Aliens
As the footage replays on the screen, Tony feels a chill run down his spine. The anniversary of the attack on New York, and everyone is celebrating in their own way. Hail the victorious.
His eyes scan the replay of his lifeless form plummeting towards the ground, Tony can't help but recall what was going through his mind during that moment. Pepper's face, her laugh, her smile.
The loud groan of the Leviathan as it crashes into the ground is heard as a news reporter recaps the events from that day. Tony tilts his head to the side, a few cracks and pops sound off. Rubbing his hands over his face, he takes in a deep breath and shakes off the feeling of dread.
"Damn..." He mutters as he picks up the remote and turns off the screen. It was too much to process then, too much to process now. First they thawed out a man who'd been MIA for over sixty years. Then they were presented with some hard facts. Nord Gods exist. Ok. Myths, legends, not really the fairy tales they once thought.
And then there was the Chitauri. Aliens. Pissed off, warmongering and hell bent on claiming Earth as their own. Everything that made sense was tossed out the window of sanity. What other surprises are left to discover?
"Doesn't matter…" Tony clears his throat as he continues to work on his newest suit. "Bleeding Edge. Sounds good." He sighs. Has it really come to this? Still, he can't help but feel like something else is coming, something far worse. He taps a finger to his chest, his core, his gut, hasn't been wrong yet. Hasn't let him down. "Stupid aliens…" He grunts.
