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He’s had enough. They’ve always just taken him for granted, taken his stuff, his energy, his creations for them without any thanks, any sort of acknowledgement at all. He’s sick of it. Sick of them. He’s done with their shit, and he’s done with not being recognized for the good he does. People only zoom in on the “bad” or the “misguided” stuff. They blamed him for Ultron, even though that dumb little witch messed with his mind. They blamed him for the destruction of the Avengers, saying that he just wanted them to be controlled, put in a cage, wanting them to obey him.
They said that they should be able to go wherever they want. They said they should have whatever they want. They said. They SAID THEY WERE FAMILY. Family.. family doesn’t turn their backs on one another, when they need the most help. Family doesn’t take stuff and not reciprocate. Family sticks together. Well, family is shit. And he’s sick of it. Sick of their lies, sick of them. He’s finished. There’s no turning back. Goodbye. He’s done.
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Tony paced the hallways of the compound, deciding on what to do. He came to his decision, and he’s through. Sick of them. They can go eat shit, for all he cares. They can starve, and he wouldn’t bat an eye. They all could go mad, destroy the world, and he wouldn’t turn around, no matter the sound of destruction, or the fires licking at his skin. He wouldn’t look back at them, he wouldn’t help them, he wouldn’t come running back, because they messed up first. They left him, gave him the cold shoulder. They ignored him, ignored his warnings, ignored his pleas, his cries for help. And, boy, he’s been done for a while. He just thought he should stick around and, “play human”. Play by their rules, by their standards. Make stuff for them, just because they were a team. No. Teams don’t do that. So he’s leaving. Leaving them to fend for themselves, because he’s finished. And he’s about to show them how done he is.
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Tony inhaled the fresh air outside of the compound, walking with a smile on his face for the first time in a while. He’s finally free. He left those dumb fucks in there, with the stupidest expressions on their faces, pretty much saying, “... where did this come from??” As if they hadn’t seen the signs months before. Idiots. Oh well, guess they’ll die, considering they have no one to pay for their stuff anymore. Such babies. They can’t even make a sandwich to save their lives.
He feels bad for Rhodey, being left there with those assholes. Maybe he should go get him and help him away from those bitches. God knows he deserves it. He’s gonna miss him. He’s gonna miss Peter too. His poor kid, he’s gonna have to come home with Tony gone and no one to run to. With May dead, he has no one to lean on anymore.
Tony could always leave him a note with encrypted code so he could find his base. Not that he’s working on concealing it, but just for a while. He could just swing on back by to grab what’s his and leave, considering that they haven’t taken his personal stuff too. So he does. He goes back, and the look on Steve’s face is complete and utter shock that he’s back.
“Tony. Please. Come back. We’re so.. sorry the way we treated you, if we could just make it better I’m sure that”- Steve was cut off.
“Oh yeah, and do what? Take my stuff? Use it and don’t even say, oh, I don’t know, a thank you? Shut it, Rogers. You’ve all done enough. I’m sick of your shit, sick of you. Fuck off and get out of my face.” Tony replied, a mocking smile on his lips.
Oh, he’s enjoying this. Possibly a bit too much. Oh well, the deserve it. They deserve the pain, the suffering they’re about to endure. The rip of the band-aid that kept them all in one piece. The agony he’s gone through for them. They deserve every ounce of it for making him feel like this. Like utter trash. Making him feel unloved, unappreciated. They can go fuck themselves.
He turned to leave, and remembered the note for Peter and Rhodey. He quickly scribbled something down and stuck it on the fridge, knowing the other Avengers wouldn’t touch it. They wouldn’t even be able to decipher it either, because their tiny brains can’t even comprehend basic English. Dumb fucks. Anywho, he takes his stuff and goes.
He was able to develop a technology that was able to shrink down all of his suits into a compact backpack. Not nanotech, but almost a shrink ray, of sorts. He takes his machines, his photos, clothing, everything of his. It all fits in 2 suitcases. Amazing, what technology can do in the right hands. It could solve so many problems. He could solve so many problems. So he does.
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Over the course of a couple years, without any noticeable activity, he builds. He builds and waits and develops. Peter and Rhodey found his note, while Rhodey chose to stay and look after the Avengers, making sure they don’t do anything bad. Peter, on the other hand, took his offer, and is working alongside him and Doctor Stephen Strange, Sorcerer Supreme.
