New York City, New York - Tuesday Morning
With Mr. Rogers still a turkey and therefore unable to give him those annoyed, judgmental looks about using the suit to help people in a way that totally wouldn't end with Tony getting injured...
Tony was going to take a little time in New York to make sure he was able to really help people back home. This meant pushing the suit as he pulled a toppled crane up to keep it from crushing the cars below. "This would be a lot easier if people would move," he whined to himself.
It totally helped.
Once the crane was put in a safe-ish spot, he took a moment to wave to the cheering people. Being a hero was awesome sometimes. You know, the times when he didn't get his ass handed to him. That settled, he took off above the skyline to test out the flight systems. Yes. Test. Not just fly about for the fun of it, really--
*Proximity Alert*
He twisted in place, tracking what appeared to be one hell of a meteor as it flew past him and down toward the city below.
"Whoa," Tony said, looking down at the luckily (because it was a kid's show, damn it) uninhabited construction site as news choppers rushed past to film this newest bit of insanity now that the whole 'Iron Man Saves The Day!' thing was old news.
Zooming in on the crash site, Tony frowned as something started to move. Because, you know, meteors usually don't move once they crashed and all. Unless there was an alien inside. Oh god, was there an alien inside? He was pleased to find that what climbed out of the impact crater was not alien, but a suit that could be considered similar to his own. If it was on some serious steroids, that is.
As the news choppers moved closer to get a better shot, the suit--thing started to move toward one of the steamrollers, picking it up and hurling it at the intrepid reporters. Intrepid might be too kind a word, though. Tony was going to go with 'suicidal' instead as he flew to intercept, slamming into the vehicle before it could impact anything.
Once the steamroller was placed gently back on the ground where it couldn't harm anyone else, he flew up between the robot-suit-thing and the reporters. "All helicopters, you need to leave the area now."
He was going to assume they left due to his authoritative tone and reputation as an awesome crime fighter and not out of fear. That taken care of, he flew around, landing a few yards ahead of the other suit. "Whoa, whoa, whoa, big guy," he said, wondering if that sounded dumb. Probably. "You can't just throw steamrollers at--people."
It was walking away. Why was it walking away?
He was a famous hero here!
With a sigh, he took to flight again and circled around in front of the suit. Arms crossed over his chest in a totally intimidating way as he hovered. "That was rude. But fine, I can fly and talk," Tony said, keeping pace with the suit. "What's this all about? What do you want?"
That actually seemed to get him somewhere as the suit stopped and responded with a strangled, "Pegasus."
Okay, that was... confusing as all hell. "...you want a winged horse?" Tony asked slowly.
Which turned out to be the absolute wrong thing to say, it would seem. Rather than explain it's need to obtain a mythical horse, the suit-robot-thing brought an arm up and hit him with enough force to make Tony see stars. Or maybe that was from the impact on the pavement when he finally landed. All five times before he stopped skittering like a stone over the surface of a pond. "Ow."
[[NFB, of course. For one!]]
Tony was going to take a little time in New York to make sure he was able to really help people back home. This meant pushing the suit as he pulled a toppled crane up to keep it from crushing the cars below. "This would be a lot easier if people would move," he whined to himself.
It totally helped.
Once the crane was put in a safe-ish spot, he took a moment to wave to the cheering people. Being a hero was awesome sometimes. You know, the times when he didn't get his ass handed to him. That settled, he took off above the skyline to test out the flight systems. Yes. Test. Not just fly about for the fun of it, really--
*Proximity Alert*
He twisted in place, tracking what appeared to be one hell of a meteor as it flew past him and down toward the city below.
"Whoa," Tony said, looking down at the luckily (because it was a kid's show, damn it) uninhabited construction site as news choppers rushed past to film this newest bit of insanity now that the whole 'Iron Man Saves The Day!' thing was old news.
Zooming in on the crash site, Tony frowned as something started to move. Because, you know, meteors usually don't move once they crashed and all. Unless there was an alien inside. Oh god, was there an alien inside? He was pleased to find that what climbed out of the impact crater was not alien, but a suit that could be considered similar to his own. If it was on some serious steroids, that is.
As the news choppers moved closer to get a better shot, the suit--thing started to move toward one of the steamrollers, picking it up and hurling it at the intrepid reporters. Intrepid might be too kind a word, though. Tony was going to go with 'suicidal' instead as he flew to intercept, slamming into the vehicle before it could impact anything.
Once the steamroller was placed gently back on the ground where it couldn't harm anyone else, he flew up between the robot-suit-thing and the reporters. "All helicopters, you need to leave the area now."
He was going to assume they left due to his authoritative tone and reputation as an awesome crime fighter and not out of fear. That taken care of, he flew around, landing a few yards ahead of the other suit. "Whoa, whoa, whoa, big guy," he said, wondering if that sounded dumb. Probably. "You can't just throw steamrollers at--people."
It was walking away. Why was it walking away?
He was a famous hero here!
With a sigh, he took to flight again and circled around in front of the suit. Arms crossed over his chest in a totally intimidating way as he hovered. "That was rude. But fine, I can fly and talk," Tony said, keeping pace with the suit. "What's this all about? What do you want?"
That actually seemed to get him somewhere as the suit stopped and responded with a strangled, "Pegasus."
Okay, that was... confusing as all hell. "...you want a winged horse?" Tony asked slowly.
Which turned out to be the absolute wrong thing to say, it would seem. Rather than explain it's need to obtain a mythical horse, the suit-robot-thing brought an arm up and hit him with enough force to make Tony see stars. Or maybe that was from the impact on the pavement when he finally landed. All five times before he stopped skittering like a stone over the surface of a pond. "Ow."
[[NFB, of course. For one!]]