A.N. So, Iron Man 3 proved to be the winner, getting votes by everybody who participated (3). Thor: TDW got second with 2 votes, and The Wolverine in third with 1. I'll keep it open if anybody else wants to vote who didn't before. This is another short story that came to me, but I feel it resolves some issues between Tony and Rhodey. Enjoy!

The Colonel That Finally Popped

"You are really unbelievable Tony," Rhodey said, while briskly walking down one of Stark's seemingly endless hallways, with Tony right on his heals, trying to keep up. He was crisply dressed in one of his military uniforms, whereas Tony on the other hand was wearing ripped jeans, a white T-shirt smudged with grease all over it and a robe, hurriedly thrown on. He hoped he remembered to put on shoes too.

"Me?" Tony scoffed. "What did I do?" He honestly didn't remember. So many people had said that to him recently that he was loosing track of what he had done to whom. It was very confusing, and a bit unfair he thought. 'Clint does most of this stuff with me, so why do I always get blamed first?' Granted, it was his idea almost every time, but there's no way in hell he'd tell Rhodey that.

Rhodey stopped abruptly, causing Tony – lost in deep thought - to almost crash into him. "You seriously want me to tell you what you did, like I would to a child?"

'Finally, a simple solution to my dilemma. Was that so hard? And why can't everyone who confronts me do this?' "Actually, yes, I would."

"First of all, you took the War Machine suit, without my permission I might add, and used it to play Rock-Em, Sock-Em Robots, destroying the roof of your Tower. And 2 - "

"I'm sorry, but I don't think I need your permission to use my suits for whatever I want to do with them," Tony interjected. He wanted to add that it wasn't Rock-Em Sock-Em Robots, but rather Real Steel that inspired him to do that, but it probably wouldn't have made a difference.

"Your suit?" Rhodey asked incredulously.

"Oh yes, that's right. I seem to remember you stole it from me in the first place, so you seem to think it's yours now." Tony shrugged his shoulders. "Tomato, tomahto."

Rhodey gave him a look. "You're the one who was using it like a giant toy and threatening your guest's lives. I had to intervene."

Tony rolled his eyes. "I was dying and it was going to be –quite possibly- my last birthday party. 'Cuse me for making it fun for people. Anyway, what was the second reason for… whatever it was we were talking about?"

"And then when I came to your St. Patrick's Day party –I was to the only there, in case you forgot that too- you had Clint grab my legs, while you forced head my head back, and poured a 32 ounce bottle of Guinness down my throat. Then you dressed me up like a leprechaun, while I was passed out."

Tony shrugged. "That's your fault, *cough*lightweight*cough*. Nobody told you to swallow it."

"You were plugging my nose, pretty much preventing me from doing anything else."

Tony laughed, remembering that night. 'Oh yeah, I actually forgot I did that.' That was pretty funny…to him at least.

Rhodey wasn't the least bit amused.

"Oh lighten up. When did you become such a stiff in a suit?"

"When you decided to take away the Department of Defense's War Machine suit and deweaponized it," Rhodey shot back.

"Well, I guess you have a short-term memory too then, since you obviously forgot that I gave you an new, improved suit, specifically built for you I might add," Tony interjected.

Rhodey opened his mouth to respond, but stopped. Tony did make a good point.

The two just stood there awhile, neither sure what else to say.

Tony finally spoke up. "So…we cool?" he asked sincerely.

Rhodey thought about it. "Yeah, we are. Honestly."

Tony nodded. "All right then." The two shook hands then patted each other on the shoulder.

"You wanna come to the Tower and get plastered later tonight, by choice this time?"

"…Why the hell not?"

The next day Rhodey woke up, feeling like he was trampled by an elephant the night before. Upon sitting up and glancing around, he noticed he was in front of a destroyed Roxxon gas station, with Tony not so far away, still holding onto the empty gas carton in one hand. Rhodey groaned before looking in his hand and noticed he was holding a Stark Industries lighter in his…holy crap, the lighter was in his hand! He sighed, with the first words he thought of being "It seemed like a good idea at the time." Yeah, that would hold up real well in court.