I really appreciate you just reading this right now, I mean, it makes me happy that my story might have interested you...maybe even a little? Hehe. -nervous laugh- Um, anyway. I thought i'd write an ironman story because, me and my friend have recently been obsessed with it. And I thought making my own would be a good idea, you know, after reading some for myself? So, this is just for fun. And I'd really like reviews. As long as I get one good review each chapter, I'll continue. Heh, I know i'm cheap like that. But even one good word makes me feel good. So, no review, no story. One review, one more chapter...and on. You understand? Do you? Aliright then.

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"..I am ironman..nanananana...yes i am..."

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The light overtook everything he could see. Which wasn't much through the space between his fingers, as his hand shielded his face. He didn't understand what was going on at first, though he recognized the familiar sound of bombs, rumbling off in the distance. The nearby distance, in fact, all around him for that matter. Before, there was as a casual conversation, a photo-op. Then now he could hardly see the remainder of soldiers in the 'Fun-V' along him. Another blast, and him trying to somehow flee the premesis...kind of a stupid idea really. There he was, all alone, beside a rock as a small thing fell beside him. Stark Industries it read. And Tony knew better than to stick around, since it was his little toy anyway.

The darkness that once closed on him, opened up, revealing a cave-like place. He didn't understand why he was there in the first place. He could have been on his flight home to New York by then. He didn't exactly know the time of that precise moment either, nor day. It could have been days since he'd been out, he just wasn't sure.

"And in other news, weapons engineer Anthony Stark, head of Stark Industries,has still yet to be found after an attack on his vehicle while presenting the 'Jericho' missle in Afghanistan early last week. Stark was last seen in a vehicle carrying him and a few soldiers when an booby trap set off, there are still no signs of him, but military officials say they are doing the best they came to bring Mr. Stark home..E-" the newcaster's voice immediatly muted; a picture of Tony hovering off in the right top corner of the television. It seemed like that's all that was on the T.V. It was strange, staring at the television and reliving something you just went through. I don't mean recently, I mean JUST went through.Tony lowered his brows, staring helplessly at the television screen. It was quite impossible how he could have been there, sitting on the cough in the living room, watching this all on the television. He didn't understand this at all. He remembered asking Jarvis to quiet the T.V. up, which explained the muting of the sound. He brought his hands up to his face, letting his face fall right into his palms. He looked like a mess; as if he went crazy. The look on his face could have made you think he went insane, murdering every being out there. But, that wasn't the case. Tony wasn't as crazy as the people had thought him to be, at least he dind't believe himself to be so. It'd been a what, second, since he'd been back? It didn't make sense. One moment happy, the next in a attack, then back into the safety of his home.

Shakingly, he grabbed a hold of the remote lying to the side of him. His trembling finger pressed down on the button that had an arrow on it, reading CH. The 'CH' of course stood for 'channel', as he slowly began to change the station. He went up one, and again another reporter began to tell about him. He saw it in the captions on the bottom of the screen, following the reporter's words. "...has yet to be found after an attack.." It was a different lady, though she had her hair up in the same manner as the first. And she semmed to be saying the exact same words as the first. He shook his head, going up one again, to reviel a man explaining the same occurances. It happened on every exact channel, until he reached the TV Guide network. The scrolling words describing the shows on at the moment, and moments to come. On top was two people talking about something other than him; fashion. It was that one weird look-alike show, when they turned normal people into celebrity look alikes. He stared down at the scrolling words; everything was about him. He sighed, confused-like as he turned back to channel 6. Fox news was on...

