“I am a romantic fool, no doubt about that. I can’t help myself but write those songs. I spend a bit of time sitting on the couch with an acoustic guitar — taking breaks, having a cigarette, going to the window then going back. When you do that, you end up doing a lot more of that romantic stuff, probably too much.”
A shuttered sigh escapes a frown marred mouth, as a tired head rests against a well used pillow. The house is unnaturally quiet unlike the nightmare fueled energy of nights past.
"Have I done wrong by him?" Asks a whisper rough voice.
But as always, the pretty face frozen within the photo frame just smiles happily, no words of comfort.
"I wish you were here. You would know what to do for him," states a voice cracking with emotion.
He sighs, his eyes closing as his hand stretches to the opposite of the bed; a side that has been empty of the warm body he craves to have back.
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There was an idea, Stark knows this, called the Avengers Initiative. The idea was to bring together a group of of remarkable people to see if they could become something more. To see if they could work together when we needed them to, to fight the battles that we never could.
"Apart from my transformations, I was happier than I had ever been in my life. For the first time ever, I had friends, three great friends. Sirius Black, Peter Pettigrew, and, of course, your father, Harry ― James Potter. Now, my three friends could hardly fail to notice that I disappeared once a month. I made up all sorts of stories. I told them my mother was ill, and that I had to go home to see her…I was terrified they would desert me the moment they found out what I was. But of course, they worked out the truth…And they didn’t desert me at all.”