[Charles had just let him go. He knew it wasn't the smartest thing, knew this could end in some kind of disaster, but honestly he was shaking with adrenaline and felt almost sick, and he didn't want to deal with this right now. And maybe that wasn't fair and maybe it made him a lousy warden who was ill equipped to deal with an alcoholic would-be superhero, but he just couldn't, right now. He was tired, he was so damn tired of being put in situations like this, and he thought Tony had understood maybe a little bit of what it was like, after that flood.
Which meant either he was wrong or Tony was just so far gone he didn't care.
So he'd stayed in his room and tried to focus on something else for a while. It didn't work, but it was better than being pushed into a corner where he had to use his powers to stop Tony, to convince him to leave or back off or walk himself down to Zero, so he stayed and waited and then his communicator chirped.
He'd headed down to the art room immediately and, after apologizing to Ariadne, wheeled himself in stopping a few feet short of Tony and just... stared at him for a moment.
He wanted to believe the best of him. He really, really did, just like he always seemed to, with people, because he'd seen the good in them, even when they couldn't see it in themselves. But Tony seemed hell bent on staying on this path, despite all the talk that he wasn't, that he wanted to graduate and help the people he'd lost, and Charles was tired of handling him with kid gloves, if this was just going to be the end result. They'd need a different plan of attack.
He brought his hand to his temple and reached out with enough force to nudge him awake, almost like he was shaking his shoulder.]
logic was never an option?
Which meant either he was wrong or Tony was just so far gone he didn't care.
So he'd stayed in his room and tried to focus on something else for a while. It didn't work, but it was better than being pushed into a corner where he had to use his powers to stop Tony, to convince him to leave or back off or walk himself down to Zero, so he stayed and waited and then his communicator chirped.
He'd headed down to the art room immediately and, after apologizing to Ariadne, wheeled himself in stopping a few feet short of Tony and just... stared at him for a moment.
He wanted to believe the best of him. He really, really did, just like he always seemed to, with people, because he'd seen the good in them, even when they couldn't see it in themselves. But Tony seemed hell bent on staying on this path, despite all the talk that he wasn't, that he wanted to graduate and help the people he'd lost, and Charles was tired of handling him with kid gloves, if this was just going to be the end result. They'd need a different plan of attack.
He brought his hand to his temple and reached out with enough force to nudge him awake, almost like he was shaking his shoulder.]
Wake up, Mr. Stark.