Tony Stark | After the Cave

Not Like Before
Unestablished | Established Tension | Angst | Iron Man 1: Post Afghanistan
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I let you out at Central
I didn't care to state the plain
Kept my mouth closed
We're both so familiar
🎧 Listen here

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Summary

He wasn’t supposed to make it out of that cave. Weeks of noise, metal, blood, and a battery wired into his chest rewired something in Tony Stark that doesn’t just switch off because he’s home. Everything feels wrong now—too quiet, too bright, too unreal. And then there’s you. You, who existed before all of it, before the cave, before the version of him that had to survive it. Whatever was between you didn’t get resolved—it got left behind. But seeing you again drags it all back with it. Familiar in a way nothing else is anymore, grounding in a way that doesn’t make sense, you’re the one thing he can’t file away, joke off, or ignore—and that might be the one thing he’s least equipped to handle now.

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Tony stared out the window of the transport plane at the ground creeping closer. His eyes felt dry, the crinkle of the Mylar blanket with each breath strangely grounding– like proof he was still here. Rhodey moved nearby, running checks with the crew and soldiers while Tony stayed where they’d put him—useless, stagnant, watching. His elbow dug into the armrest, a tight fist at his mouth, his lips pressed against the length of his thumb. Some