Ever dreamed to be one of your favorite characters ?

I woke up the day of his parents' deaths, as he floated through their funerals and got offered empty feelings from a whole lot of officials, finance’s, defense’s and government's people.

They all said it was sad, that they were sorry. It really didn't help. He knew they wanted his dad's company, his parents money, connections, and stuff. Offering him support if he ever wanted to. Said he had to live up to his father's name after his period of grief.

His sadness affected me and didn't at the same time.

Not that I didn't care about what he went through.

I had his feeling and memories of them. The guilt he felt, regrets he had.

Anger for what he found and has yet to discover.

I was confused about what to do.

About him.
About myself.
The future.
The world.

How everything could and would go wrong.

I'm in a jumbled version of the MCU.

And...

I'M IRONMAN...