He's drunk and there's a really hazy decade in the nineties that Rhodey looks pained when he even thinks about that says doing shit when he's drunk is a bad idea.
There's also a new building on MIT campus and a yearly donation that supports that theory.
But MIT and Rhodey are far away and that clunky black flip phone is not, and he snarls as he snatches it up and punches in the mess.
It takes almost five minutes because the tech is obsolete and he is drunk but he does and he smiles at it, viciously pleased.
Tony Stark is fine. Really, just peachy. Maybe a little lonely, and yeah, PTSD is a bitch but he's managing. But then Clint Barton signs him up for some help site that allows you to text people going through similar shit, and Captain America drags a hurting Bucky Barnes to the Tower. And everything changes. Tony starts to fall for the mysterious man he's been texting AND for the beautiful blue-eyed ex-assassin living in his home. Dealing with that, along with trying to deal with the two rather large secrets he's carrying, Tony Stark's life gets a lot more complicated, something he didn't really think was possible.