"I will give you two hundred dollars if you hide me until my asshole ex leaves." The bartender blinked in surprise and reached towards Tony again. His panic spiked. "A thousand plus whatever I have in my wallet. Anything you want. Please."
Tony couldn’t honestly remember how long it had been like this. Probably since the day he’d called T’Challa and offered his help. At first it had just been compulsive self-denial: you can’t eat until you’ve drafted your opening remarks, until you’ve finished your research, until you’ve rewritten every last colon and comma and apostrophe in those Accords so that everyone can come home.
Those goals had been realistic. Lately, they’d become impossible. Until everyone forgives you. Until you forgive yourself. Until you make up for every bad thing you’ve ever caused.
He was fine. He was coasting in a dangerous place, but he was fine. He wasn't taking it too far - just far enough.
After the events of “Civil War” Tony decides to take himself out of the Avengers equation. In the midst of getting things set up for his departure, craziness ensues. Charles Xavier won’t let him go peacefully and a couple of super soldiers from an alternate dimension pop up out of nowhere adding in another wrinkle to Tony’s plans.
Let it never be said Tony’s life was anything but complicated.