Insanity
Tony was freaking the fuck out. His kid had went missing four fucking days ago and he was stillfucking missing.
He hadn't slept since he found out. He's barely eaten. He's searched CCTV footage all around Manhattan, and nothing. Ferries, subways, toll booths, buses. Nothing. Nothing except the hotel security cam catching Harry dashing out, and a CCTV cam across the street showing Harry running into the adjacent alleyway.
Tony’s searched that alley himself.
Harry wasn't there.
And no camera of any kind has registered his kid since. Tony expanded his parameters. Friday searched the entire country. Nothing. Not. A. Fucking. Thing.
So Tony expanded them again. Globally. Harry wasn't on any camera.
Anywhere.
And Tony was losing his mind. Because it is possible his kid wasn't out there. And that was so much worse.
So.
Much.
Fucking.
Worse.
Pepper had started coming down to the lab to help him brainstorm ideas on how to continue searching. Rhodey booked a flight back to New York and would be arriving tomorrow. The other avengers still had no idea Tony even had a son. God, was this his punishment? To be given a child, and lose him before Tony has even met him? This was all his fault.
He remembered Lily. Smart, beautiful. He chatted with her earlier in the night about biophysics. Then, three hours later, she had literally stumbled into him. She was practically all over him, and he couldn't say no. Not that he wanted to.
Now she is dead.
And here he was.
16 years later.
Without Harry.
Tony was going insane.