Authors Note / Well, this is a short, hopefully meaningful one shot that I wanted to write. It is a look into Tony Stark's life. Um...nothing else really, please review. Oh, and until I get my creativity back, I am open to suggestions and requests!
Disclaimer / If I owned Iron man, I would be living in the Bahamas with Robert Downey Jr. and a one bedroom house.
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My life use to be simple: money, sex, inventions, and fast cars. Going through life full speed ahead, having everything I ever dreamed of.
Then, I was taken.
For three months, I was a prisoner of the Ten Rings. I learned a lot those three months. I realized that I was alone, that my life was nothing but an empty shell. I was forced to build a missile that I invented. A missile named Jericho. But I built something bigger, something better. A one man plane, a metal suit.
I escaped.
I lost a friend that day. The day that I left. He taught me that we live for a reason, and we better not waste it. I will never forget the few months I spent with him, those last few months of his life. Never.
But that was not all. No, it never is. My company was dealing under the table, my mentor at the head of it. Who could stop him? Me. So I did. I recreated my metal suit and stopped the madness, destroyed my dirty weapons, destroyed my teacher.
That was one of the hardest things I have done in my life. Lying there, watching out of the corner of my eye as my mentor, my friend, my role model, fell to his death. A death that was caused by me.
I continue to fight. To keep the teetering balance of this world stable for a little longer. Every second, every minute, every hour, I fight.
No longer am I Tony Stark.
No.
I am Iron man.
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