It finally happened. Both Steve and Rhodey always warned me to watch out for it but I got careless. I never though one drink could cause this. I looked out through the eye slits, surveying the destruction caused by the suit. By me. A new brandy came out advertised as “The Strongest Drink”. And being the arrogant, alcoholic, playboy, I bought it. One drink was all it took. One drink to set me on a rampage through New York. The rest of the Avengers constrained me until I cleared through the drink’s effects, but not before I had managed to level half of manhattan with my suit. Oh god. I did this. All of those people, dead, at my hands. All this power, wielded by a drunk.