Alikia Tsuki
Tony seemed undecided for another moment, before he nodded. Getting out of Loki’s lap, he grabbed his hand and slowly led him down the hall and into the master bedroom. Taking him to the closet, he pushed aside a section that held all of his suits and pushed at the wall, which slid away. Stepping through the opening, he turned back to Loki. “Watch your head, I didn’t design it for anyone so tall.” He said lightly. As soon as Loki stepped through, the wall closed again and lights came up on a long hall, lined on one side with Iron Man suits. The hall stretched the length of the penthouse and housed more than two dozen suits, each and every one distinct. “Bruce said I was getting obsessive….but I couldn’t help it. Nearly every night I would wake up….nightmares….and I built. It was the only thing that helped.” He mumbled. Starting down the hall slowly, he was still anxious. “No one knows how many of these things I’ve actually made.”