So I've been reading a lot of Avengers fics lately and have been inspired to finally put my skills to the test! Let us see how I fare, yes?
In this story, Tony Stark is around the actual age of the amazing Robert Downey Jr. himself, strictly for plot purposes and age differentiation/comparison to what I have planned, and also for the sake of mentality.
This is just a short prologue before the first chapter of where the story really begins – an introduction of sorts, if you will.
Enjoy!
Prologue
"And now you kneel at my feet, gasping for air – clinging onto that wretched thing you humans call life – and you still do not beg for mercy?" He laughed; a deep reverberation that growled through his chest. "It almost makes me sad to destroy such a brave and clever man."
The blade pierced the flesh, and his voice was dangerously calm over the horrifying scream that thickened in the air.
"Almost."
The low rumble of the engine suddenly coursed through the vehicle; a timid, thrumming purr that barely made the slightest of reverberations. Its sleek finish glinted in the pale yellow street lights like the coat of a panther; beautiful, desirable, and mesmerizing. A slight drizzle fell from the blackened skies, the weather promising to be uncharacteristically dreadful over the next few days.
The cold wind was short lived, thankfully, as she slid carefully into the car and along the leather seats to the far side. Her fingers and toes stung from the sudden transition from cold to warm, and so she removed her gloves and placed them in her lap.
"Where to, Miss?"
A single glass lay already filled on the small ledge to her left. Picking it up, she took a long swig and placed it back down, momentarily holding her breath and squeezing her eyes shut in order to calm the hot burn that seared down her throat. The urge to cough was unbearable, but she held it in, knowing that he'd smirk at her if he could see her now.
Reaching into her pocket, the young woman pulled out an I.D. badge and flashed it to the driver, whose face immediately tensed upon reading the familiar insignia.
The driver then nodded and tipped his hat before gently swinging the car out onto the busy road. The rain pattered against the tinted windows, and a flash of white broke through the skies, followed by a low rumble. She then sighed to herself, letting her hand run through her auburn hair and ending with a terse rub on the back of her neck.
Brown eyes watched the skyline pass by; its familiar lights and atmosphere causing a lump to settle deep within her stomach.
How long had it been? Five years? Ten?
Only the wrinkles on his face would tell.
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