Iron Songbird 14

3rd P.o.v.

Robin could feel Tony going down a tail spinning path as his health continued to crumble, and the more time passed, the more reckless he was. It was getting harder to hide from the people each time there was a party...which felt like every day. Nothing Robin said changed anything Tony did; he just got worse each time.

It just made her wonder how long she could watch this...how long his blowing off her concerns just made her feel like he was disrespecting her opinions. Eventually, the partying was so often that she could only find comfort and solitude in her apartment complex Tony made her a while ago. It seemed to break her heart every time she watched him leave her behind to try to spend however long he had left being reckless.

It broke her heart even more when she realized just exactly what she was feeling; love...she was in love and that epiphany nearly shatter her. She had fallen in love with a dying man who would never return her feelings, but also, she fell in love with a man who loved someone else. She saw how he looked at Pepper and she couldn't deny it one bit...he loved her, not Robin.

'How long should I deal with this?' She asked herself as she lied on her bed, trying to ignore the pounding music that pulsed through the house during the latest party, another event that Tony left her behind for. She hadn't exactly talked in a couple days and Tony never checked up on her, so she could only assume that he was too absorbed in his fading life. If he was aware of all this, then he didn't exactly show it.

Tony’s P.o.v.

Things were going fantastic. Great. Never been better. Every day of my life was a big party, I had money to spend and enough booze to never regret it. I was having the time of my life, living every day like it was the last, YOLO and all that…

Why would I even feel bad? Sure I was dying but it wasn’t like it was going to happen right now so I still had time. Stark Industries was on Pepper’s care and I had the Ironman suit on to still do incredible awesome stuff. I mean, come on! My life was pretty great. Great, great, great… Great.

God, I need a drink.

My birthday was the next day (yay) and it was going to be epic. Everyone was coming over and it was going to be Mardi Gras in Malibu.

Pepper would stop by now and then but she didn’t stay for long, what with her being busy with the company. Rhodey rarely showed up and Happy, well he worked for me so he had to show up when I called him. Now and then I kept feeling like I was forgetting something… But alcohol would take that feeling away and I would go back on feeling great.

My birthday started like every other day lately. People came over and the party would get started. By the time night came, I brought more beer with my Ironman suit. I rarely took that off now, especially since I included bathroom utilities to it.

Everyone cheered for me and the party got even wilder. I took up the drinking challenge and was about to totally win, when Ironman appeared.

Wait… I’m Ironman.

Then who the *blip* was that guy?

“Tony, you need to stop this now.” Oh crap, it was Rhodey.
“Rhodey! My good friend!” He took off his mask and so did I.
“Tony, this has gone for too long, even for you. You’re not thinking straight.”
“Well sorry for having a party on my birthday, I didn’t know it was a crime. Now you’re going to have to leave before you bring this party down.” And then I shot him.

Don’t look at me like that, it’s not like it was going to really hurt him considering he had a suit on.

But instead of leaving, he shot me back. Now I was getting really pissed at Rhodey. I put my mask and hit him back, and before anyone knew it, we started fighting.

Everyone screamed and started fleeing my mansion.

“Wait! This isn’t a real fight! We can go back partying any moment now!” But no one heard me, or if they did they ignored me.

Rhodey took that moment to tackle me and we went through the mansion’s floor. That didn’t stop us from fighting. Through the mess of the fight, I could tell we were bringing the whole place down. Rhodey was going to have to pay for that later.

We went through many more floors until we hit the lab. From there, we destroyed most of my work (which wasn’t a lot this days) until Rhodey pinned me down. I was too tired to keep on fighting and let him take me down.

“I’m really sorry Tony, but I’m going to have to take your suit with me. You’ve become too reckless to be trusted with it." And with that, the suit detached itself from me.

Rhodey left with it and the suit he was wearing. I was left sore, tired and with one heck of a hangover in the floor of my lab. Maybe I shouldn’t have drank so much.  

3rd P.o.v.

Robin regretted coming out of her house when she could hear the music stop and people screaming. What was going on? It wasn't until there was crashing in several places that she moved even farther away from her house. Big mistake...

Suddenly, two huge Iron Man suits came crashing through the roof of the lab, boulder-sized rocks and debris raining down with them. Of course, that was dangerous for a girl her size. She tried to bolt back to the house, but she didn't get there in time. A particularly medium-sized rock knocked her down, pinning her down at the ankle.

The pain was less than expected, but it still hurt with a sprain. She was stuck and her yell in pain was drowned out by the fighting men out of her sight. When it started to settle down, Rhodey left and passed by her place. Maybe he assumed she was still inside...maybe not, but he didn't hear her try to get his attention or even look in her direction.

She wasn't going to get her ankle out of the rock waiting for Tony, so she had one more option. She took her pocket knife out and started to chip away at the rock. Every once in a while, Robin would look at the knife and slightly smiled at the memory that came along with it, back when things with Tony were better than this.

It took many, many hours to chip away enough rock that she could free her ankle. Night and sunrise had long passed and it was entering the afternoon. She was tired and dirty and she wanted to be alone as she slowly started back to the house, sporting a major limp. There was dirt and grime and sweat all over her; she took one look at herself and felt awful.

"Robin?"

That familiar voice rang in her direction...making her stop where she stood and turn to look at Tony. She wasn't happy with him, so she didn't look for long. She simply turned away from him without hesitation and continued to limp back to the house.

"Robin...I-I"

She cut him off, still not looking at him, with a disappointing deadpanned tone, "Don't, Tony. Just...Don't."

Those were the first words she's said to him in almost a week. She limped back into the house, closed the door, and locked it. She quickly, the best she could do with her ankle sprain, went around her apartment closing curtains on the windows, locking the moveable walls and getting ice for her swollen, hurting ankle. She hide out in her room, lying in bed and propping her hurt foot on an extra pillow with her ice pack.

She covered her face with her pillow and let herself cry for the first time in a long time. She ignored Tony outside and even told Jarvis to soundproof the apartment from the inside. She didn't want to hear Tony but she didn't care if he heard her.