October 24, 2008
Stark Malibu Mansion
"What a masterpiece. Look at that."
Betrayal was a bitter pill to swallow. Yet Tony Stark took in the words with a strange disillusioned apathy. Men killed for much less. Afghansitan taught him that. Well, Stane forgot who he was dealing with. Howard Stark was a hard ass and a bastard of a father. That didn't mean his progeny was any less soft because he wasn't Howard. All these thoughts raced through Tony's head as he came up with a plan to somehow survive. Of course all thoughts stopped briefly with his former business partner's next few words.
"It's a shame you couldn't pass your knowledge down to your son. Oh yes, you wouldn't know about him, kept it quiet – Dursley was insistent we take him, a cool three million dollar deal shut him up. Good thing your son already believes you're dead! The world doesn't need any more Starks. Now this – this," Stane continued methodically as he placed the reactor into a case. "This is your real legacy; a new generation of weapons with this at its heart."
It was cliché. Villains were so narcissistic. They always talked too much, Tony thought watching as the older man gloated.
"I wish you could've seen my prototype. It's not as – well, not as conservative as yours. However it'll help steer the world back on course. Too bad you had to involve Pepper in this. I would have preferred that she lived."
With that Stane walked away, humming even. The bastard and there went his breathing. It was all he could do to keep breathing. Tony was going to make the bastard pay – somehow – but first he needed to stay alive. Then he would save Pepper before figuring out what the bastard meant about him having a son.
Side thought: he would have to track down and destroy anything to do with sensory debilitating devices. Or at least incorporate it into the suit. Paralysis was a bitch.
Author's Note: Hi, hello; let's see how this one goes. Usual don't own disclaimer applies. Also; yeah tis a bit clichéd but hey I'm popping my Marvel cherry on this one.