Ötlet Szám Tíz

(Hungarian)

Yinsen Survives

Everyone who's watched Iron man, knows about Ho Yinsen.

And, everyone knows how he died…

But, what if he didn't?

Now, I'm going to tell you my idea of what might've happened (do with it what you want, or make up your own):

Iron man-no-Tony Stark didn't take no for an answer. Especially if it meant losing not only a friend, but the very man who saved his life.

And so, pushing all arguments aside, he gently lifted Yinsen, and put him down near the entrance of the cave. Standing protectively in front of Yinsen, Iron man deflected the bullets, and then shortly after, burnt the assaulters to a crisp.

Turning around ever the slightest, he picked up Yinsen and continued to hold him protectively (and gently) in his temporarily-robotic-arms.

With pleasure, he started up the missiles/rockets he had implanted in his boots, he flew into air, and far away from the camp/cave/village.

Now, flying above a practical desert wasteland, the missiles/rockets gave out, and he, together with Yinsen, plummeted down to the Earth.

Just before they crash-landed, however, Tony Stark mustered up all the strength he could,and used it to fling his extra passenger as far as he could away from the plummeting death trap that was himself.

Soon after he crash-landed, he managed to pull himself out of the armor, and over to the now unconscious Yinsen.

Days later, the two could be found endlessly wandering the dessert, Yinsen's arm slung around Tony, and visa-versa, to help keep them balanced.

It wasn't long before they were discovered by a military helicopter, containing the one and only, Colonel Rhodes.

"Hey!"

Tony's voice would have been hoarse, had he not been chatting with Yinsen for the past few days-something they both did to keep their mind off their injuries, as well as what had transpired those three months.

"How was the 'fun-vee'? Next time, you ride with me, okay?"

"Hey, Tony, who's your friend?"

"Him?" Stark pointed at Yinsen.

"Who else?" Rhodes deadpanned.

"This is Yinsen—he saved my life."

Rhodes looked surprised. "Really?"

"Yup."

"Excuse me?" asked Yinsen.

"What's up, Yinsen?"

"When will I be dropped off back at the village?"

Stark's and Rhode's eyes widened.

"What?!" demanded Stark.

"Well, I-"

"NO. Just, no. You're staying. With me. Literally. You're living with me."

"WHAT? No, I couldn't-"

"No butts. It's the least I can do. I mean, you saved my life."

"They told me to!"

"But you would have anyway!"

Throughout this whole conversation, Rhodes was just looking back and forth between the two, hopelessly confused, and trying to make sense of what they were saying, picking up what he could.

"How do you know that?!"

"Because I know you!"

"We've only known each other three months!"

"Yeah, well, in those circumstances, you tend to get to know people pretty well!"

"B-"

"No butts. Saved my life or not, you're cool and you're probably the only person I know—and like—that can actually understand what I'm saying when I start talking all science-y! Even if you hadn't saved my life, I would have still invited you to live with me! The fact that you saved my life is just a bonus!"

"Ugh! Fine! But on one condition! No one but you and your military friend know I exist!"

"Tony…" started Rhodey.

"SHIT! I forgot you were there Platypus!"

"Are you sure about this, Tony?"

"Yinsen?"

"Those are my conditions." stated Yinsen.

"Fine. Then it's settled then."

Blah, blah, blah, I'm tired of writing so I'll stop now. Basically stuff happens—not too much because this is just setting it up—the real story starts when the Avengers are already in action—when Director Fury decides the Avengers are going to live at Stark Towers with Tony—where Tony just so happens to be housing his secret guest—Yinsen! Who, if you recall, is supposed to be a secret. But what happens when the Avengers move in? What will Tony and Yinsen do? You tell me!

BONUS: I also had this awesome idea:

"Hey, Yin!"

"Yin?"

"Yeah! If you shorten Yinsen, you get Yin!"

"Hm…"

"Hey, hey! I just got the BEST idea EVER!"

"What?"

"Since you're Yin, I could be Yang! You know, cause we sorta balance each other out and are also kind of opposites and all that! Yeah! It's perfect!"

"S-"

"Alright, from now on I officially ban you from ever calling me either Tony, or Stark, or anything that isn't Yang ever again! FORBIDDEN!"

"O-kay…"

"And I'll call you Yin!"

"Sure. Have fun with that."

"I'm serious! This'll, like, be our thing!"

"Great."

"GREAT!"

'Till next time!

Ja ne!