Shoot-To-Thrill

The Sky Above Us Shoots to Kill @ kick-ass-curls

Tony hadn’t left the lab since Natasha’s last words to him. They echoed in his mind now, over twelve hours later, as he sat with a nearly-empty bottle of scotch in one hand. He really did have a way of breaking everything he touched. And she was right about him—he was hiding things from Steve. A whole lot of things.

Things that scared him so much he couldn’t even bear to think about sharing them with someone else. He was a mess of self-consuming hate. If he wasn’t careful, it’d consume everyone around him, too.

That’s what it had done to his father, after all. Maybe it ran in his blood.

Tony reached out, pulling open one of the drawers in his desk and taking out a black metal box. He fumbled with the latch, lifting the lid and picking up what lay inside. The pistol sat heavy in the palm of his hand and cool against his skin.

He stood, taking a long swig of scotch as he moved away from his desk. He raised the gun, firing off a few rounds at the glasses and bottles lined up on the minibar across the lab. Each one shattered, spilling alcohol and glass everywhere. Tony looked down at the gun in his hand, stumbling back until his hit the wall. He slid down to sitting, taking another swig the bottle in his hand before he raised the weapon, pressing the barrel to his temple and closing his eyes.