Plot Twist

Hate

Tony doesn't like them.

No he despises the Avengers.

He hates everything about them, except Bruce, he could never hate his Science Bro. He hates the way Natasha looks at him, how she thinks she has him all figured out. 'Iron Man, yes. Tony Stark, not recommended' rings through his head causing his grip to tighten on the mug in his hands.

"You okay Tony?"

"Aww is itsy-bitsy concerned for wittle ole me"

"I take it back"

"Aww don't be like that Tasha"

He hates Barton. Hates everything about him, hates the taunts and the jeers that escape his mouth on a regular, hates how he perches on every remotely high surface like a fucking bird. 'Do you know what it's like to be unmade?' fills his ears causing a scowl to cross his lips briefly.

"Stark, aren't you coming for dinner? Bruce is cooking tonight"

"I'm not hungry Legolas besides I have this project to finish up"

"More like your off banging some chick"

"Oy birdbrain get down from there!"

He hates Thor. Hates his loud voice, hates his ever cheerfulness, hates that he can't understand technology. Hates that fucking hammer. 'Only the most worthy can lift Mjönir' hate spreads through his body like a river flowing into a empty cavern.

"Man of Iron! What is this delectable treat?"

"That's a poptart Point break"

"We do not have such delicacies on Asgard!"

"I know Goldilocks, they're Midgard originated"

He hates Steve the most. He hates his unwillingness to learn about the new age, hates how he seems to think he always knows best, hates his motherly attitude. He fucking despises that all Steve ever wants to see when he looks at him is Howard. 'I know men with none of that worth ten of you' The mug shatters in his hand and glass wedges themselves into his hand as the hot liquid falls to the floor.

There's silence as he stares at the glass embedded in his hand blankly. The other members in the room looking on in shock.

"Sir do you wish for me to call an ambulance?" Jarvis' voice echos through the room concern evident.

"No I'll be fine Jarvis" Tony mutters stepping over the puddle of dark liquid and past the rest of the Avengers into the elevator watching as the shake themselves out of their shock once the elevator doors begin to close.

"Tony wait-" Steve starts taking a step towards the elevator before getting cut off by Tony.

"Don't worry Spangles, I'll be back in a jiffy. Don't miss me too much" Tony chirped, his signature smirk plastered on his face. The smirk slips off his face when the doors finally close and Tony's back hits the elevator wall as he slides to the floor drawing his knees to his chest ignoring the shards in his hands as he chokes back a sob.

Tony hates them. Hates the happy memories they share, hates the company, hates the easy silence. Tony hates that despite everything they've done, despite all the emotional pain they've caused him that they somehow managed to squeeze their way into his heart. That despite everything they've managed to make him love them.

Yes, Tony Stark despises the Avengers.