[Thread] Here Econtra...

[yeah_i_can_fly]

Characters: OU Tony Stark/Iron Man, OPEN
Where: anywhere near the cemetery/church area, and one of the open lots on that side of Econtra
When: after Pepper's disappearance
Summary: After spending the entire morning searching for his beloved Pepper Potts and not finding her, Stark dons his IM suit and goes on an emo-trinsic rampage.
Warnings: He is

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[yeah_i_can_fly]

Inside the helmet Tony closed his eyes and swam in the words she presented him. It did feel good to destroy things when everything you ever cared for was ripped away from you. He had a flash of an old memory:

He was nineteen, and Obi had just gotten finished telling him that his parents had died in a horrible car accident. The old man's voice had been kind and gentle, and for the moment it had soothed the young teen-aged Stark's new-found hole in his chest where his heart resided. On the plus side, the damage had been so extensive and so complete that the married couple hadn't had the time to suffer; they died instantly.

That did nothing to alleviate young Anthony's grief. But the complete and utter destruction of the mechanic's lab he and his father had once toiled in hours upon hours of any day they could manage--that did. For a little while at least.

Stark's eyes opened back up in the present and he stared down at the twi'lek. He ignored the rest of the memory--that after a month had gone by he had come back looking for comfort in the familiar surroundings and had discovered, to his horror, that he had destroyed everything precious to him. At the time it hadn't mattered--he was angry and hurt and in pain from his loss. Now the sadness was deeper and more profound than ever because he had nothing to look back on.

That was why he had spent the next several years rebuilding it and adding onto it and, the most important part of them all, continued even to this day to fix up the hot-rod car he and his father had spent so many hours on in the past.

He ignored that for now though as he looked down at Alema without remorse. "Yes," he replied in that eerily emotionless voice of the metallic armor. "Yes, it does."

[yeah_i_can_fly]

The answer was simple and so therefore his response. The helmeted head nodded slowly up and down in a prolonged "yes." Yes, he had lost someone. It was possible they simply went home and were safe now. It was also possible they had been taken to another compound somewhere on this God forsaken world and eaten alive by those things in the air above.

The thought upset him and his whole body tensed with the effort not to lash out. His hands unclenched a moment later and flexed out the stiffness. He eyed the twi'lek curiously for another moment and then decided to lower himself closer to the ground. He didn't touch it.

[yeah_i_can_fly]

"Iron Man," he responded without missing a beat. He seemed content with that name; and truly it fit his cold heart at the moment. He'd forget he ever was a man underneath. Forget 'Tony Stark'--he meant nothing. Or at least the name was not vital at the time.

He continued to hover, offering neither a threat nor surrender, and definitely not emotion. Even the "sympathy" was gone. A heartless machine couldn't feel sorry for its actions, or compare its loss to another's, now could it?

[yeah_i_can_fly]

The smirk beneath the 'iron' mask was truly a frightening thing; thankfully, it was hidden within the mask. It was probably a good thing Tony couldn't see himself in a mirror right about now either. Or maybe he wouldn't care. He didn't seem to about anything else at the moment.

"Of course. But I'm not a complete fool, and I know even my suit might not protect me from whatever retaliation they will give back for my attack. I am not so blind as to rush in unprepared."

[yeah_i_can_fly]

Stark considered this stoicly silent for a moment. The Iron Man stood stock still. His head dipped slightly, briefly. "If there ever comes a plan, I'll be there."