Tony Stark had it all.
Beautiful women crowed around him, practically jumping into his bed.
A different car for each day of the month.
An Ivy- League education that he put to good use.
Yet, the one thing people always seemed to envy was his billions upon billions of dollars.
Christmas. It was Christmas morning, 3 AM. Rhodey had been off to visit his parents for Kwanza, and Happy and Pepper had visited his family in Boston. He had been left alone to sit, nurse a bottle of Jack, and get as drunk as physically possible.
As he sat there, something was realized by this rich and genius mind. Tony Stark had nothing.