Genius, billionaire, playboy, philanthropist Tony Stark climbed up the steps to stand next to the podium, his brightest, most fake, smile plastered on his face-just another mask to wear over the others as he danced to the ridiculous tune that the finicky public wanted to hear. Internally, he was exhausted and numb to the attention that had been hoisted upon him since birth. He was tired. Tired of all the hero stuff, tired of always cleaning up after SHIELD. Following orders was not his thing and after what he had seen on SHILD's "private" server he wasn't so sure being a hero would work out. Oh well, he tried. This story is on hiatus but I update first on AO3 more regularly. The story is under the same name on AO3 as here. Sorry in advance for any delays!
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