I'm just going to say, so SO sorry! Please forgive me! I just lost track of this story, started new shows, books, and school projects. I kept trying to find the right motivation for this chapter, and couldn't find it until now. I'm not going to continue, because I just spent three hours straight on this and it's 130 in the morning here. I really hope you guys like this, and remember, review, enjoy, and a reminder that this is indeed the scenes I wrote from Iron Man
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Tony hissed, pulling his hand away from the metal he had been working on only a moment earlier. He sighed, sucking on the burnt finger slightly to cool it. The new medical machines he was working on lately (that would allow doctors to distribute blood from a patient that could be brain dead, to other patients who needed it to stay alive) were not coming together. He had been distracted
Tony had met up with Natasha and Clint a few days earlier for a mission in Peru, and he and Clint had messed with Fury a little, and hadn't been able to focus since. He had noticed a file on Fury's desk labeled "AVENGERS; CLASSIFIED: TOP SECRET".
Naturally he was dying to check it out. But, Fury had to walk in, and Tony had barely made his escape. So now, he was distracted. He gave up on his project with a growl of frustration, and spun in his wheely chair (Riley was right, those are fun…), and his fingers flew across the keyboard.
A few tabs popped up on the edge of the screen, Riley's most recent case won, Jace's remarkable research making a great improvement in the mental health department, and Evan's last procedure making a headline due to the fact that he preformed two heart transplants simultaneously on two patients who were about to cede to their respective illnesses.
Tony smiled slightly at the picture of the four of them in Rome, next to a statue of Nike, goddess of victory, each comically holding up their leg to show off their Nike shoes. He quickly got virtual control of JARVIS' backdoor into SHIELD's servers, and took off into a land of hacking.
Tony could have had Jarvis break in in seconds, but felt like he owed it to the IT department on the helicarrier to give them a one percent chance higher (of the thirty-two percent chance they had before) of pushing him out of their servers.
Tony lost himself like this. The drumming of his fingers against the keyboard, the whirring of the machines behind him, Jarvis and dummy having a small squabble, and Butterfingers was pushing glass around on the floor, attempting to clean it.
His place. In his mind he could imagine he was sitting in the server room of the den. It wasn't Jarvis and dummy arguing, it was Riley and Evan. Jace was the sound of pushing glass, as he moved the glass chess pieces across the board, in an intense game with himself. Almost ten minutes later, Tony sent a troll virus to SHIELD's systems that would cause every piece of tech within a seven mile radius of the originally infected ware to burst into harmless sparks, and scroll "You Lose! Na, na na, na, na!" repeatedly. OH, in bright neon colors that caused temporary blindness.
And Tony found the file. Tony opened it, draining the last of the system of its toughest firewalls, and laughing when he saw was written.
"Nice try, Stark. Paper copy only. Have fun with that" Tony chuckled. Oh, that was good, Fury. But he would find a way.
His stomach growled.
...Right after he got actual food.
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Two and a half days later Tony found the only draft of the Avengers' file. It was written on a Google Docs account, deleted from there, the cloud it was stored on, the copy roped through several layers of firewalls and falsified documents (each a taunting message from Fury), Tony finally found it. Once the other junk was out of the way, breaking the encryption surrounding the digital file was laughably easy.
And laugh Tony did when he saw what was in the file. A list of people, each with their own issues, that they wanted to throw together and they would hopefully work out ok. Tony, Riley, Jace, and Evan were first on the list. Tony snorted. Thankfully Fury hadn't used their own names.
While Tony was a good hacker (one of the top twenty in the world), there were better out there. Three used their powers for good, one for her own gain, and most sold their services out to people for a living.
Safe to say, they would've been busted. And SHIELD would be punished for allowing the identities of four Chasseurs to come out in the open. Tony scanned the rest of potential members.
Waiku Dragon
Ursa Bear
Estra Hyena
Tagoi Panther
Bruce Banner (Hulk)
Tony paused, Bruce Banner was one of his idols. He was dying to meet him. Maybe this wasn't such a bad idea.
Natasha Romanoff (Black Widow)
Clint Barton (Hawkeye)
Peter Parker (Spiderman)
Tony chuckled. He liked the funny kid. His powers were awesome.
Steve Rogers (Captain America)
Tony froze, eyes wide. His mind went back to when his father was beating him, Jarvis had died, and ohgodpleasemakeitstopithurtshelpmeI'msorry.
Tony gasped, pushing away from the desk. He remembered the smiling image of the Star Spangled man on the vintage poster. Of the action figure he invented that walked. Of the nightmares he had, and the nightlight in the shape of a certain shield had kept the monsters at bay.
And then he remembered the drunken insults, hurtful fists, glass cutting into his hands as he hid, his father ranting about how Tony would never be as good as Steve Rogers, as brave as Captain America, and oh, pleasefatherI'msorryI'lltryharderIswear!
Tony stood, breathing hard, and grabbed a bottle of scotch as Jarvis called his siblings. He needed comfort. He needed a reminder that he was good enough, that he was better.
And despite what many people would think a few years in the future, Tony Stark did not hate Captain America, or Steve Rogers. He even grew quite fond of the man. Tony Stark hated the reminder of Howard. Of the pain that usually followed when Steve Rogers was mentioned.
And only three people in the world could ever bring him into his state of being.
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Three days later, Tony was on a plane to some country. He was too distracted to think much about it, because he and Evan had stayed up for the past few nights perfecting the medical machinery.
He was going to demonstrate the new body armor, as well as the newest seditives that would open the prisoners up to suggestion such as telling them anything they want to know.
