fic (Where the Sky is the Limit) Iron Man/Gargoyles for selenawolf
Title: Where the Sky is the Limit
Fandoms: Iron Man (movie)/Gargoyles: Animated Series
Author: karrenia
Rating: general audiences
Recipient: selenawolf
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"Where the Sky is the Limit" Karen
The hydraulics of his flying suit were the most problematic of the various gadgets and computer inserts that had yet to be untangled, and despite the occassional flares of temper
and alternately yelling and berating with the robot who diligently doused the fires that sprang up, Tony Stark believed that he had at last worked out the last of the problems with his latest design.
He had just finished testing and wincing at both the bump on the head that made hairline fractures in his helmet finally settled at a gentle glide conserving the thrust and angle of his hover. Now, for the fun part, testing the suit in the field. In the background more or less drowned out by the roar of the engines he could hear his robot butler moaning about the cost it would take to repair the roof, the singed walls and various other discards.
Tony Stark ignored him and soared off into the star-speckled evening sky. He had made several circuits of the city and was feeling extremely confident of the effectiveness of his own design, its manuverability and speed when some but not all of the exhilration drained out of him when he sense rather than say a blur of a laser beam cut through the air only several feet from where he hovered. "Hey!" he shouted. "Thousands of miles of sky to choose from and people still can't fly straight."
The as yet unidentified object swung back around and gradually emerged from a bank of misty white clouds as a bizarre figure of man with metal wings, a mask of a red and black metal turned to greet his own red and gold one.
At first Tony Stark was uncertain what to make of it. He had owned up to a healthy dose of skpeticism; he preferred to work with what he could see, feel, taste and smell. The existence of the paranormal, the supernatural, and the realm of the fantastic was not even a consideration; until he took a closer look; the bat-like wings were constructed out of a metal alloy, one which he was not entirely familiar with and managed to gear the systems on-board his suit to analyze while he sized up the man inside the armor.
"Don't tell me," Tony said, as he folded his arms across his chest. "I'm not cleared for this air space. Who the hell are you?"
David Xanatos irritated at the interruption in his pursuit of Goliath and his clan growled and chewed over the variety of responses he might have made to that particular question, some ranging from the most civil to the most decidedly not civil.
He raised one arm with the shoulder mounted laser cannon in firing mode and blasting away the irritant. While he had no idea who this fellow might be, he obviously possessed the wherewithal to make an armor not only capable of defensive and offensive modes, but flight as well.
He hated to be one-uped; possibly it was the businessman in him, maybe it was the fact that it was allowing his adversaries to escape once again; but it was the sixth sense that he here was an opportunity that he could not afford to let slip away. "Who are you?"
"I asked first. Courtesy dictates that you answer first," replied Tony with a smirk that could not been seen by the other underneath his helmet. Suddenly with a jolt that nearly upset his hovering position, that he had encountered someone like this before but not clad in a bizarre armor get-up, but at an event where the demands of courtesy and etiquette mattered almost as much as having money, a charity fund-raiser. Natasha had been correct when she had observed that trouble just seemed to attach to him and follow him wherever he went. "I guess, for the sake of expidency, I can go first. He paused for a moment to think it through and then replied, "Call me Iron Man."
David Xanatos smiled and lowered the arm with his weapon. "Nice name, nice suit, if a little flashy for my tastes."
"What's with the Medevial get-up?" asked Tony ignoring the other man's remark about the flashiness of his suit.
"Are you familiar with the expression , when in Rome, do as the Romans do?" he asked.
"Strange question, considering that we're both hovering almost two hundred feet off the ground, but okay, I'll bite, what gives?"
"All the better to get up to spped with some of the more vexing areas of doing business, but then how would the likes of you know anything about that?" Xanatos smiled and thought in the back of his mind he thought "Maybe this man, despite my initial impressions might indicated as it first appearances had made him inclined to write the other man off as an irritant and a billionaire playboy with more than a little knowledge of science and technology; might actually either prove to be either a potential ally or a potential enemy; either way; he could find a way to use either eventuality to his own advantage.
Tony bristled a little at the tone and unstated implications of the last remark. ""Bully for you."
With that he turned around and rocketed off in another direction glancing back once over his shoulder as he did so, wondering if the other would follow him ; but he did not.
He sighed; he would have liked to find out more about the man in the mask, and more about that cryptic remark about doing business and it was more than just to satisfy his own curiousity.
Again, that sudden flash of insight caused him to halt a few seconds and realized that he felt that calculating and aggressive stance somewhere before, before it clicked. "David Xanatos, at the charity fundraiser. They had caught sight of each other from across the length of the ballroom, and it had been as if two swordsmen crossing blades. "Maybe, just maybe I should make it my business to look further into whatever it is you're up to, and make certain it does not happen. That'll put a burr under your saddle, sure enough."