"After a touching homecoming, Tony Stark of Stark Industries was quickly admitted into the hospital last night in Washington, D.C.. Stark was found in the desert yesterday afternoon after his close friend Rhodes discovered him..Stark was rushed to emergency once arriving in Washington. Reports say Stark-" He stopped reading the lettering, and turned the volume back up to hear. He didn't know why they kept mentioning Washington. The reporter continued on; " Stark passed yesterday night at around midnight, after going into cardiac arrest. The doctors could not revive him, though he seemed fine before, reports say. More about Stark's accomplishments and memorial service after this break." And it went to the commercial...Tony dropped the remote. Passed? Passed?! Dammit, there's no way he could be dead, he was staring right at the television himself! No, no, this couldn't have been happening. He quickly went back for the remote, changing it to channel 5. An image of a funeral service filled the screen, finally realizing that he was the one in the coffin. His heart raced dangerously, as he stumbled to his feet. " Nooooooooo! " He cried out. Nobody seemed to answer, nobody was there. Not even pepper...and Jarvis seemed to not respond either. And why not? Could this all be true? This all was starting to really haunt him. He moved, making his way through the kitchen; it getting harder and harder to breath. A desperate cry for help did nothing. And as soon as he closed his eyes, a light flashed over him again, and the whole thing seemed to start over. He was yet again looking through the space between his fingers, then a loud noise startled him.

Tony opened his eyes in a flash, finding himself on the floor beside his bed. He was breathing a bit heavily, though not as he thought he was. It was dark, really dark. He let out a small sighed realizing that it had happened, again. He looked up at the ceiling, on his back as he brought his hand to his face, burying his face in it. He couldn't believe it happened again. That dream, that same nightmare that he'd been having for as long as he could remember. It had only been a few weeks since he'd been back from Afghanistan. Usually didn't end up with him on the floor, though occasionally it did. It was nothing new. He took a deep breath, and stood, steadying himself by grasping onto his bed. He looked over at the nigthstand tiredly; his hair in every which way direction. 3: 47 AM . Seriously? It's only 3:47? Why, the last time he remembered having to look at the clock was 3:14 AM. He again took his hands to his face, and stayed there for a moment,before reaching down and picking the pillow and blanket off the floor,and tossing them onto the bed on his way out. He walked into the bathroom, flipping the light switch on as he went to the mirror. He held onto the sink, looking right into the mirror. He looked terrible, he admitted. His eyes were a bit red, probably for not getting any sleep. And there was a mark on his face, more like a line, that ran through his cheek. A line that showed he had slept on something that had left its imprint on him, though he didn't know or care what.

The light was bright, and he squinted at first. Reaching over to the handle, he turned the water on. It was cold, as he ran a hand below the current. He grabbed a wash cloth and ran it underneath the water, then wiped his face with it. There, he was a bit more awake now. Taking a deep breath in, then blowing out, he set the cloth down. He looked at himself again. The line was going away slowly, but at least he didn't look so disgusting. Although his hair was still a mess. He brought his hand up onto his head, and 'combed' his hair with it, a few hairs still sticking out only made him look semi-decent.

"This is great..." he said to the mirror, " you look great, Tony."

It was more of a mumble to himself, and he walked out of the bathroom, flipping the switch off as he exited. Out to the kitchen he went, pouring himself a glass of...wine. The first he saw, he grabbed. It wasn't bad either, it was a nice thing to see first. He took a seat at the table. Not exactly drinking it either. It was dark around the rest of the house, other than his bedroom, meaning that the kitchen was pretty dark. He swished the drink around in his cup, only to find that a voice came from behind him. The light went on in the kitchen, and he turned to see Pepper in the doorway. She gave him an awkward smile, " Midnight drink, Mr. Stark?" she asked him, softly.

He nodded. Though he wasn't exactly drinking it, as to swishing it. "Yeah..I wasn't really being that loud now, was I?"

" Of course not." she replied, shaking her head.

He shrugged with one shoulder," ...so, you came to join me then?"

--ToBeContinued--

Hehehee, I didn't know what to say! But I hope you enjoyed this first chapter. The story's just opening up, I have a few ideas up my sleeve, and I'll update this as soon as I get to it. Which will be soon, I promise. :

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