This is my first fanfic so please go easy on me with reviews! Please tell me suggestions and if I should keep going (which I probably will). Unfortunately, I do not own Marvel or Iron man. Most of the dialogue is from the movie, but I add some of my own sentences and take out some to make it more interesting! This is a Tony Stark point of view of what has happened in his life in book form if you couldn't already tell. :) Please enjoy!
I'm Tony Stark. You've probably have heard of me. Yeah, the genius, billionaire, playboy, philanthropist. But that's not me anymore, at least not the playboy and selfish part of me isn't me anymore. These past few years have changed me. From Afghanistan to New York everything in my life has been incredibly different. I have changed from being weapons producer to Iron Man. I have made a lot of changes in my life but not all of them are going to be written in here. Not even some of the major things. I'm going to write down my life story from Afghanistan to New York, no more or no less. So lets get to it.
I was speeding down the road. I was beating Happy, my chauffeur, by a long shot. Part of the reason was that I felt like racing Happy to the airport to see who would win driving there. The other reason was that I was late to the airport but I really didn't care that I was late getting there. Pepper, my assistant, was yelling at me that I was late. But how can I be mad at her. I love her. I think she might know by the way I act around her, but I don't know. I felt bad forgetting it was her birthday but I gave her the day off and told her to buy something nice with my money for her present. I skidded the car to a halt at the airport and got out of my car when Happy pulled in.
"I thought I lost you back there!" I told him.
"You did sir," he told me expressionless while he was getting my luggage out of the trunk.
"Where have you been?!" Rhodey, my friend, asked me. "I had a bit of a cover up with a girl from Vanity Fair." I told him. Lets not even talk about that.
"For three hours? We should be half-way around the world right now!"
"Whatever lets go," and with that we boarded the plane.
"What'cha reading platypus?" I asked Rhodey. I know when I call him that he gets annoyed but I still call him that anyways. "Nothing," he replies. "Come on, what's wrong, sour patch?" He hates that nick-name too. "Can you please stop asking me all these questions?"
He went on this long tangent while the waitress came by to give us towels and some food.
Within an hour Rhodey and I were drunk. "You know every time I put on this uniform, I know everyone else who puts this on has got my back!" he slurred out. "Yeah, yeah can you quit talking, you're distracting me." "No, because you never have to worry about anything, so..." and he kept continuing on with the conversation with himself. While he did that most of the ride from there was a blur. All I remember was some flight attendants dancing and some other things I can't even remember really. I fell asleep on one of the benches on the plane and Rhodey came to wake me up when we arrived in Afghanistan.
"Is it better to be feared, or respected," I started off with my presentation for the Jericho. The Jericho is a large missile that can blow up a whole city, easily. You know how much that could help these guys sometimes? Yeah, I know it could maybe get in the wrong hands, but someone would find out in time to take care of it and either blow it up or take it away. But back to the story. "Is it too much to ask for both? With that I proudly present the crown-jewel of Stark Industries. They say the best weapon is the one that you never have to fire. I respectfully disagree. I preferred the weapon you only have to fire once. That's how dad did it, that's how America does it, and it's worked out pretty well so far. Find an excuse to let one of these off the chain, and I promise you, you will not be disappointed and the bad guys won't even want to come out of their cave." After I said that, I signaled someone to fire the Jericho. When it did I said "I proudly present to you the Jericho." I dramatically started raising my arms slowly when a blast of air came from behind me along with an explosion that literally blew their hats off. I grabbed a drink out of my cooler that I deserved after that presentation. "I'll throw one of these in with every five hundred million or more."
I was about to get into the Humvee after the Jericho missile presentation when Obie called. He was basically my father after he and my mother died in a car accident. He treated me better than my father when he was alive, but lets save that for a later time.
"Hey, how was the presentation?" Obadiah asked.
"Looks like we're having an early Christmas." I told him. "Good job my boy!" he said with a hint of pride in his voice. He has basically been my father ever since my father died in a car crash when I was 16. Even before he treated me better than my own father. "Why aren't you wearing those pajamas I got you?" "Good night, Tony," and he hung up. I was getting into the Humvee with my drink in hand when Rhodey came over.
"Hey," he was saying before I cut him off.
"I'm sorry this is the funvee. The hum-dee-drumvee is back there,"
"Nice job on the presentation back there." he said with some irritation in his voice from what I just said. With that he left and we started moving.
We were about 20 minutes into the drive and nobody said a word.
"Come on, I feel like you're driving me a court marshal or something." When I said that the conversations started coming. After a few minutes of conversation, the kid next to me raised his hand.
"Are you kidding me with the hand up?" He put his hand down and asked me,
"Is it cool if I take a picture with you?" What a crazy question that was. Why wouldn't I take a picture with one of our service men. I mean I make the weapons, sell it to them, and they use it to keep us safe.
"Yes, it is very cool." He smiled and pulled out a camera from one of his pockets in his uniform. He gave it to his friend riding in the passenger seat. He put up a peace sign.
"Please no gang signs." I teased. I guess he didn't get it because he looked at me and put his hand down.
"No, I'm kidding. Peace, I love peace. I would be out of a job with peace."
"Don't change any of the settings, just take the picture," he was explaining to his friend in the passenger seat, starting to get impatient. Right when he said that, there was an explosion in front of us and that is where my life was going to restart.
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