I feel like I've just made a record with updating. At least with how you look at how I've been updating these days...But I've been trying to catch up at least. :) Sometimes I forget how easy it is to write this story. It just flows sometimes at it feels so nice to have a story that just flows like that.
Disclaimer: IMAA doesn't belong to me. Nope.
This time around, Happy didn't take so long to make his decision. Maybe that had something to do with having his decision made for him, but that wasn't the point. The real point was, was that he was currently heading out to do his next mission in the elevator.
Sadly, for this one he didn't have the proper supplies he had wished he had. He had asked for some extra time to go to the costume store that he promised was just down the street, but apparently they were short on time. But really that was code for Tony was getting really annoyed with waiting. So, with much hesitation, Happy left not-so-happily to do his thing at the elevator.
Surely someone would recognize what he was trying to do.
He stepped in the elevator with short steps. A woman and what looked like her sister was already in the elevator with dry towels hanging over their shoulders. Happy pouted. There was no way these two women were going to understand. He shrugged anyways and rolled his shoulders.
He suddenly sprung around in a tight circle and pressed his two innermost fingers to his palm, aiming towards the ceiling of the elevator, all while making "psh" noises with his lips. He did that a few times over, to see if he got any sort of reaction, to find the women minding their own business as if this was another day in the elevator.
Giving up on that attempt, he waited for some more worth people to enter the elevator and see his wonderful performance as the web-slinging hero. Fortunately for him, his wait wasn't long. Not long later, he got his share of children with their busy looking mom who was digging in her purse. He waited until the doors closed before making his move.
He suddenly spread his fingers out wide, held his arms out, and ran straight into the wall with a thud! He shook his head slightly. "Whoops," he said, before jumping at the wall this time, only to fall over onto his back, sending the elevator into a short round of bounces.
This time, he got the reaction he was hoping for. The children burst out laughing and pointing their fingers. Happy tried not to give them any attention, when he used his leg muscles to sit himself upright into a crouch. He stood up and spun, making more 'psh' sounds as he pretended to shoot invisible webs.
"Mom," one of the little boys cheered, pulling on his mom's sleeve, "it's Spiderman! He must have forgotten his suit!"
Happy held at his face, with a look of shock on his face and turned to the boy. "Wait, am I really not wearing my suit?"
One of the other boys laughed and nodded. "No, you're wearing the wrong clothes!"
The elevator doors opened and he rushed out. "Sorry, I got to go get my suit!"
He could hear the boys complaining to the woman as he left. He smiled and fist bumped. "Success!"
"Pretended to be Spiderman."
Done.
…
"You have to admit, Stark," Happy said, puffing his chest out proudly, "I am the MAN!"
Tony rolled his eyes and scooted himself off of the bed he had situated himself in since his last go at the elevator. It hadn't been that long, but Happy hadn't exactly given him his proper sleep, even if his usual sleep meant sleeping in until noon, if not later. "That was pretty good, you made those kids happy."
"Those first two women, had NO clue what real acting was!" Happy announced, jumping onto the bed Tony just vacated. "If my basketball career doesn't take, I bet I'll be the next best actor!"
Pepper gave him a pat on the shoulder. "As long as you're happy, go for it."
"Right," Happy said, holding his fist out to Pepper, who laughed as she bumped her own fist into it. "Now!" he suddenly burst out shouting. "TONY'S TURN!"
Happy proceeded to push Tony out the door without even asking if Tony was ready. Tony sighed, accepting that he'd have to deal with it, glad that he decided to plan ahead and choose the moment Happy had left.
He strolled his way, hoping to find no trouble this time around, to the elevator where he had prepared himself for the worst. With almost any of these ideas Happy had written down, anything could go wrong. And he didn't want everything to go wrong on him.
He stepped into a somewhat crowded elevator. He gave a quick scan around the small area, giving a nod to a man who seemed to be around Roberta's age, if not younger, before pressing a random floor to go to. He made sure it was far down from where their room resided on and hoped for the best as he placed a curious hand on his chin.
He did his best to play stupid and innocent as he leaned to watch the buttons of the elevator very closely. "I wonder what all these do…" As soon as he finished his sentence, he pressed each red button he could find on the elevator.
