MHA #8, Thursday Evening

[stykera]

The only reason Stark was not at a bar trying to drink his feelings away for the 4th night in a row was because Anakin had said he would be coming by tonight. He could, he reasoned, always head across the street or wander to the other bar later if he needed to. Or if Anakin didn't show.

Instead of drinking yet was standing awkwardly in his living room, watching the door with a serious expression on his face.

He'd had nothing but serious expressions on his face the entire week.

[For the Jedi mentioned above]

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[stykera]

Confusing enough that Stark was suddenly maskless, in a cage, and screaming.

[sith_happened]

"What the frell?" teenaged Anakin gasped.

[stykera]

"I don't know," Stark said uncertainly. "That was...a long time ago."

[sith_happened]

"what happened?" Anakin asked, putting food onto plates and smiling.

[stykera]

"I was executed," Stark said, grimacing and waving his hands.

"I... got better."

[sith_happened]

Oh, look, another hug!

[stykera]

Anakin, all that did was put Stark back in the cage and start him screaming again!

[sith_happened]

Oh no!

Anakin turned away to brood.

[stykera]

Stark slumped down, holding his mask against his face.

"I thought tonight was supposed to help."

[sith_happened]

Anakin looked frustrated while behind him some long-dead Jedi Master nodded along. "Fandom is being unhelpful."

"Just like you," the Jedi Master told Anakin.

[stykera]

"Maybe nothing is going to be helpful," Stark said, one tear slowly rolling down his cheek.

[sith_happened]

"Aww, don't cry, Mister," tiny Anakin pleaded. "It'll mess up your mask and maybe rust it."

Tiny Anakin wasn't the most empathetic person.

[stykera]

Well fine, Stark would just take his mask off and turn away. Still looking sad.

"It doesn't rust."

[sith_happened]

"It doesn't?" Anakin replied. "What kind of alloy is it?"

[stykera]

"I'm not certain," Stark admitted, looking fine with that. "I didn't make it. Or the others."

Like the fancy one he'd shoved in the back of the closet the other day because he didn't want to look at it.

[sith_happened]

"Does Amaya make them?" Anakin asked.

[stykera]

"She made me two," Stark said, smirking. "A backup and one... one that was pretty."

That he was never wearing again because it would make him sad. In spite of the smirking.

[sith_happened]

Anakin was apparently judging the hell out of that for some reason. "That was very nice of her."

[stykera]

"It was," Stark agreed, looking confused.

[sith_happened]

Anakin and Obi-Wan were here for you, Stark!

"That's wonderful!" Obi-Wan said.

[stykera]

The addition of Obi-Wan had Stark cowering. Maybe it was the beard?

[sith_happened]

It was intimidating in its magnificence.

"You okay?" Anakin asked.

[stykera]

No, not okay. Now Stark was lying in a box and unconscious.

[sith_happened]

Anakin was going to stare in this good light, then, and look at him.

[stykera]

Well if he was going to be looked at then Stark was going to sit, lean against a wall, and look terribly depressed.

Which was pretty much his default state this week.