fic: No Air
He was looking through the large windows of his hotel room and took a sip from his half-empty glass.
After drinking a whole bottle of Jack Daniels his stomach roared and he ran to his bathroom.
Three hours later
He somehow managed to crawl back to his bed and pick the phone.
With hot tears spilling from his red eyes and cold sweat cooling his warm flesh he dialed Rhodey’s number.
One ring.
Two rings.
“What in the hell do you want anymore?” Rhodey asked in an irritated tone.
A moment of silence and then Tony’s sobs filled the large room.
“Want her back, Rhodey.” He mumbled between heart-breaking sobs.
Rhodey sighed and stood in Tony’s workshop looking at the War Machine which was still unfinished.
Another moment of silence but then Rhodey spoke in an angry tone.
“Then you shouldn’t have told me you don’t care and that you simply as it is don’t want to have any connection with her anymore.”
Click
Tony just stared at the wall in front of him and then dialed his mansion’s number. Jarvis answered as usually and Tony hurried himself to get him through all the mansion’s speakers.
“You can talk now, sir.”
He stood up, picking a large pillow just to throw it onto the marble floor.
“Rhodey, if you hear me please say something. It’s damn important.”
James was surprised as Tony’s voice filled the entire room but he couldn’t pretend he wasn’t there at all because he was more than sure that Jarvis would tell his best friend at some moment that he was down in his shop.
“Yes, Tony.”
“Listen, I just- we…” He babbled.
“Why did you tell me you don’t want her? Connection and all of that.”
“We had a fight.” He almost whispered.
Awkward silence
“You two had a fight?” He asked with surprise in his tone.
“You never had a fight Tony and I mean it. You two were angry, sad and others but never had a fight.”
“It’s not that kind of a fight.” He admitted shyly.
Rhodey’s mouth dropped as in shock.
“Truth is that I love her.” He sighed. “And she loves me too.”
“Oh boy, Tony…”
“We kissed.”
“You two kissed?”
“Yeah…”
“Only once or-“He couldn’t finish his sentence because Tony cut him off.
“Not only once, Rhodey. I told her that I love her and when we got to her apartment she wouldn’t let me sleep in the same bed with her. And it wasn’t meant to sound like that; I just wanted to be close to her. I’m not… I don’t want sex.”
“Please say something.” Tony begged.
“Uh…”
“I want love.”
“And I want her back. If something bad happens to her, I’m going to kill myself.”
Other hot tears filled his puffy eyes.
“And it’s only my fault. I wasn’t even there when it happened. Fuck.”
“She’s afraid I’m gonna sleep with her and then throw her away.”
After a few minutes of more chatting, he started to swear and throw things through the hotel’s room.
“Ton- hey big boy stop, please. You’re not going to resolve anything with that.”
Suddenly the phone in Rhodey’s hands began to ring and Tony noticed the little noise it made so he stopped throwing the chair across the room.
He kept on listening but Rhodey wasn’t speaking loudly.
“Tony?” He asked.
Tony’s breath caught in his throat.
“Huh?”
“It’s Pepper.”
He swallowed hard.
“She’s…”
After drinking a whole bottle of Jack Daniels his stomach roared and he ran to his bathroom.
Three hours later
He somehow managed to crawl back to his bed and pick the phone.
With hot tears spilling from his red eyes and cold sweat cooling his warm flesh he dialed Rhodey’s number.
One ring.
Two rings.
“What in the hell do you want anymore?” Rhodey asked in an irritated tone.
A moment of silence and then Tony’s sobs filled the large room.
“Want her back, Rhodey.” He mumbled between heart-breaking sobs.
Rhodey sighed and stood in Tony’s workshop looking at the War Machine which was still unfinished.
Another moment of silence but then Rhodey spoke in an angry tone.
“Then you shouldn’t have told me you don’t care and that you simply as it is don’t want to have any connection with her anymore.”
Click
Tony just stared at the wall in front of him and then dialed his mansion’s number. Jarvis answered as usually and Tony hurried himself to get him through all the mansion’s speakers.
“You can talk now, sir.”
He stood up, picking a large pillow just to throw it onto the marble floor.
“Rhodey, if you hear me please say something. It’s damn important.”
James was surprised as Tony’s voice filled the entire room but he couldn’t pretend he wasn’t there at all because he was more than sure that Jarvis would tell his best friend at some moment that he was down in his shop.
“Yes, Tony.”
“Listen, I just- we…” He babbled.
“Why did you tell me you don’t want her? Connection and all of that.”
“We had a fight.” He almost whispered.
Awkward silence
“You two had a fight?” He asked with surprise in his tone.
“You never had a fight Tony and I mean it. You two were angry, sad and others but never had a fight.”
“It’s not that kind of a fight.” He admitted shyly.
Rhodey’s mouth dropped as in shock.
“Truth is that I love her.” He sighed. “And she loves me too.”
“Oh boy, Tony…”
“We kissed.”
“You two kissed?”
“Yeah…”
“Only once or-“He couldn’t finish his sentence because Tony cut him off.
“Not only once, Rhodey. I told her that I love her and when we got to her apartment she wouldn’t let me sleep in the same bed with her. And it wasn’t meant to sound like that; I just wanted to be close to her. I’m not… I don’t want sex.”
“Please say something.” Tony begged.
“Uh…”
“I want love.”
“And I want her back. If something bad happens to her, I’m going to kill myself.”
Other hot tears filled his puffy eyes.
“And it’s only my fault. I wasn’t even there when it happened. Fuck.”
“She’s afraid I’m gonna sleep with her and then throw her away.”
After a few minutes of more chatting, he started to swear and throw things through the hotel’s room.
“Ton- hey big boy stop, please. You’re not going to resolve anything with that.”
Suddenly the phone in Rhodey’s hands began to ring and Tony noticed the little noise it made so he stopped throwing the chair across the room.
He kept on listening but Rhodey wasn’t speaking loudly.
“Tony?” He asked.
Tony’s breath caught in his throat.
“Huh?”
“It’s Pepper.”
He swallowed hard.
“She’s…”