When I saw the first one, I wasn't writing for fanfiction and neither was I a fan of RDJ. Needless to say, that has changed. When I saw the second one yesterday, ideas for fics were popping into my head so fast I almost missed half the movie. Typical of me, really. *hehe* So here it is - the first of hopefully more to come. (Though just for the record, I'm going to see it again or wait and buy it before posting the first big one-shot I have planned, just to be sure I get everything accurate.)
Oh, and by the way, the title may change if I think of a better one.
Disclaimer: I'm fifteen. It's illegal for me to make a movie according to the law that states I'd be an underaged worker. (Wow. Don't think I've ever actually remembered to add a disclaimer before. I feel proud.)
Funny
It was almost funny.
He had stunningly discovered that he was being slowly poisoned by the one thing keeping him alive, had done everything he had thought to do to find a substitute for the palladium (miserably failing repeatedly), become gradually more indifferent and thrill-seeking as his time ran out, and wracked his brain for a way to tell Pepper the news (failing in that area as well).
He had quite literally risked his safety in the impulsive choice to drive for America in one of the most dangerous automobile races in the world, done a full flip over said racecar and landed with a bone-crushing jolt upside down (centimeters away from a serious concussion on the unforgiving cement), and looked up to see the reason for the violent ending to his high-speed game was an ugly man brandishing two merciless, uglier whips encircled in deadly, electrifying energy that radiated from an unnervingly familiar glowing white orb the center of his chest.
He had only half-consciously attempted to take on the near-murderer despite his weakening lack of suit, nearly had his feet sliced off by the limitless power the whips apparently had (and acquired a painful cut in his cheek for his trouble), barely leapt up in time to avoid being sliced neatly in half, and then was just lucky enough to have his car door cut right down the middle half an inch in front of his face without having even the tip of his nose cut off (though it did get uncomfortably close).
The lunatic guy was being rammed repeatedly with the car and didn't even seem to feel any type of pain. This insanity-driven man was obsessed with one thing and one alone: agonizingly killing Tony Stark. That was disturbingly obvious enough from the demented grin of his twisted face as he lashed out with his crackling weapons over and over again.
And yet, even as this realization flashed through the back of his mind and he screamed for his Iron Man suit, there was only one sane thought pushing itself to the forefront of his brain, echoing endlessly one simple order:
Protect Pepper.
Yeah, it was almost funny, how much he loved her.
More to come...