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Screwing his eyes shut, Tony clenched his fists and bit his teeth against the headache going through his head. Pounding pain was going from the base to his neck all the way through his body. He felt awful, then again, being thrown in a wall did that to a human being.
Tony had to keep reminding himself that he was human, that he could get hurt. Even though he had a suit of armor that was pretty much invincible, he was still human and could get hurt. He was human and thus, he had fears that came trauma's and scars caused by the situation it all occured in. These would never fade away. For example, from the trauma he held from being held in Afghanistan to build weapons, he was left with the inevitable fear of weapons pointed at him, prodding him and came home with scars over his back and chest.
He always said to people that he had no fears but that was the biggest lie he led. He had tons of them, fears that he would never admit to other people. Not even Bruce, whom he married, knew of several fears, or Justin, who was now sleeping in his bed upstairs, probably with a worried frown on her face as she waited for him, did not know anything about what he feared.
He bandaged his hand and sat down on the worn down couch in his workshop with a tumblr of scotch. His eyes were slowly shutting themselves so his body would get the sleep it deserved but he refused to let his body win. He led a constant battle with his body and it wore him down. All he wanted now was to go upstairs and crawl into bed with Justin but he was too tired to move, too sore to even try to and too lazy to actually do it.
Tony had to keep reminding himself that he was human, that he could get hurt. Even though he had a suit of armor that was pretty much invincible, he was still human and could get hurt. He was human and thus, he had fears that came trauma's and scars caused by the situation it all occured in. These would never fade away. For example, from the trauma he held from being held in Afghanistan to build weapons, he was left with the inevitable fear of weapons pointed at him, prodding him and came home with scars over his back and chest.
He always said to people that he had no fears but that was the biggest lie he led. He had tons of them, fears that he would never admit to other people. Not even Bruce, whom he married, knew of several fears, or Justin, who was now sleeping in his bed upstairs, probably with a worried frown on her face as she waited for him, did not know anything about what he feared.
He bandaged his hand and sat down on the worn down couch in his workshop with a tumblr of scotch. His eyes were slowly shutting themselves so his body would get the sleep it deserved but he refused to let his body win. He led a constant battle with his body and it wore him down. All he wanted now was to go upstairs and crawl into bed with Justin but he was too tired to move, too sore to even try to and too lazy to actually do it.