We create our own demons. As promised I got Pepper sorted out, took some tinkering. But then, I thought to myself; why stop there? Of course there are people who say progress is dangerous, but i’ll bet none of those idiots ever had to live with a chest full of shrapnel. And now, neither will I. Let me tell you, that was the best sleep i’d had in years.
Damn straight…but how the hell am I meant to power the suits…shit…guess I better build more reactors *shrugs*
*sits around* where is pepper? She’s been like…two days? Jarvis, get me some whiskey and a pizza, you know the drill. I don’t Spose she’ll be back anytime soon. *puts his feet on her desk and yawns*
These cats have no fucking idea what is happening.
Oh my god.
Those poor cats and omg I can’t breathe at all.
this is 10% evil and 90% hilarious
i am in class softly laughing into my sleeve
Can someone please tell the year to slow down? Honestly I went to sleep and now is march! Where did February go!! Da hell!!!
Tony Stark, Getting Older
He may be dazed, bruised, bloody and bleeding out internally but he isn’t completely unaware. His eyes flicker up directly to that camera. In this, as in every other personal, intimate and often grief-stricken moment of Anthony Stark’s life, the outside world is watching.
Tony has been public property literally since his birth. His first steps, words, schools. His parents death and funeral. All his teenage and adult transgressions. Every lover he has ever had. All of it has been on public display. He shows no surprise at seeing the camera there. That he may be about to die is just another event to be documented.
So as thoughts fly through his concussed mind: whether he will see his home again. If he will ever again breathe in fresh air, or will choke out with the fetid air of the cave in his throat. If he will ever swim in the ocean again, or die with dank, filthy water in his lungs; the camera rolls on. It’s silent eye capturing every gasp, every desperately swallowed sob, every plea, every scream, for the one ‘family’ member that Tony had left from his childhood. The one that he thought he was a son to. The one he never thought would betray him.
it is said that the camera doesn’t lie and here, at the inception of his captivity, the truth is written on Tony’s face, he thinks he will die here…and as at his birth, the camera will capture his death too.