Fandoms: Iron Man (movie)/Gargoyles: Animated Series
Author: karrenia
Rating: general audiences
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Request Details: http://community.livejournal.com/fic_on_demand/1313262.html?thread=4146670#t4146670 for the Valentine Wishes Challenge
"Where the Sky is the Limit" Karen
The hydraulics of his flying suit were the most problematic of the various gadgets and computer inserts that had yet to be untangled, and despite the occassional flares of temper
and alternately yelling and berating with the robot who diligently doused the fires that sprang up, Tony Stark believed that he had at last worked out the last of the problems with his latest design.
He had just finished testing and wincing at both the bump on the head that made hairline fractures in his helmet finally settled at a gentle glide conserving the thrust and angle of his hover. Now, for the fun part, testing the suit in the field. In the background more or less drowned out by the roar of the engines he could hear his robot butler moaning about the cost it would take to repair the roof, the singed walls and various other discards.
Tony Stark ignored him and soared off into the star-speckled evening sky. He had made several circuits of the city and was feeling extremely confident of the effectiveness of his own design, its manuverability and speed when some but not all of the exhilration drained out of him when he sense rather than say a blur of a laser beam cut through the air only several feet from where he hovered. "Hey!" he shouted. "Thousands of miles of sky to choose from and people still can't fly straight."
The as yet unidentified object swung back around and gradually emerged from a bank of misty white clouds as a bizarre figure of man with metal wings, a mask of a red and black metal turned to greet his own red and gold one.
At first Tony Stark was uncertain what to make of it. He had owned up to a healthy dose of skpeticism; he preferred to work with what he could see, feel, taste and smell. The existence of the paranormal, the supernatural, and the realm of the fantastic was not even a consideration; until he took a closer look; the bat-like wings were constructed out of a metal alloy, one which he was not entirely familiar with and managed to gear the systems on-board his suit to analyze while he sized up the man inside the armor.
"Don't tell me," Tony said, as he folded his arms across his chest. "I'm not cleared for this air space. Who the hell are you?"
David Xanatos irritated at the interruption in his pursuit of Goliath and his clan growled and chewed over the variety of responses he might have made to that particular question, some ranging from the most civil to the most decidedly not civil.
He raised one arm with the shoulder mounted laser cannon in firing mode and blasting away the irritant. While he had no idea who this fellow might be, he obviously possessed the wherewithal to make an armor not only capable of defensive and offensive modes, but flight as well.
He hated to be one-uped; possibly it was the businessman in him, maybe it was the fact that it was allowing his adversaries to escape once again; but it was the sixth sense that he here was an opportunity that he could not afford to let slip away. "Who are you?"
"I asked first. Courtesy dictates that you answer first," replied Tony with a smirk that could not been seen by the other underneath his helmet. Suddenly with a jolt that nearly upset his hovering position, that he had encountered someone like this before but not clad in a bizarre armor get-up, but at an event where the demands of courtesy and etiquette mattered almost as much as having money, a charity fund-raiser. Natasha had been correct when she had observed that trouble just seemed to attach to him and follow him wherever he went. "I guess, for the sake of expidency, I can go first. He paused for a moment to think it through and then replied, "Call me Iron Man."
David Xanatos smiled and lowered the arm with his weapon. "Nice name, nice suit, if a little flashy for my tastes."
"What's with the Medevial get-up?" asked Tony ignoring the other man's remark about the flashiness of his suit.
"Are you familiar with the expression , when in Rome, do as the Romans do?" he asked.
"Strange question, considering that we're both hovering almost two hundred feet off the ground, but okay, I'll bite, what gives?"
"All the better to get up to spped with some of the more vexing areas of doing business, but then how would the likes of you know anything about that?" Xanatos smiled and thought in the back of his mind he thought "Maybe this man, despite my initial impressions might indicated as it first appearances had made him inclined to write the other man off as an irritant and a billionaire playboy with more than a little knowledge of science and technology; might actually either prove to be either a potential ally or a potential enemy; either way; he could find a way to use either eventuality to his own advantage.
Tony bristled a little at the tone and unstated implications of the last remark. ""Bully for you."
With that he turned around and rocketed off in another direction glancing back once over his shoulder as he did so, wondering if the other would follow him ; but he did not.
He sighed; he would have liked to find out more about the man in the mask, and more about that cryptic remark about doing business and it was more than just to satisfy his own curiousity.
Again, that sudden flash of insight caused him to halt a few seconds and realized that he felt that calculating and aggressive stance somewhere before, before it clicked. "David Xanatos, at the charity fundraiser. They had caught sight of each other from across the length of the ballroom, and it had been as if two swordsmen crossing blades. "Maybe, just maybe I should make it my business to look further into whatever it is you're up to, and make certain it does not happen. That'll put a burr under your saddle, sure enough."