Here is my first ever Fanfiction! Please don't be to harsh on me in reviews!
Disclaimer: I OWN NONE OF THE CHARACTERS ETC OF MARVEL and mean NO OFFENCE to any actors, readers of this post, or marvel/film company etc! NO COPYRIGHT INFRINGEMENT IS MEANT! Here goes… hope you like it… based on IM1, but sorry if I rush and skip over parts of the detail or what happens in the film, and the script won't be exact, also sorry if it is all a little vague and jumps about a bit - see Iron Man 1 and it should be more clear…. Sorry lol! PLEASE REVIEW AND I MAY WRITE ANOTHER CHAPTER! much appreciated
There - he heard it… voices…
His mind was a blur… he couldn't think… no, he, Tony Stark is a genius - he is always thinking, he just didn't know what to think. He heard echoes… and murmurs of indistinguishable speech. Speech which must have come from the mouth of the man who was the source of the immense pain Tony felt course through his entire, depleted body. No - it wasn't the only source, as he was already in immense pain. His chest and parts of his abdomen were burning - they felt as though pins had pierced his skin in swift painful movements, and then shards of glass had entered his very body at colossal force. He was a little aware of people tightly holding him down to the cold surface, probably a table of sorts. They were all around him, crowding him. The men were forcing his limbs down, down, restraining him, keeping his arms and legs from protecting his chest, keeping him captive, squashing him under their strength, keeping him under the knife of another man - keeping him in pain. He felt claustrophobic, weak, defenceless, exposed, vulnerable; Anyone could apply pressure to his wounds and he couldn't stop them from inflicting the pain upon him. Panic rose within him like a wave of suffocating water and burning pain. If he could have lifted his eyelids his eyes would have been wide with terror and panic. If he could escape he would have run, panting, and collapsed, screwing himself into a tight ball in a dark corner where no one could find him to hurt him. He had never experienced anything like this. He needed to get back home. His chest heaved.
Suddenly his mind was hit with a flashback - he saw it… his name, proudly promoting the weapon it was printed onto. Tony was there - he felt his face turn white. He watched it back in his mind. His face was pale, and his eyes widened in shock and terror, and sudden realisation of his situation. He felt the force of his missile as it exploded and sent him flying backwards...
Tony was abruptly brought out of his flashback as a sharp scalpel sliced deeply into his flesh. He tried to open his eyes but couldn't. He tried to speak but couldn't. He tried to thrash - the result of which was another burst of pain as the slight movement caused the scalpel to accidentally tear his skin in the wrong direction. He heard the voices again, sounding angry. He was NOT in a hospital… the voices were of a language he did not understand let alone speak. He tried to thrash again, but his body was feeling weaker and weaker with every flash of pain, and panic overwhelmed him, his breathing, his pulse, his heart rate - all increasing with rapidity, like the quickening beeps before the missile had exploded. He meant to groan and whine, but made a small, gurgling growl - he seemed to be drifting in and out of consciousness throughout his 'surgery'. He had to get out.
He pulled together each shred of energy as his chest burned and excruciating pain enthralled his body. This time, in a moment of consciousness, he thrashed relatively hard. He heard shouts, and the grip on his body, which had been loosened when he fell deeply and notably unconscious, was tightened again. He continued to thrash and could feel he was putting up a somewhat worthy battle for someone with their chest exposed and burning. He groaned again as they pinned him down to the hard surface, squashing him against it. He tried to move again, but further pressure was put upon the only limbs he could flail. He felt trapped. He was trapped.
His chest felt as though it was exploding, and as he moaned he opened his eyes and saw the bloodied hands entering his chest again, with an instrument which shined in the grimy light. His head, which was raised a little, was slammed back down onto the surface as a hand pushed his forehead. He felt each muscle of his body fall limp as he was, again, brought into unconsciousness and a flashback - a continuation… In slow motion he saw the shrapnel burst from the weapon. He felt sharp edges cut through his protective clothing - he was at such short range who knows the out come of his encounter? Tony saw himself hit the ground with such force he used all his adrenalin to raise his head to see the blood spurt out of his protective vest, before everything span, he felt faint with pain, and the desire to sleep became an unbearable urge, as he saw blackness swarm him…
The shrapnel - still in his subconscious flashback he registered it - The piercing of his skin, the burning of his flesh, the cutting of each layer of tissue as it diced up his chest and headed for his heart, the warm trickling of blood, the pain, the coughs, the confusion, the terror, the- BLACK.
