Chapter 1
Tony sighed as he stared down at his lab table, hands threading through his hair and pulling his hair. The gun was taunting him and so was the alien-god- behind him. He already had enough to deal with and this wasn't helping!
"What do you want? Could you just leave already?!" He shouted, voice cracking from that being the first this he's spoke this week.
The god smiled, looming over the broken inventor, playing green mystical "videos" of Tony killing himself, some ways way more creative then others.
"Stark, this is how you've been feeling lately?" Loki let out a laugh. "How...inviting. How wonderful! Tony Stark, son of Howard Stark, stoned face-no heart-cold soul Tony has finally got a real weakness." The God clasped his hands together as he walked around Stark and grabbed the gun in the process. He chuckled and tossed it around in his hands. "Funny how such small things can lead to such tragedies. Isn't that right?"
Tony had curled in on himself because he didn't want to relive those memories. "Loki...please leave me alone. Please leave. Go torment Asgard, I just don't need this right now."
Loki smiled widely. "You should join me Tony. After all, the others wouldn't miss you. They would have a blast fighting you. Hell, they would kill you even if they didn't have to. You're worthless to them, just like you were to your father. You can't do anything but invent and hope you die in the last battlè. The one you love, you know it's a sin and that he will never love you back. He hates you after all, blames you for what happened." The small pat on Tony's back let him know Loki was trying to be on his side. "Anthony, your childhood was so much worse but you still feel the same as you did back then when you should feel better. If you come with me and help me we can rule the world together. You could be strong, you could have the one you oh so truly want!"
Tony let out a growl andept out of his chair. He was gonna get space from the God and himself. "I would rather you kill me, I would never EVER work with you."
"As you wish Stark."
At that, a shot rang out and Tony saw the ground get closer as his world went black.
Loki dissapeared and Tony herd a shot of his name before he gave up fighting and let himself drift fully off into unconscious while hands grabbed at him and picked him up.