Without a warning, the elevator came to an abrupt stop while sending off almost deafening alarms. He somewhat feared that the water sprinklers were going to go off—not wanting to get wet at that moment—but was relieved when the stopping of the elevator and alarms were all that happened.
Many groans of complaints followed, many cursing about the stupid teenagers these days. Tony was just lucky that not a single one of them recognized him as the famous son of Howard Stark. If they had, things could have gone wrong real fast.
"Are you serious? I have a meeting in ten minutes!"
"My kid is at the pool!"
"Are you that dumb?"
Tony tried to stay in character and attempted to shrink himself to the size of a bean in embarrassment. "Sorry, I only wanted to see what they did…"
At least it wasn't just an elevator full of angry adults. A kid, who couldn't be older than ten, walked up next to him and slowly nodded his head in what appeared to be content. "Cool," he simply said, offering Tony a high-five.
Tony winked at the boy and high-fived him. "I know, right?"
The adults stared at him as if he was an invading alien or foreign object. The entire time they waited for the elevator to return to working order, too."
Say "I wonder what all these do?" and push all the red buttons.
Done.
…
Tony returned to the room to find Pepper rolling on the ground, just about dying of laughter. Rhodey was shaking his head, his shoulders quaking with his own laughter, while Happy…well Happy was waiting behind the door to ambush him in a bone-crushing congratulatory hug.
Tony let out his verbal string of complaints to Happy, until the muscular teen finally let go. Tony silently took a seat on one of the beds and sighed in relief. It had been a longer wait than expected for help to come. It was rather irritating, having to wait there beside a bunch of angry, impatient adults. The one kid that was there, though, he seemed quite amused with Tony's little stunt. He just hoped that he had just become a bad influence for that boy…
"So, did they ban you from the elevator?" Rhodey questioned, popping a chip into his mouth.
Tony received quite the long talk from of the workers about misconduct and immaturity with his actions in the elevator. Having the resources they had, the duo plus Happy were able to hear the conversation for the most part. Meaning, when the conversation reached its important part, Happy decided to turn on the TV so it was practically earsplitting. So, it's safe to say that they hadn't gotten to hear the verdict of Tony's actions.
Tony shook his head. "No, but only because I was able to convince them that I was honestly just curious." He paused. "For a second there, I thought one of them recognized me."
"Enough of this," Happy complained, already having enough of their conversation. He wanted more elevator action. "Pepper's turn!"
Much like Tony, Pepper was pushed out of the room, also fortunate that she had already chosen her task for this time around way beforehand. And this time, she was planning to go all out. Maybe it had something to do with Tony almost getting banned from the elevator only minutes before, maybe it didn't. But if this was going to be her last—true or not—she was going to make sure it was her best. Hopefully.
For her "best" to work, she decided that the best place to start was the top. So, she worked her way up the stairs, earning a burn in her legs, until she reached the top floor. She smiled proudly and mischievously as she stepped into the elevator, which was luckily filled with a whole family and then some, adding up to a total of seven people, including herself.
She pressed a random floor, closer to the bottom, and waited for everyone to be situated as the doors closed.
The instant they started descending, Pepper's clung to the bars on the side as if her life depended on it. "OH MY GOD!" she began screaming, "We're all gonna die! This is it! This is it! It's over! IT'S OVER!"
Of the six other people that were one the elevator, three of them were adults. Two of them, Pepper swore, looked like they were just about faint out of fright at the sudden loud noise.
The elevator stopped about three floors down and Pepper stopped her screaming and started breathing out loud, long breaths of relief. The three of the adults exited, and a teen couple entered in their place. The mom of the family, who remained, looked concerned and about ready to head towards Pepper, when the elevator started its descent once more.
"NO!" Pepper screeched, hanging on to the bars to the point where her knuckles were white. "I DON'T WANT TO DIE! I'M NOT READY!" she could almost feel fake tears pooling up at the corners of her eyes. She was actually kind of proud of this fact. "We're all going to die! It's the end!"
"Sweetie, it's alright," the mother tried to comfort her, while the couple stared at her with a mixture of annoyance and disturbance.