When he landed, he tried not to look overly hung over. Riley had insisted they go clubbing the night before (she had an addiction). Yeah. Not a good idea to let her talk him into tequila shots. He wasn't even sure where she went, because she wasn't there when he woke up the next morning. Now that he thought about it, Tony had a hazy memory of Riley leaving the club with an adventurous redheaded woman, and wished her luck in his mind with that. He exited the plane, barely paying attention to the welcoming speech the head honcho was giving him.
Finally, it was his turn to go up. He played the video of the machinery in action, and got a volunteer to shoot the target, a dummy they called Bobby. Bobby withstood a round fired from an AK-47 without a scratch. The material used was paper thin. After a generous amount of applause, Tony made his way offstage and into the 'Fun Vee'.
Teasing Rhodey for making fun of him the whole way to Afghanistan, he sent his friend from MIT to the 'Hum Drum Vee'. Oh, how he would regret that…
After some witty banter was thrown around the car, it exploded. Tony hissed as the car in front was thrown clear in the air, the car behind them forced off the road. Tony yanked his seatbelt free and grabbed the kid next to him.
"What are you doing? Stay down, Mr. Stark!" The airwoman yelled from the front seat. Tony kicked open the door.
"Protocall 224692. Defend yourselves and don't worry about the asset in your containment. Let's move!" Tony barked out. The shocked look on each of their faces caused him to repeat the order. That time he got a series of "Yessir"'s back. Tony pulled the kid under the car as bullets flew, grabbing the other two soldiers and forcing them down too. Tony pulled out his gun, checking to see how many rounds he had left.
"Damn! I was at the firing range yesterday! Didn't empty the clip, so I forgot to reload!" He had six rounds left. He snapped one into the chamber.
"Let's move." They obeyed without question. Tony scooted them out, laying cover fire over thier heads. He hit three before he ran out of bullets. The gun clicked as he tried to fire. Tony groaned.
"Go, go, go, go!" He roared, inspiring them to move faster. A bomb landed twenty feet away. Tony froze.
Stark Inc. Oh fuckin-
And then the world went black.
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Tony woke screaming. Shrapnel, in his chest-ohgodohgodplease!"
Pain, so much stopstopstopstopstop plllllleeaaaaassseee!
Tony howled uncontrollably as they cut into his chest. Finally, he passed out.
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Tony woke up sore. He gagged at the feeding tube in his nose, pulling the nasty thing out. At least it was put in properly….
He looked himself over, groaning in pain.
"I wouldn't do that if I were you." Tony jumped, causing a grunt of pain. He must be worse off than he thought. Tony had no idea the man had been sitting there.
And they had a discussion. And soon came in the terrorists, demanding he build them his father's bombs. He tried to convince them that they were his father's work, so he could build them! But they dragged him to a tub of ice water instead.
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Around a week later, Tony was wallowing in his own pity as he played a game with the doctor.
"So, are you going to do anything about this?" Tony glanced up at him before returning his eyes to the board.
"Why should I do anything? They're going to kill me, you, either way. And if they don't, I'll probably die in a week." Tony snorted, tapping the battery in his chest man smirked.
"Well, then, this is a very important week for you, isn't it?" Tony froze, staring at the cave wall when an idea hit him…
Five minutes later he was ordering people around in order to get ready.
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"You know, we might be more productive, if you included me in the planning process." The man drawled. Tony chuckled darkly.
"Ok, we don't need this," He said, throwing the hunk of scrap over his shoulder before pulling out a smaller piece of metal. The man looked closer curiously.
"What is that?"
"Palladium. Point fifteen grams. We need one-point-six, so why don't you start breaking down the other eleven?" And they got to work.
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When Tony finally stuck in the shrunken arc reactor, he finally learned Yinsen's name. A few days later they were playing a game again while the coding upgraded.
"Got a family?" Tony asked, continuing their topic. Yinsen nodded, rolling the dice.
"Yes, and I will see them when I leave here." The doctor looked up at him. "And you, Stark?" Tony couldn't hide his grin.
"Two brothers and a sister." And Yinsen's questioning look, he spoke up again. "I consider them siblings. They might as well be." Yinsen nodded, looking curiously at him.
"So you truly are a man with everything." Tony snorted.
"Trust me. Not everything…" The doctor let the matter drop. Yinsen later recalled the look that Tony held in his eyes when he mentioned them, and a feeling grew in his heart that he couldn't figure out…
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"Yinsen! Stick to the plan!" Tony screamed, silently willing the machine to load faster. It didn't. But it was powerful. He smashed through people, guns, bullets, and explosions.
And Yinsen saved his life. In loss of his. Tony fought back a cry of despair.
"Come on. Get up. You're going to see your family." He urged his friend up. Yinsen smiled weakly.
"My family is dead, Stark. I am going to see them now. It's ok," He patted Tony's armor coated arm.
"I want this. I want this..." Tony swallowed thickly.
"Thank you…. For saving me." Yinsen nodded seriously, pulling weakly on him.
"Don't waste it. Don't waste your life." And the good doctor died. Tony's face darkened. He stood. He turned. He snarled.
"My turn." And destruction reigned.
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One of the happiest moments of his life was when his siblings and Rhodey came rushing out of that helicopter, grabbing him in a massive hug. All of them in tears.
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Three weeks later, Tony flew into the living room where his siblings were waiting to see his 'newest project'. Jace dropped his popcorn, Evan's jaw dropped further than the Grand Canyon is deep, and Riley started evil giggling.
Tony popped up the face mask, smirking. "So? What 'cha think?" And there were evil smiles all around.
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