The pieces all fold in on each other
He felt, impossibly, even more tired, the lassitude stealing over his arms and legs. Papers and folders and briefings and Top Secret was the reason they were there. Pepper had prepared him charts and ordered his schematics, and he would have to talk the group of spooks and generals through the new tech Stark Industries wanted to sell them. It was business as usual, something he had done a hundred times, but he suddenly felt as though he couldn’t do it, that he wanted to carry on running until he was back on the plane home.
Or five times Tony Stark didn't want to talk about it, and one time he did.
Until the End of Time
Until the End of Time