Since some reviewers gave me the idea of continuing this one-shot, I figured I'd give it a try and make it a collection of stories from Tony Stark's POV. Thing is, I've never really written him much further than the five sentences of the last chapter, so some concrit would be appreciated. Anyways, this takes place a handful of months after the first chapter (sorry it's short though), and I'd love to know what you think of me continuing this!
Tony Stark had been a good boy. Ever since the whole Extremis incident thing, he'd been laying pretty low (well, as low as possible considering he was in Avengers Tower, the tallest building in all of New York, designed by yours truly) and doing, more or less, the right thing. Not telling terrorists his home address or getting ten year old kids involved in international problems and, not to mention, giving Cap and his pal, Terminator, a place to stay. So, come on, didn't he deserve something for all that? Sure, he didn't need the Nobel Peace Prize – though why the Avengers hadn't won that after the Loki/alien/ Battle of New York fiasco was beyond him – but some kind of recognition would be nice. Because being cooped up in the Tower was getting kind of old, even if he did have his suits, and JARVIS, and leaked S.H.I.E.L.D. info which was, on a separate note, a bit like Christmas come super early.
No, what he really wanted was something to get his hands on, a new distraction, one he hadn't already solved (and not because he had PTSD, because he didn't). Like… like…
Oh, now there was a worthy project. Only problem? A couple hundred pounds of World War 2 era super soldier refusing to let the billionaire take a look at his friend's brilliant arm.
"Aw, Cap, come on! Why not?"
"The answer's already no, Stark." Stubborn old geezer.
"You do get that's not a reason, right? And, seriously, you guys've been here, what, like five months? Got a feeling Tin Man's arm needs a tune-up by now."
The cogs were clearly turning in Cap's head, and Tony knew it was only a matter of time. After all, who could ever refuse him? "You got any idea how it works?"
"Hey. Genius here, remember?"
So, at the end of the day, he had to call it a success. No major injuries (because, really, he'd dealt with worse), and he got to learn quite a number about bionics. Yeah, it did in fact piss him off more than he'd ever admit (good thing he never dabbled in gamma radiation); he was nowhere near this kind of stuff!
Well, that was about to change. Hydra could suck it.