first time they made love, and Tony smiled at it all. He didn't even know he was on the verge of crying until he felt a lone tear slide down his cheek. He whipped it away and just sat there, remembering the good times before everything was ruined.