"NO! It is absolutely NOT alright!" Pepper protested loudly, just as the elevator came to a stop. "Oh," she paused, giving another sigh of relief. "Now it's alright."
"You should take the stairs, sweetie," the woman offered, lending a comforting hand on her shoulder.
Pepper shook her head. "No, no. I'll be fine. It's not like I'm going to die or anything," Pepper let out a light laugh, pretending to be a little out of breath, just as the elevator continued moving downwards after the couple had left and one older man entered. "NEVERMIND! We're dead! AHHHHHHHHH!"
"No, we're just going to the ground level," the woman assured her, "We have only a few more floors to go. Just calm down."
"Mommy, is this girl going to die?" the mother's child, no older than five, asked.
"No, honey, she's just scared of the elevator," the mother promised of her daughter. "She'll be just fine."
"LIES!" Pepper shouted, practically hanging off the bars now. "I will certainly NOT be alright!"
"Will you just shut up!" the older man, whom entered a mere few floors from here on their last stop, snapped. "It's just a darned elevator!"
The elevator came to its final destination at ground level, much to the relief of that older man, and the apparent relief for Pepper, who collapsed on the floor with an exhausted, relieved sigh.
"Your stops here," the woman informed Pepper, "do you need help off?"
Pepper smiled. "Nah, I'll just…" she paused as she slowly dragged herself to her knees and crawled her way out the door next to the little girl, "crawl to the safety of land on my own…"
"Whoo," the little girl cheered her on as she slowly made it out of the elevator, much to the annoyance of others. "Live, girl! Live!"
Every time the elevator goes down, loudly scream "OH MY GOD! We're all gonna die! This is it! This is it! It's over! IT'S OVER!" Look relieved when it stops moving. When you begin to drop again, repeat.
Done.
…
Since that had been so much fun, Pepper had to try it at least once more. The second time around, instead of getting a concerned mother to comfort her, she got a panicky woman, who had to be in her late thirties, panicking with her. At some point, they were even clinging onto each other each time the elevator went down, while others tried shouting at them to shut up, much like that older man had. But other than that one woman, no one else dared to comfort them.
Pepper was heading back to the room, proud and content with her success, she made an unpleasant discovery. Just a few doors away from theirs, emerged her. It, as she would rather say. It, had her brunette hair done up extra curly and was back in her highly revealing, barely there swim-suit that she despised so much.
She was quickly approaching Pepper, not meeting her eye. Pepper did her best to ignore the teen, when suddenly she veered to the exact door Pepper was approaching. Pepper narrowed her eyes as the brunette raised her skinny, almost boney-like arm to knock on their door.
Pepper wasn't about to let that happen. She loudly cleared her throat. "Excuse me? What do you think you are doing?"
Much to Pepper's amusement, the girl just about twisted her ankle in those ridiculously high, high heels. Pepper didn't understand why the teen just had to wear ankle-breaking high heels while she was in a swimming suit. The girl turned to face her, her brunette curls bouncing heavily against her pale shoulders.
"I'm just meeting a friend," she lied, twirling her fingers in her hair.
"In my room? I don't think so," Pepper stated, making it clear that the girl was no longer welcome. Not that she was welcome in the first place.
The girl narrowed her eyes. "I'm sorry, you must be confused, this is my boyfriend's room, and he's waiting for me. So, I better get going."
She went to knock on the door, but Pepper wasn't having it. She stomped forward, accidentally on the toes of the brunette, and used what she learned from her dad to twist the teen's arm behind her back and slammed her against the door. "No, it's you who doesn't understand. That boy in there, is mine. He's my boyfriend. Not yours. And I'll have you know that my dad is part of the FBI, and I'll have arrested right here, right now. Got that?"
There was a hint of terror in the brunette's eyes as Pepper let go of her roughly. The girl nodded, her curls bobbing vigorously as she nodded. "Yeah, okay. He's all yours. I'm sorry. I'll be on my way now."
"Hey, wait," Pepper called before the girl could escape into her room. Pepper dug her hand into her pocket and pulled out the item she's been waiting to use all day. She loosened the cap until it popped off and liquid butter was poured over the girls head, giving Pepper her sweet justice. "Now, you can go."
