Holy fuck I think I’ll just drown myself in a vat of scotch. Yeah, that sounds perfect right now.
I really don’t think you want to do that, Mr Stark.
“Nah, I really think I do. Things might not be as… stupid? I guess?” He poured himself a tumbler of it, staring absently at the red head.
“Start with a glass or two,” she suggested, dropping into lotus position at his feet. “And explain to me why you’re trying to give yourself alcohol poisoning.”
“Oh don’t worry sweetheart, after all the chlorophyll I consumed, I don’t think chugging a couple kegs could give me alcohol poisoning,” he replied, taking a stiff swig. “I’m kinda just, fed up with what the world has become, I guess.”
“Welcome to my world,” Summer replied dryly. “I think I’d trade you in a heartbeat. Not sure what the scotch is going to do for you in that regard.”
Tony nearly snorted scotch out of his nose. “Careful what you wish for…” A smirk played across his tired face. “I never said the scotch wouldn’t get me drunk, I just said it wouldn’t kill me.”
“Hey, at least you have the money and the position to try to do something about it. I just get to feel it, all day every day, my own and everyone else’s weight on my shoulders.” The last bit came out unexpectedly bitter. “Sorry.”