Disclaimer: Marvel owns it, I play
A/N: A little drabble-y…thing. Just something that came to me after an important discussion I had with someone. Constructive criticism totally welcomed, it's the first anything I've ever posted anywhere, so I'm kind of mixed with a "Huzzah!" type of thing, heavily doused in an "Oh God, I'm a hack!" feeling, and need to know how to feel!
Maybe he truly did build it for the chicks (billionaire playboys and hotrod-red rarely mix to be anything but, after all).
Maybe he built it for the challenge: the intellectual, Olympian feat that, he is certain, only he can achieve.
Maybe he built it to be responsible (for once).
Maybe he built it to be a hero to the 6.5 billion he had mindlessly been leading to slaughter.
Maybe he built it to be the hero he needs.
Maybe he built it to be the man she deserves.
Maybe "why" doesn't matter when she takes one searing look at it (after weeks of barely casting an endless dread and spite-laced azure pool within twelve feet of it) and declares, near and distant and suddenly,
"You know, you don't have to be anything. You can just be."
Somewhere, just above his navel, he feels a tight pull.
The masses and media are all satisfied with their own "why's" and "because's", but he thinks that, maybe, you can't fool everyone.
Especially her.