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It was late. The guards at the door were drinking… And Tony?
Tony was curled up against Yinsen's chest, sobbing like a child.
"It's okay, Mister Stark… please, calm yourself, or the electromagnet will become overworked."
"God, this is my fault." Tony whimpered, "This is all my fault, if I hadn't followed my dad… I never wanted to be like him, I just wanted to help people! But I ended up killing the people I wanted to help… I'm worse than my father. I never wanted any of this… I shouldn't have ever done any of this…"
Yinsen rubbed Tony's back reassuringly, "Though I can't say you're wrong… I know that fretting the past will do you no good."
"God, I should just let them shoot me. If they shoot me, I can't cause any more harm."
Tony's eyes widened when he felt Yinsen clutch him, "No. Don't die yet. If you die now, they'll just find whoever's been giving them your weapons and get more. Because without you, there's nothing stopping whoever it is. We can stop them."
Tony wrapped his arms around the smaller man and sobbed himself to sleep.
He was already dying. Palladium poisoning, what the hell? He should've known this would happen, it was obvious! He was a genius, for crying out loud, he was supposed to know these things!
And Vanko… God damn it!
And then S.H.I.E.L.D. had to shove their noses in this…
He was losing. Losing what? His life, his company, his friends, his mind? He was losing everything.
He clutched at his lab table, heart pounding. The only reason he was alive was killing him.
It hurt so bad.
He looked over at his suits. How easy would it be to send a repulsor blast through his head?
How simply could he turn the blast to maximum capacity?
How effortless could it be to let the blast go off at point-blank range?
The likelihood it would kill him?
The likelihood someone would miss him?
Pfft. As if.
And that's what he did. He charged the suit, tightened the bolts on the arm to stay still, just at eye level, and remotely accessed the repulsors.
He closed his eyes and sighed.
"I'm sorry I failed you all…"
"How ironic, Tony! Trying to rid the world of weapons, you gave it its best one ever! And now, I'm going to kill you with it!"
The words rang through Tony's head like a bell. His eyes shot open and he stared at the blue light in front of him.
He would not let Obidiah win.
He stood up and grabbed the box that Agent Coulson had shown up with.
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