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Anthony Edward Stark aka Iron Man ([info]anthonyestark) wrote in [info]marvel_legends,
@ 2011-07-10 19:40:00

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Who: Tony and open
When: July 10, 2011
Where: Stark Resiliant, new temporary NYC headquarters
What: Tony gives a press conference on his newest project, at which things don't go as planned
Rating: PG-13 for violence and adult language



Backstage, Tony spent the last few minutes before taking the stage, checking that his tie was straight and that his hair looked appropriately tousled, as though he'd just gotten out of bed. It took him ten minutes to get it to look that way tonight, but when he caught sight of his smirking reflection, the expression faded.

Meeting his own eyes, Tony glared. "What're you looking at?"

Pepper's interruption was almost a relief. Following her out, Tony waved away the notecards she tried to hand him, but at her murderous look, he smirked and took them anyway, sending her one last wink before mounting the stage. The cards disappeared into his pocket before Tony raised his hands above his head in dual greetings to the press, and the crowd beyond them, who rose to their feet in excitement upon his entrance.

A mosquito-like buzz rose among the newspeople, probably in reaction to Tony's surprisingly enduring popularity, but Stark himself wasn't surprised. Nor was he as egotistical, as he was in his youth, to think that they were here because they loved him. He knew from experience that they were here out of morbid curiosity - to see just what would happen next. How he would screw up. Well, Tony had no intention of satisfying them today.

As he reached the podium, the noise-level diminished, and pulling the cards from his pocket with a wry glance off-stage, squinting into the darkness, Tony flashed his teeth at the sea of microphones.

"Good afternoon," he began. "I want to thank you all for coming to our little party here. We at Stark Resilient have been hard at work on an excellent project that we're proud to present as an innovation in not only the green energy movement; not only..."

Tony trailed off. In the back of the room, a man moved through the crowd. He looked very familiar. It made Tony's stomach crawl, and a cold sweat washed over him.

Clearing his throat, Tony tried to continue. It couldn't be who he thought it was. "Ahem, Not only... not only an innovation for the housing industry; not only is this the greatest step forward city planning and..."

The man in the back moved again, and the bald head gave way to a face that was unmistakably that of Obadiah Stane.

Anger surged through Tony, followed by confusion. Leaping from the stage, Tony vaulted into the audience, past the shocked members of the press who turned to follow him, only to be trapped by the wall of the crowd behind them. Tony just kept pushing through, shoving people aside who didn't see better than to get out of his way before he reached them. "You! Come here!"

The man - Stane, he was sure of it now - looked terrified, and well he should be. Moving closer, Tony reached for his arm. "Hey! Stop! Let me get a look at you."

The man kept going, and just as he reached the door, grabbed him by the collar, swinging him around to face him with a roar of "STANE!" Fury made his vision swim, but he knew that face, and rage flooded his body, filling him with hatred he hadn't felt in years.

"YOU SON OF A BITCH!" Tony scream, throwing Stane to the floor. Stane tried to scuttle backwards, shaking his head, his mouth working as though he wanted to apologize, but it was way too late after all the times he'd taken Tony's life to pieces and left him for dead. And then what his son had done to him - done to Pepper - enough was enough! "I'm going to rip your nuts right off your body so that you'll never create any more hellspawn to torture us again, you mother-fucker!"

As his fist hit his one-time mentor's face, Tony could feel the bone shatter against his knuckles and the pleasure he took from it was almost sexual. Staring down at him through a haze of red, Tony hit Stane again, and again, not realizing that as he did, his own howls were growing louder and louder, too.



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