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Tony doesn't know how it happened. One day he was straggling from one place to the next, trying so hard not to let anyone see through the cracks of his mask, or let the tremor of his hands be seen, the twitch of his eyes noticed.
Doesn't matter anymore. Not since that day Peter knocked on his door.
"I'm here for the internship? Oh God… Sorry, you're… Fuck, I mean, sorry, I mean you are ..."
Tony has had less and less of a need for alcohol, and more and more of a desire to live and fight this since then.