Pepper took great amusement watching the brunette run back to her room screaming and whining about her hair and other things.
She tossed the now empty bottle of spray on butter as she entered the room of her three friends. "So, who's next?" she smiled sweetly, her hands on her hips.
Tony was the first to rush up to her. "Pepper, that was amazing! Holy cow, I do NOT want to be on your bad side…You are absolutely terrifying, but amazing at the same time!" he lifted her up into his arms in a giant bear hug, which squeezed all the air from her lungs. "And the elevator! Jeez, that was incredible!"
"Hey, save some for us, Tony," Rhodey joked, as Tony set Pepper back onto her feet.
Happy stood back in what appeared to be awe and terror and amazement mixed into one. "Wow, Potts, I didn't think you had it in you…"
"What?" Pepper asked, crossing her arms. "To defend my place as Tony freaking Stark's girlfriend? Well, I'm not let anyone steal my place."
"You're just…" Happy paused, looking for the right words, "so scary!"
"Don't you think you took it a little far, shoving her against a door?" Tony asked.
"No," Pepper shook her head. "Not at all. Actually, I should have went harder on her."
Tony sighed, giving up. "Alright, Rhodey, you're up."
"Okay, man, but I don't think I can beat that," Rhodey confessed, heading out of the room.
…
Rhodey, knowing that what came before him can never be out done with what he had in store, had basically given up on trying. Or at least that's what he would have liked to do, saying that he wasn't much of an actor, and what he had planned, needed as much acting skill as he could muster up. Hopefully drama class had taught him something.
"Here goes," he muttered to himself as a little pep talk. He stepped into the elevator in one stride.
There was three teens in the room beside himself. Most of them looked his age or younger. He shrugged, at least he wasn't going to have to work too hard on convincing a business man or someone like that.
He made sure to make some small talk with the three, trying to make quick friends before his time was up, which was coming to an end awfully quicker than he would have hoped.
There was about one floor left to go before the group reached their destination. He suddenly made himself slouch down depressingly with a sad sigh. "I wish you didn't have to go," he went for a sob, but he was pretty sure it came out like a choking noise.
"Are you alright?" The one girl of the group questioned, not sounding all that concerned.
He nodded, sniffing in through his nose. "Yeah, I will be. Just…Just that," he stopped, pretending to wipe tears from his eyes. "I'm going to miss you all so much! I'll never forget you!"
He was positive now that whatever sound that was coming out of him, sounded much like a dying whale. Or at least like something was dying. He sure wished he had Pepper's talent for fake-crying right now. She was awfully good at getting Tony or himself to do something for her just by building up some fake tears.
Just before the doors of the elevator opened, he flung his arms out as best he could around the three. "Come here, I need a hug!"
He wasn't sure if they were just uncomfortable or freaked out at this point, but he was too busy trying to keep his failing cover. Dying whale noises or not, maybe they believed that was just his way of crying.
It didn't take them long to shove their way out of his arms and rush out of the elevator, leaving him all alone. "Yeah," he said to himself, "you suck at this, Rhodey."
As you are coming to the end of the journey, get emotional and have a group hug. Tell them that you will never forget them.
Done.
The whole scene with Pepper and the scene after with Pepper and the girl was just so much fun to write! I love it! Except I can never find something good for Rhodey...It seems he's always stuck with the boring ones...and I think the Spider-man idea came from one of you guys actually.
Fun Fact: I love sherbet. It is amazing and like heaven for me! Except it used to give me killer stomachaches because my dad liked to tell me that it didn't have any dairy in it when I was an impressionable young girl. That stink.
Well, I have good news and bad news. Good news, I'm once again working to battle my fear of public speaking. Like the idiot I am...Bad news, since I've joined speech once more, I'll be busier than ever again. But hopefully it won't interfere with anything that bad. Just as a forewarning. :)
Hugs and Love, SilverPedals! :D And be warned, next few (couple even) chapters are likely to be the end. And no, I won't be doing every single one that was one that list. Sorry. Have a great day!