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Oneshot: Demon in a bottle (Faye Stark - MCU)

The title is a reference to the Iron Man comics which focus on Tony's alcoholism, so I think you can guess what this one is about.

This oneshot contains spoilers for: Avengers: Endgame.

Trigger warning: mention of addiction, alcohol,  death, blood, wounds, racism, living on the streets and foul language at the end.

He's dead. He's dead. He's dead.

I'd stared at my dad for a long time after the light in his arc reactor went out. I sat on my knees, unmoving. My own nanosuit was torn in multiple places, my nose bleeding after a chitauri had broken it. My mask had been ripped off by another. There was blood in my hair. Whose? I couldn't remember. I didn't cry. I was numb.

He's dead. He's dead. He's dead.

I would've stayed there for days if Vera hadn't grabbed my arm and dragged me away. I didn't fight her. I just let her drag me. She pulled me into her room and forced me to shower. She hadn't taken me to my own room for a reason. There were too many of his old designs there. She'd waited on her bed as I washed off the dried blood, watching the water turn pink, then red. 

When I got out of the shower and saw the necklace my nanosuit was stored in, I'd finally cried. Vera came in and hugged me. She held me the whole time. I sobbed and sobbed and sobbed. When I think back about that moment, I know I was being selfish. She'd just lost her sister. She shouldn't be the one helping me through this.

I didn't go home for days. Mom called. I didn't pick up. Gwen called. I didn't pick up. Peter Called. I didn't pick up. One time, I did call mom. I can't remember why. Morgan picked up. I immediately hung up when I heard her voice.

I found a way to handle my grief. A shitty way. Alcohol. Ironic, isn't it?

I drank and drank and drank. It was the only way I could forget the ache in my chest. I still didn't come home. I spent my nights in crappy motels or abandoned warehouses. I didn't give a damn about my reputation anymore. Many articles appeared about me - the Stark Princess - being drunk. Me sleeping in an abandoned building. Me hanging with other addicts. One racist magazine had written about me 'going back to my roots' as I was basically living on the streets now.

Months later, Bruce found me. He'd tried to talk some sense into me, but I didn't listen. Then I blacked out. I woke up in what I thought at first was the hospital, but it wasn't. It was Bruce's lab. He stood next to me.

"You were out for a day", he said.

I'd stayed silent.

"Your mom came", he added.

I was still silent.

"She said she was mad at you for being stupid."

I closed my eyes, seeing her dissapointed glare in my mind's eye.

"But that she also missed you and wants you back."

My eyes opened again. "She does? After... After all I've done?"

He nodded. "We all miss you Faye.  Losing Tony was hard enough for all of us, but knowing you were..." He trailed off. "It made it all worse."

I swallowed. Swallowed again. I didn't even know I was hurting so many other people.

He stepped closer. "We're all here for you, kid, you don't have to deal with this alone..."

I'd cried again. And hugged him. "I'm sorry. I promise I'll do better. Get better." Because I knew I was sick.

"Don't tell me that", he simply responded.

Then I finally went home. Mom opened the door. She cried. I cried. We hugged. I promised I'd find help. She said she'd be there for me every step of the way. I hugged my sister.

I called Gwen and apologized. She called me an idiot and said she would smack me when she saw me.

"I'd understand if you never want to see me again", I told her. It would break my heart all over again, but I had been a horrible person and she deserves someone better.

"Are you crazy?!" she responded. "I'm never letting you out of my sight again! I love you, you idiot!"

I was crying again. "I love you too."

Slowly, but surely, I'd gotten better. Alcohol was still tempting, but I stayed away from it.

The ache is still there, but I have enough friends to help with the pain.

I'm now two years sober.

Fuck you, alcohol.