Never confuse a single defeat with a final defeat.

[osreborn]

WHO: Norman Osborn, Tony Stark, and later Victoria Hand & Betty Ross.
WHERE: In the sky! and then the street. And also in some office building.
WHEN: Tuesday, Dec. 15th, around 5 PM.
WARNINGS: Violence.
SUMMARY: Norman can't talk his way out of this one as the world gets turned upside down and no joke...someone dies. For reelz!!
FORMAT: Para to

Comments

[liverletdie]

Wind rushed, sensors pinged, and Tony stark was flying high above the city, as he'd been doing for the past hour or so. He'd gotten fed up with the latest line of reports coming into his office, and he'd finally just played hooky, pulling one piece of clothing off at a time, underarmor already crawling up his back, down his arms, and over his head. The suit flung itself from it's hiding place, and then it was on, and he flew out his window, making his way up silently, before he jettisoned himself out into the cool air.

He didn't feel it, not really, but he knew it was from his sensors, and he knew his armor was cold. Vicariously, he was cold, being linked to the armor in the way that he was. He didn't know why he was focusing on the cold, and had been for the past hour, but something nagged at him.

Then his sensors pinged into his field of vision. One person to watch for walking down the street, another making their way to get groceries. One in particular was heading into the city

[osreborn]

Of all the days for no disasters to be tearing up downtown (or midtown, or uptown, or anywhere). Norman circled calmly-just routinely patrolling-
but the flaring at the back of his brain ignited hungrily, ordering him into action. He sped up, rockets flaring from his boots in a violent burst of heat and speed as he took off towards another part of town.

Beep. Norman's sensor alerted him of a presence near-by. He arched an eyebrow, and commanded his armor to analyze it. His mouth stretched into a grin when it provided him with a familiar name.

How convenient.

He knew meeting Stark in the sky wouldn't end up the way it had last time-Norman had improved on his armor since that fight, and he was in rational mind this time around. No harm in having fun: so he tipped Iron Man a wave as he flew past.

[liverletdie]

Bogey Approaching PROXIMITY ALERT

The warnings flared to life across Tony's vision, and in the blink of an eye, satellite tracking had already zeroed in on what was coming quickly toward him.

The hair on the back of his neck wanted to stick straight up, and if it weren't for the hard metal undersheath, they probably would have. As it was, the chill flared in his stomach, and he prepped his suit for a fight, prepared to attack at a moment's notice.

He was expecting it, he almost, almost wanted him to attack. Resolve the entire thing right now, and he knew he could take him out in no time. If he attacked, then it would be all over, and Osborn would be disgraced and--

He just waved.

Tony frowned beneath his mask, and only leveled a blank, iron-faced stare at the other suit. Oh but beneath it he was seething. Was he seriously mocking him?

[osreborn]

Yes, he was.

"Evening, Stark!" Norman called towards him, though not dignifying him with a direct address. He did stop, at least, hovering about 20 yards from where Tony was. Within his helmet he was watching him levelly, an eyebrow quirked and what was barely a smirk-Stark's presence here annoyed him too much for true amusement, but Tony didn't know that. Norman looked forward to dismantling him gauntlet by gauntlet.

His fingers curled into tight, metal fists, but Norman made sure not to lose his composure. He lingered in the air calmly, jets flaring, before he turned and flew around Tony again to head in the opposite direction.