The doctor agreed with Tony’s motives to leave the group of superheroes, and helped him create his… masterpiece. His 9th symphony. His Starry Night. It was the most technologically advanced creation in the world. Although it did look like his old nanotech suit, it was much better than that. It was his brain child with Stephen Strange. A bit of Peter Parker was in there too, but mostly just him and Stephen. Stephen and him. Perfect.
The suit was magnificent. All black with red and gold accents. Ugh, the beauty. The grace. So much more advanced than the idiotic ‘Avengers’. If people thought the nanotech was amazing, this is 1,000 times better in every single way. This would be able to kill Thanos in five minutes, tops. Has everything you need. Even snacks! It has it all.
Tony sighed contently, smiling at Stephen who was working hard on notes for their first attack on the compound. To shatter them to their core. To rock them in a way they won’t be able to bounce back from. And when they can’t protect the Earth, then Tony will step in, promising full protection from everything, ranging from petty crimes like purse robbing to interdimensional and universal threats, like Dormammu or some other powerful grape that wants to destroy half of all life.
He’s going to destroy the Avengers, and when he does, oh it will be glorious. Bloody and black and blue. He’s got an army. Sorcerers, courtesy of Stephen. They fight by the Sorcerer Supremes side, no matter if they believe in the cause or not. Good thing they all like this one though. They all think the Avengers have done enough damage all over, and stand right by Tony, Stephen, and Peter in their quest for destruction.
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Tony has… fallen for Stephen, and that would be an understatement. If it was able to be visible, you would have seen him crashing through a skyscraper like he dropped the Hulk through. That’s pretty much the embodiment of how hard he fell for the Sorcerer.
He smiled at the memory of him dropping Banner through a building. Although Bruce was the best out of the Avengers, he chose to stay. Well, he chose wrong. Tony will unleash the beast. He will reign destruction on the Avengers. He will destroy them, no, not kill them, but will drive them insane. Make them kill each other. Fill them with lies, fill them with hatred. Destroy them from the inside.
Tony would murder them, but he decided that watching them murder themselves would be much more fun and entertaining. Soon. He will tear them apart soon. Make them feel the agony. The hatred. The horrors he endured for them. They will all feel. They will all know. And they will beg. Beg for mercy, beg for forgiveness. They will get nothing. As Tony got nothing. They will get the same treatment he got from them. And he will enjoy it. Every last drop of their blood, every tear. He will savor it.
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Tony smirked, content on making them bleed. He walked over to Stephen, and put his arms around Stephen waist, leaning into the taller man.
“Hey, Stephanie. Is it ready for tomorrow?” Tony asked, already knowing the answer, but he just wanted to hear it from the beautiful being in front of him. As the words tumbled out of Stephens mouth, Tony sighed, absolutely smitten. He loved this person. This amazing, genius he was absolutely in love with.
“Of course, Love.”
Tony turned his boyfriend around and pulled him in for a kiss. Stephen leaned down, a smile on his face as he cupped Tony’s face in his scarred, shaky hands. As their lips connected, Tony giggled and threw his arms around Stephens neck. Stephen huffed through his nose at Tony’s antics, but he loved him nonetheless. Tony was about to deepen the kiss, but he heard a noise and pulled away.
He saw Peter standing in the doorway to the lab awkwardly, and motioned him to come in. Peter stepped through and smiled at his new family. He loved them dearly, and even though he once had liked the other Avengers, nothing could take away his loyalty to Tony Stark. The man who took him in when no one else would. He saved Peter from living on the streets and Peter is forever in his debt. Even though they were close before, now their bond is unbreakable.
Tony smiled at his kid, and pulled him in for a hug and a kiss on the forehead. “Hey, Petey. We’re gonna do it tomorrow. Are you ready?”
“Of course, Dad. As ready as I’ll ever be!” Peter replied happily. He loved his family. His parents. He would fight next to them for eternity, and if he had to die for them? Then he will. He’d give everything for them, and he knew they’d do the same for him. No matter what happens tomorrow, Peter knows that they’d do everything in their power to keep him safe. And that’s a lot of power.
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The day has come. They are to attack the Avengers compound at 1 in the morning,sharp, when they have all eaten and had gotten in bed. Tony knew their sleep schedule, Wanda sleeping the earliest and Bucky sleeping the latest. 1am is a bad time for Bucky. He never stayed up past 1 am, so that is why they attack this time. Catch them off guard, make sure they know who’s in charge here.