Tony Stark, around 36 or so hours earlier, was to receive an award. As his usual self, however, the 'Genius Billionaire Playboy Philanthropist', was surrounded by young, hot, sexy women as he prepared to rake in more cash down in the casino, dice (or woman) in one hand and scotch in the other. The smiling, seductive, handsome and cocky Tony welcomed Rhodes, his friend, as he approached. Oops - he was supposed to be at that awards ceremony… the award which was placed in his hand (as he let go of one of the women) showed why exactly he should have been there… oh well, as quickly as he was given it by the less than amused Rhodes, he set it down to pick up his dice. 'This one's for Rhodes' He exclaimed, before letting them jump across the table and… oh, ok, Rhodes - not got the best of luck right now have we? As the dice lost Tony a little of his cash. 'Oh well I think we'll be just fine' He said in conclusion, before leaving with James (Jim) Rhodes tailing him, dodging the reporters which followed.
As he tinkered in his lab/Workshop, Miss Potts' even, steady footsteps echoed about the spacious, high-tech room, as her high heeled feet carried her, looking smart and professional as always. Turning down Tony's music as she entered, she looked at her clipboard and went to speak before being cut off by Tony- 'Please don't turn my music down' he said coolly. She paused a second, shook it of before attempting again to get some sense out of him. She knew that attitude meant 'yep, ok I don't really care so stop annoying me, say yes or no to the company people, let me get on and I ain't going nowhere' With this in mind, she quick fired at him some yes or no queries, and not being happy with the results made up her own mind about it. 'now come on, Mr. Stark, your private plane has been awaiting your arrival for three hours!' she said assertively yet not strictly 'isn't that the point of a PRIVATE plane? To have it when you want it?' he retorted, half annoyed at the amount of money going towards a plane that was supposed to wait for him, and half amused at Peppers failing attempts to get rid of him. ''Are you trying to get rid of me?' He added; 'Well, yes, I suppose so,' Pepper said, 'as I have plans' she smirked. 'Plans?! ' Pepper was almost amused at the cock-your-head-on-one-side confused puppy dog expression 'I don't like it when you have plans!' She bowed her head and pouted, teasingly acknowledging this factor, before giving her attempt to knock him flat with a reason as for her plans, and a very legit one at that - 'its my birthday' she said in a (almost seductive and unprofessional) quiet tone. Unexpectedly, his tone softened 'Oh - so soon?' and as a reply to 'same day as last year' from the now slightly smiling Pepper, he decided 'oh - buy something nice from me' before slowly shifting towards the door 'Already have' Pepper said somewhat cheekily in reply.
The plane ride was pretty good, considering Tony was not in he best of books with Rhodes, who had stood awaiting him for three hours. Thankfully, and rather tactfully, Tony had managed to get Rhodes drunk, and relaxed, therefore avoiding a plane journey with a grumpy-guts colonel. Finally they reached their destination - Afghanistan, where Tony was to do (and did) a presentation on the new Jericho missile, made for the military. This went pretty well, but on the way back from the presentation, the car in front exploded, sending glass and metal debris everywhere...
This is where the disorientation started. Tony was jerked into reality, real, reality - with death and ragged, bloodied clothes, as the breaks where slammed on, and all of the young soldiers leapt from the truck. Tony dived down, but was hesitant as he did not know what to do. 'Give me a gun!' he shouted as his heart raced and adrenalin kicked in. The last soldier had left. A flak of bullets made daylight flood the vehicle, and crimson blood splatter the remaining, cracked window pain, as the young soldier was killed. Tony, taken aback, stumbled out of the hum-vee and ran behind a rock, trying to contact Pepper and give Jarvis his location. Then he heard the dull thud of a missile landing next to him… it was his own design. He remembered each process of making it… each beep that it's timer made, caused his heart rate to race - before he found himself restrained, a material bag over his head, which was removed, making his eyes uncomfortable (but no way near as uncomfortable as the rest of his weak body) at the sudden flood of light which was shone into his eyes, in an interogational and threatening way. He looked around with an expression of 'oh crap', 'whaaaat?' and plain pain and shock. He saw that he was being recorded as some foreign script was read out. The unbearably tight bandages he felt round his chest told him that this was 'the outcome of the surgery'… then he blacked out again…
Now here he was - his 'surgery' done, coming round to find himself in a cave. In his black out, he became aware of something…
Didn't Pepper have plans? But what? Why? Oh yeah… oh no, - Its her Birthday! I've gone missing on her birthday! Oh damn it she will be worried sick and this shall surely be the worst birthday of her life! Tony thought before coming to consciousness and forgetting his last thought. However, as those thoughts swam through his battered head, reaching his battered heart, he felt a little sadness and real affection for a woman - for Pepper, and, for practically the first time also - slight guilt, even over this force for which he couldn't control… Pepper… his mind whispered before he jolted awake…
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….Hope that was OK! Please Review and I shall then most probably be encouraged to write another Remember its my first so please be nice!
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- True Shapeshifter