Tony was standing on the launch pad, toes hanging over the edge. his red wings with yellow tips were spread open wide. in all their glory, shining in the morning light. He inhaled then exhaled. he had a mischievous grin on his face. He looked at the ground below him. he thought about what would happen if he didn't flap his wings soon enough. in idiot speak, Splat. He heard Steve walk on the pad. then he jumped. Steve spread his own golden wings, prepared to fly down and get Tony. just as he expected to hear a loud CRUNCH, Tony came up in a fast spiral. he opened his wings again and dove down, weaving gracefully between the skyscrapers of New York City, before arriving at the Brooklyn Bridge. he flew up to the clouds. he tucked his wings in, spiraling towards the water. And he couldn't help it. "WHAHOOO!!" He pulled up just before going in the water. he was skimming the surface of the water. he reached his hand down and ran his fingers through the cold blue water. He loved the rush of soaring through the air, with the cool wind blowing in his face. It was just the feeling of, what was the word, freedom. He loved the thrill and he wasn't gonna take it slow. This is how it feels to fly.