Stephen spread the word they were going soon, so the sorcerers of Kamar-Taj watched from a portal to make sure it all went smoothly, and if they needed backup. Tony and Stephen sent Peter to stalk the outside of the compound, close enough to see it but far enough to be out of sensor reach, so he couldn’t be detected. They waited until 12:59, when Stephen made a portal to make Tony and his entrance to the scene.
Tony smirked, excited for getting to kill them. Not personally, no, but by feeding them lies. Corrupting their minds, corrupting their soul, as they did to him. Telling them secrets, telling them lies. Breaking their minds. Oh, the sounds will be glorious. Their screams, their pleas for help. He will be right in front of them, inches away from their desperate hands.
He was going over the plan with Stephen and Peter, who were both smiling at the takedown of the Avengers. Pathetic, really. “Earth's mightiest heroes” couldn’t even keep out an insect from spying. Their technology wasn’t as good, now that Tony’s gone. Weak children. They deserve to suffer. They deserve to burn.
The plan was to have FRIDAY re hack into their shitty systems and put Tony over the speakers in the whole compound. He would then start talking, saying complete and utter bullshit he made up to get them all riled up and to not trust each other, because they’d all deny everything and that just leads to more problems. They’d come outside and see Tony, Stephen and Peter in all their glory, and they’d whip them with words, shattering their spirit, their minds, their souls.
Oh, how amazing it was to be the bad guy. You could do whatever you wanted, whenever you wanted, and no one could stop you. If they try, just kill em. It’s funny, actually. Tony remembered the saying, “you either die a hero or see yourself live long enough to become the villain” and well, he’s the villain. He’s lived long enough, and should have died in that cave. That cave was horrible. A perfect torture, where there’s no punishment but death. You stay there till you do what’s asked of you and when you do it, they kill you. Amazing. Tony just wants to stick every Avenger in there and make them go through what he had. Just a little snippet of his pain. If only they knew.
“All set, Boss. Ready?” His AI said, snapping him out of his torturous thoughts. He grinned, knowing that FRIDAY’s cameras would pick up on it and would start the invasion. The cameras on live feed of the compound were ready. He turned them on and watched the Avengers sleep. He heard the crackle of the mic and spoke.
“Hello, hello, hello, Avengers. You’re most likely thinking this is some sort of dream or an echo of what could have been. Well, it’s time to wake up. Guess what? I’ve got some secrets that I’ll know you’ll like.” Tony smiled into the microphone, watching the Avengers look up at the ceiling in awe.
They thought Tony was dead, or dying or something horrible. They never expected him to… do whatever he’s doing right now. And secrets? Please. Tony doesn’t know anything about them. Or… does… he… ? The Avengers looked unsure and.. scared, almost. Well, they should be terrified. They all seemed to come to a mutual agreement and suited up. They met with each other and went outside to track down Tony.
With a bit of effort, Sam was able to find their heat signatures on a pair of busted falcon goggles. Ugh. They couldn’t even fix their own shit without Tony’s help. Weak. Useless. God, he’s so glad he left these morons. Unbelievable.
The Avengers made their way over to Tony, unsure of why there were three heat signatures instead of just one. They soon saw why. Stephen Strange was hovering 30 feet off the ground with Peter Parker swinging into view from the trees. He landed with a roll and took his battle stance in the Iron Spider suit. Stephen also came down from the air, feet lightly touching the ground as he settled. Both of their attire had been modified to look more as one.
Stephens normally blue robes were replaced with black ones, blending in with the pressing darkness surrounding them. His vibrant red cloak had also seemed to turn it down a notch, and was now a dark blood red. A beautiful color, really. Being stained by the bloom of your enemies was pretty hot, not gonna lie. The attention was turned to Peter, whose suit was black, red, and gold. No more blue. The majority of it was black, with the accent colors of war. Blood and dust. Dust and blood.
“Peter, Stephen, please. Look at what you’re doin”- Steve was cut off by Stephen.
“My name is Doctor Strange. I am not Stephen to you, nor is IronSpider Peter.” He snarled at the former teammate. “You have no right to say our names, and you’re lucky that you’re not already dead.”
Steve looked terrified. He had never seen this side of Stephen and Peter. Peter was always a ball of joy, and Stephen was sorta bland.. but interesting at times. It doesn’t matter. No time for reminiscing. Stephen shot a red beam into the air, and all the wind, the animals, everything went quiet.
Tony made his long awaited entrance.