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Tony hasn't set foot outside the Avenger's Tower since the Civil War. Sure, he's helped Peter with a few things, but those hardly counted since it was for work. He's not going to lie, he's a mess. He lost his family, he lost his best friend, and now he was completely and utterly alone.

When Tony is kidnapped by HAMMER Industries, Tony knows this will be the end of him, for he knows Justin's out for his head. Leaving behind hidden messages that signify his goodbyes, Tony's ready to accept his fate. However, Peter Parker is not ready to say goodbye to his mentor.

On a last ditch effort, Peter manages to contact a certain eye-patch agent who assists him in gathering the Avengers. In a race against time, the Avengers, along with Spiderman, rush to save their friend before they lose him forever.

It's been close to a year since the Civil War. A year since Tony betrayed the trust of his friends, his only family he had left. A year since he beat the crap out of his best friend. A year since his best friend didn't choose him.

Some people may think it's childish to be mad at your best friend for choosing someone else instead of you, but for Tony, he lost everything. He thought he was doing the right thing by signing the Accords, but in the end he was dead wrong. He's always wrong. It seems to always come down to the fact that what Tony thinks is the right thing is really the wrong thing. The team was right. He did drag all of them down.

Now there was nothing that he could do that will allow him to make it up to them. He stabbed them in the back, hell he fought against them. He divided the team in a way that can never be forgiven. Former comrades had to battle against each other and it was his fault. Then he went ahead and got them all imprisoned. Yeah, he was to blame there as well.

Sure, he admitted his faults when he went to go seek out Steve's location, but even then he saw the betrayal in Clint's eyes. When he went to that abandoned compound, Steve looked hostile until he admitted his wrongs. He could've sworn he saw the flicker of relief in his friend's eyes as they made a truce. It wasn't that he trusted Bucky, but at least he knew that Bucky wasn't responsible for the King of Wakanda's death.

Then that damn HYDRA bastard went ahead and revealed that Bucky was the one who was responsible for his parent's death. He didn't care about Howard's death, hell he was waiting for that man to meet his end and stop the abuse he enacted on him and his mother. It was his mother's death that got to him. She was so sweet and innocent and she didn't deserve to meet her end like that.

Seeing the footage made him go off the deep end, he won't sugarcoat it. He saw red and he just attacked. One second he was fighting Bucky and in a blink of an eye he was fighting Steve. It broke his heart to fight him. His childhood hero, his friend... his maybe more than friend. Then Steve chose Bucky and everything that Tony thought they had, but didn't have, shattered before his eyes.

It ended with a broken suit, Steve dropping his shield and Tony all alone. After managing to pull himself from the rubble, Tony went back to the Tower. Not the compound, but the tower. He didn't want to go back to see his friends, he didn't want to face them after something like this. He went back a few times, helping Rhodey with his physical therapy and giving him his brand new invention that helped him walk. It wasn't enough to stifle the guilt, but it was enough to put a grateful smile on Rhodey's face and Tony figured that was progress enough.

Then Peter came along and Tony felt devoted to the kid after what had happened. Peter's idol was Captain America and Tony had persuaded him to fight against the guy. So Tony did what he did best, he built the kid a suit and got him started on his own heroic journey. Tony became his mentor, his friend and most of all, his father figure. Even though Tony knew it, he didn't like it because he felt like he didn't deserve such praise. This was his fault, his mess and he didn't have the courage or strength to make it right.

After the whole Peter fiasco, Tony shut himself out from the world. He didn't leave the Tower unless it was strictly for business only. He spent his time cooped up in his workshop, working non stop on projects that haunted his mind and kept him so preoccupied he didn't have to go to sleep and face his demons. Even in his dreams, Steve's words still echoed clearly in his mind.

"He's my friend."

So was I.

He had nightmares, he barely slept and he barely ate. Hell, it was unhealthy, he knew it was unhealthy. He refused to see anyone who stopped by and he just retreated into his little shell that the team coaxed him to put down so long ago...

The only thing that he didn't return to was drinking. He wanted to and he was tempted to, but Steve made him promise a few years ago that no matter how hard things got, he would never abuse alcohol again because he was too precious to the team. He wanted to break that promise, but he respected Steve's wish and his logic behind it.

It didn't stop him from picking up the bottle and having a glass or two. I mean, Steve said not to abuse it and he certainly wasn't going to let his good liquor go to waste. It cost too much.

There was one night, however, where he picked up a bottle of scotch and took a few sips, contemplating whether or not to just chug the whole bottle and forget his sorrows. Instead, he got up, picked up the bottle of scotch and just smashed it against the wall. He was done being an alcoholic. Those days showed his cowardice and he was stronger than this. He wasn't going to hide.

It didn't stop him from losing enough weight to make a few people worried. Pepper for one. He might've pissed Pepper off enough where they were done for good, but Pepper was one of his closest friends and that would never change. Pepper cared for him too much to let him go that easily. Didn't mean it wasn't a stab in the heart to find out that she was dating Happy. Tony didn't know whether to be relieved or devastated about how fast she moved on.

Don't get him wrong, he was happy for her, but it still hurt. Pepper was happy and he could never find that happiness or carefree attitude the she possessed. For that, he envied her.

The phone that Steve had left him was sitting on the counter in the far corner of the workshop, far enough away for Tony to fight the urge to give in an call. Hell, the only thing that stopped him was the fact that he knew he was psyching himself out. Steve wouldn't answer, he was probably pissed at him and Tony couldn't blame him one bit.

He lost everything. He lost his team. He lost his friends. He lost his family. And most of all, he lost something that he knew he might never get the chance to have again. A sense of home.