Thanks for reading; you guys have given he support I never had. BTW- All of the children I'm writing about are based off of someone that I now, most likely one of my many younger cousins. Don't know if you wanted to know that, just thought I'd throw that in there. This chapter is dedicated to those injured or killed in the James Holmes shooting.
Disclaimer- Marvel owns the awesomeness called the Avengers.
Chapter 3- Tony
Tony, smelling burnt, walked into his room, a glass of scotch in hand. Today he and Bruce had spent all day in the lab, accidentally- on- purpose blowing things up. He liked Bruce; he could actually talk to him normally without feeling stupid. Banner was a pure genius. Sure, Tony called himself one, but Bruce outdid him by a mile. Bruce acted like he didn't, though, by using that calm, shy, and awkwardness all at once that made Bruce, well, Bruce. What most people didn't know was that Tony's inflated ego was not only him, but also a disguise to hide his insecurities behind. Bruce already knew that though. God, Banner could know almost everything about a person my glancing at them, while no one knew anything about Bruce no matter how long they knew him.
Tony downed the rest of his scotch, then, forgetting why he was in his room in the first place, headed down to Pepper's office. He stood outside her glass door, watching her on the phone. She was so beautiful, even when she was on the phone with whomever.
How did I end up so lucky? Tony thought, then, fixing his hair, walked through the door. He sat in the chair in front of her desk, and after a couple of minutes, she hung up the phone. Remembering this situation happening not to long ago, Pepper decided to talk first.
"Tony, if you are here to tell me you are slowly dying, I will kill you before you get the chance."
"What, no. I am bored. Like, mega bored. And maybe a tiny bit drunk, just a little bit. So, um, yeah."
"Well, that's perfect, because you have a letter to read. More fan mail. So go up to your room, sit on your bed, and read this, because I'm a bit busy trying to run my twelve percent of the company." She handed him an envelope, and shooed him away.
"You're never going to let that one go are you?" Tony asked walking out the door.
"Nope, never."
Tony took the elevator to his room, and sat on the bed, envelope in hand. Tony had gotten way too much fan mail after saving the world from teenage girls wanting to marry him.
If this is from some little person trying to marry me, I am going to blow.
He opened the letter, and pulled out two papers. One had a very intricate sketch of Ironman on it, the other writing.
Dear Ironman,
My name is Zack. I am eight and live in Colorado. Recently there was a shooting here, and people were killed. I was shot in the back. The doctors said it was the bottom of my spine. It hurts. The weird thing is, I can't feel my legs. I can't feel anything under my waist. Dad says I might never walk again. I have to be in a wheelchair; it stinks. I have to go through a lot of operations and needles and knives and yucky medicine. I am brave though, because I remember you. I am brave because you probably had to go through a lot of operations and needles and knives and yucky medicine when you got your Arc Reactor. You probably went through more than I did. Through your pain, you changed the world of science and medicine. So maybe if I stay brave like you, someday I can change the world.
I watched you when you and the other Avengers saved New York. It was sooo cool. I loved the way you used the repulser beams. You saved the world! I wish I could save the world. Maybe someday I can make a suit like yours so that if I can't walk, I could fly. That would be cool. The picture is a drawing of the ironman suit you wore when saving the world. I hope I captured it right. My dad says I have a talent for art. You know, my whole hospital room is covered with posters of you. In school, we have to make a poster and projct on someone we admire, and I'm going to make mine on you. I hope you don't mind. Even though the world calls you arrogant, you will always be my hero. You are a hero, and are worth more than most people think. Goodness, you can go save New York with a split second heads-up, who else can do that? Maybe if you meet James Homles, you can tell him what I think of him. I would write more, but I have to go to the operation room now. Thank you for proving the world wrong about you, and for saving it. The doctors are calling me now. Wish me luck.
Thanks, Zack Derall
Tony was crying. Not sobbing, but he was drunk enough to let tears slip down his face. He could only remember how terrible his operation with the Arc Reactor and the car battery was, in the middle of a cave.
"JARVIS, lock the door and turn off the lights. Only allow Bruce or Pep in, no one else."
"Of course sir." The British AI replied, following the commands.
Tony collapsed in bed.
"Oh, and JARVIS?"
"Sir?"
"Find Zach Derall in Colorado. Find out which hospital and room he's in. Tomorrow, cancel all meetings; we're going to Colorado. Call the hospital and tell them Tony Stark wants to visit Zach, and to cancel all his operations for that day unless fatal. In fact, call them now."
"Certainly."
Tony fell asleep then and there, dreaming of Colorado, and a smiling kid in a wheelchair.
Sorry if this was angsty and stuff, but I couldn't help it. For everyone in that theater that terrible night. Please review!