Blame It On My Heart- A Marvel Original Fan-Story..

Chapter One- The Beginning.. Or the End..?

Tony's P.O.V

How did I end up like this..? What a funny question.. I ask myself that same one every day I wake up. Or night.. Time really has no meaning anymore. However this morning in particular, I had a throbbing headache. Possibly from drinking myself almost to death last night..  

I opened my eyes and got up from the couch. "Wow I really outdid myself last night.. Lovely decorations." I said in the most sarcastic tone I could ever possibly produce. Bottles.. Bottles everywhere. On the table at least. "Jarvis?" I started clearing off the table.  "Yes sir?"  Even Jarvis sounded tired. After all, it did take me awhile to remake Jarvis completely and reprogram him after Ultron kinda destroyed every single file.. 

"How long has it been..?  Since.. You know.." I paused. Not able to say anything else about it. 

"It has been exactly 3 months since the Civil War, sir."  I cringed at the two words. "Jarvis.. I told you not to say- You know what..- It's fine." I sighed, placing my hands over my face trying to calm down. "You know sir, you could just call him..-"  "I CAN'T JUST CALL HIM.-" I snapped.

Why did I just do that..? Jarvis has done nothing wrong.. After all, Jarvis was the only one who stuck around after all this time.. "Look.. Jarvis.. I'm sorry. I just..-"  "It's okay sir. I understand you are under a lot of stress." 

"Thank you.."  "For what, sir?"  That question, was a reminder of how good he really was to me.. "For- everything.."  "I am not quite sure what you mean, sir.."  I couldn't help but chuckle at that.. "Jarvis.. You literally are the only one who's ever been here for me no matter what.. -And.." 

"I just really appreciate everything you've done.." I swear I could practically hear Jarvis smile.. If that was even possible. "And I appreciate your appreciation sir. I am merely just doing my job."

I smiled a bit. However just as I was about to open my mouth again, I heard the door buzz.

"Sir, there is someone at the door."  A small surge of anxiety filled my chest. Could it be him..? No.. Why would it be..? 

"Sir, I advise you answer the door. Or shall I see who it is?"  I sighed. "See who it is first, and if it's anyone besides the list of names I gave you, tell them to leave."

"It's someone from on the list, sir."

 "I'm not in a talking mood right now." I added, sitting down on the couch. "-It's Mr. Rogers."

I froze up.. 

"..What.. Does he want..? Why is he here..?" I was honestly confused.. Why would Steve just.. Come over here..?  "He says he wants to talk, sir."   

I took a breath. "..Send him in."