A.N: So here you go guys, an update. Sorry took you so long. I went half blind (LOL, Nick Fury!) no I'm not kidding I seriously was blind and I don't really know how I should continue the next chapter. So yeah. Mm, I watched some videos about the Iron Man screen test, but I can only find RDJ's so yeah, sorry about that. The doctor said I need to rest more and stuff but I just couldn't, so yeah.

ashleykhl: you bet!

geiz: that's my secret. ;) Really? Have I told you that I love you? :D I seriously dunno what the hell did I write. LOL.

CatchingSparks: This is Tony we're talking about. He won't use his brain unless it's necessary. Which is like VERY RARE. Here's the update by the way! :D

nessa11997: I LOOOVVEEEE MEEE TOOO.

Post U Later: That will seriously take a long time, not really. But we'll see later on! Pepper is such a bad ass! I LOVE EMH Pepper, she was all like, "by the power vested in me" and stuff and she won't hesitate to just kick her boss' ass! :D

Firefighter Capsicle: Aww, no you're not honey... :(

DISCLAIMER: I DO NOT OWN AVENGERS IN ANY KIND OF WAY. Except the plot. Yeah. This plot is mine.

Tony stared at the piece of paper in his hands. What the actual fuck? These guys didn't even make scripts for the Iron Man movie. How the—Oh. Everything clicked. They wanted to see how much of a Stark they can be. Tony smirked (hidden by the paper in his hands) 'this thing might just end up awesome'.

Tony looked up when he heard the audition door shifted, Tom Cruise walked out of the said room, a sigh escaped his lips. "Well that was hard," he muttered before he went out and leave the building. "Robert Downey Jr." one of the casts called, Tony stood up from his seat and entered the room for the audition.

The room was dark. He was supposed to play in front of the director, producer and several writers in front of a camera and some set with only a black paper as its background. Tony lifted one of his eyebrows as he eyed the background. 'Just black? Surely red and gold would suit the situation better,' he thought to himself.

He put the paper for the audition into one of his pockets before he looked at the judges and watchers of the audition. "Ready?" asked one of the guys—'Jon Favreau,' Tony reminded himself. Tony nodded, "sure," he said. Suddenly the camera was on, its red lights flashing, white blinding lights were aimed at him as a black haired woman wearing a black suit walked towards him. She held out a microphone at Tony before she started talking, "Christine Everhart, Vanity Fair Magazine, can I ask you a couple of questions?" Tony only entered his left hand into his pocket before he said "yeah, go."

"You've been called the da Vinci of our time. What do you say to that?" Tony only rolled his eyes before answering, "Absolutely ridiculous, I don't paint," She nodded before she spoke up again. "And what do you say to your other nickname? 'The Merchant of Death'?" Tony frowned before he looked at the black haired woman with a serious look on his face. Small amount of anger and hatred started building up inside of him when he remembered his moments before his capture in Afghanistan. How he regretted making those weapons. He swallowed the anger away as old memories started playing in his head, "Well, Ms. Brown. It's an imperfect world, but it's the only one we've got. I guarantee you, the day weapons are no longer needed, I'll start making bricks and beams for baby hospitals," he answered. 'Oh shit, that weren't supposed to come out. No body knew that line, Christine didn't write that in her article,' he shouted at himself.

The woman seems to be interested at his reply, she then looked up at him with eyes filled with curiosity, "I want a serious answer Mr. Stark," she demanded. Tony gave a small sigh before he answered the woman. "Okay, here's a serious. My old man had a philosophy, 'peace means having a bigger stick than the other guy'. My father helped defeat the Nazis, he worked on the Manhattan Project. A lot of people, including your professors would call that being a hero,"

"Cut!" said Jon. Tony looked up at him, a bit dazed; he didn't mean for all that to come out. "Good work Robert, we'll inform you within several days," said Jon, Tony only nodded, flashed off a smirk before he left the building with one thing on his mind, 'Holy shit, I fucked that up,'

"Hell of a sunset," commented Tony as he stood next to Michelle. She only smiled, not looking at him as she replied him, "LA's nicer. It's the pollution. Smog causes atmospheric diffusion of light," a pause, "was he awake?"

Tony rubbed his nose, "Yeah. He was awake," "Did he say anything interesting?" Tony shook his head, "No. Nothing." She looked a him before she gave a nod and chewed on her lower lip, "I only wish she could give me a… a SIGN, just… some way to let me know," she looked away from Tony, "… that she forgives me,"

At that moment, there is a sputter, a flicker! All the streetlights came on and Michelle blinks, stares and Tony laughed. He drew a deep breath of crisp winter air. Feeling alive and young, as the day he was born.

"Cut!" shouted Shane and Michelle and Tony gave a loud sigh before started laughing like teenage girls or something like that. "That's the end for the scene taking folks, thanks for all the hard work!" Shane shouted and everyone just laughed and chuckled and looked at one another with a bright smile on their faces.

Tony smiled when he saw people walking towards him saying small stuffs like "you need a haircut" or throwing some meaningless insult like "you and Mark should go gay" or just saying nice stuffs like "thanks for all the hard work". Tony always likes the end of scene taking. It's fun, it's not chaotic unlike battle stations. Maybe one day he could just fill his days with only acting as his occupation, no more fighting bad guys and stuff.

Then again… Nah. Peace and tranquility wasn't his style. Loud bangs and explosive were. At the end of the day, Tony packed his stuffs, threw it to his car before he said a small farewell to Mark and Michelle and promised that he will come to their meet up place.

Tony changed his clothes in the car, changing his plain white t-shirt to his Black Sabbath before he entered the Stark tower. He walked right into Clint's prank, took the Widow's Bite from the Black Widow (he promised that he will modify it to her a few months ago), grab a cup of coffee and had a little chat with the goody two shoes American boy and the bulky Norse God before he went down to Bruce and his lab.

"Brucie!" shouted Tony as he glomped his friend, pulling them backwards and fell on the cold floor. "Damn it Tony, I was working," muttered Bruce, but the smile on his face blew him away. "Let's do some science, hmm?" said Tony before they chuckled.

"I guess we're going to do some flying explosives and colorful science then?" Tony nodded, "You bet'cha Brucie boy," Bruce stood up from his lying position before he eyed Tony. "Get up Tony, we're going to do some science," Tony chuckled, "Carry me?" Bruce sighed, "You wish," Tony pouted before he stood up and hugged Bruce as they walked their way towards the elevator with Tony singing "we're going to science~" all the way.

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