Visionary Magnetism
Title: Visionary Magnetism
Author: Lucifer Hisaki (mercy_slays/luciferhisaki)
Rating: PG
Fandom: Marvel, Iron Man 2008
Pairing: (Future) Steve Rogers/Tony Stark
Summary: In which Tony can't help but notice the package delivered days after his return from captivity.
Disclaimer: I hardly know my way around Comic Canon. Do you really think I own Marvel? But I would love to own RDJ!Tony's ass!
Word Count: 1000
Notes: This is not beta'd. It probably doesn't make much sense. There maybe some OoCness. I'm not very happy with this. ^_^; Part of a Five-Fic mini-series. Yes, This was written to just write something about a certain easter egg in the movie.
For: stagesoflove's Five Senses; Sight
Visionary Magnetism
He never expected to receive this a few days after he came back from his three damn months of captivity. There was no note, no return address, not a thin but large package that made him squirm on days on end. It irked him that there was nothing else but the package.
Even the delivery was mysterious and JARVIS was well protected from any hacking. Whoever sent it had managed to do the almost impossible, hack JARVIS. It made him quiver with excitement, apprehension and extreme curiosity.
Every once in a while he kept looking at it, the plain brown delivery package. There was nothing unusual about it. It was real plain, nothing intriguing except for the size. It was similar to a large leather art portfolio. Tony never did like portfolios sent to him, no matter the contents. He liked his art framed or given in person. But this, this was so normal, so ordinary it made his hairs stand on end.
Tony bit his lip numerous times to stop himself from going over to the package and tearing it open or throwing it away. Dummy wouldn't listen when he told it to just trash the package every day, every moment he laid eyes on it.
Was Dummy compromised too? Wouldn't surprise him if he was.
He frowned, spinning in his chair, watching the garage blur into streaks of colours. He glanced over at his crushed Shelby and sighed. Maybe he could repair it now, stop thinking about the package that is so not supposed to be there in the center of his lab, or even work on those jet boots again. Jet boots, he smiled, the idea was there; making it a reality was the fun part.
They were already a week into development and he still wasn't done with them. Not that he minded, really, sometimes took time but he couldn't help but feel the anticipation of using them for actual flight. So close, he was so close to getting the first phase down. Of what, he still wasn't sure. All he wanted was to finish the boots.
As if the package was feeling jealous, his eye went back to it. He frowned, spinning his chair around, turning away like a child in a temper tantrum. Tony had some dignity to not cross his arms. He wasn't that much of a child and he really didn't need to have his diaper changed either. No matter what Rhodey seemed to think. His fingers twitched, he could feel his head just wanting to turn and stare at the package again for what had to be the sixith time of the day.
This was frustrating!
He couldn't concentrate on the boots-oh he really wanted to work on the boots-without his mind drifting to the package. He had a feeling that he was slower because of that damn package.
With a growl, he stood up and walked over purposefully, intent on throwing the damn package into the garbage himself. It had been in his shop for long enough! Gritting his teeth, Tony lifted the package, turning on heel toward the garbage shoot. It was relatively light and it tested Tony's nerves to just open it rather than throwing it away. Scowling, he ordered JARVIS to open the shoot for him. Thankfully, it was large enough to take the package and what other junk Tony threw out of his lab on a daily basis.
A corner of the package tore at the door of the shoot as it was being lowered. Tony's eyes glanced over. They widened; the shock enough for Tony to drop it on his foot.
"Dammit!" He cursed loudly, the package clanging against the concrete floor. The sound vibrated, shaking Tony's bones, rattling his teeth, ears ringing.
Tony reached down, remembering to bend his knees and not his back. His fingers grabbed the torn edge of the package, ripping it further. The red grew more prominent followed by a hint of white. The edge of whatever was in the package was circular. His heart pounded with more apprehension than the anticipation of flight-without-a-plane ever did in the last few days.
He needed a drink. Scotch on the rocks, or a very dry vodka martini, extra dry with extra olives but that was Pepper’s poison of choice..
Unable to stop himself, he ripped the package more, exposing a various alternating red and white rings before the hint of a star point stared back at him. Kneeling down next to the package, Tony ripped it open like a new carburetor he ordered and had received on Christmas. A grin so wide broke his face.
It was a shield.
Not any shield, either. Captain America's shield!
Immediately, Tony grabbed the shield with his bare hands and whisked it away to a lab table to commence testing on the material, the strength, probably try to give the shield an age. He knew a lot of counterfeit shields (hell, he had to have at least five of his own by now) but this was too shiny, too well polished to be anything fake-though now that he thought of it, it could give off a fakeness-but he had to be sure. Someone, before giving it to him, took good care of it and then some. And of course, no simple man could simply hack into JARVIS and compromise Dummy without some sort of intelligence.
Giddy like a school girl, Tony pushed aside the jet boots on the table without a second thought or regret. He smiled widely and started testing everything he could about it. He never felt this ecstatic until he experienced flight with Mark I, though that ended when he crashed.
He winced in memory but smirked at the shield.
"You and I are going to have some fun times. Who knows, maybe your owner will come back and reclaim you?"
Tony chuckled at the impossibility of that happening. "And I’ll end up as Secretary of Defense later on."
End?
Author: Lucifer Hisaki (mercy_slays/luciferhisaki)
Rating: PG
Fandom: Marvel, Iron Man 2008
Pairing: (Future) Steve Rogers/Tony Stark
Summary: In which Tony can't help but notice the package delivered days after his return from captivity.
Disclaimer: I hardly know my way around Comic Canon. Do you really think I own Marvel? But I would love to own RDJ!Tony's ass!
Word Count: 1000
Notes: This is not beta'd. It probably doesn't make much sense. There maybe some OoCness. I'm not very happy with this. ^_^; Part of a Five-Fic mini-series. Yes, This was written to just write something about a certain easter egg in the movie.
For: stagesoflove's Five Senses; Sight
Visionary Magnetism
He never expected to receive this a few days after he came back from his three damn months of captivity. There was no note, no return address, not a thin but large package that made him squirm on days on end. It irked him that there was nothing else but the package.
Even the delivery was mysterious and JARVIS was well protected from any hacking. Whoever sent it had managed to do the almost impossible, hack JARVIS. It made him quiver with excitement, apprehension and extreme curiosity.
Every once in a while he kept looking at it, the plain brown delivery package. There was nothing unusual about it. It was real plain, nothing intriguing except for the size. It was similar to a large leather art portfolio. Tony never did like portfolios sent to him, no matter the contents. He liked his art framed or given in person. But this, this was so normal, so ordinary it made his hairs stand on end.
Tony bit his lip numerous times to stop himself from going over to the package and tearing it open or throwing it away. Dummy wouldn't listen when he told it to just trash the package every day, every moment he laid eyes on it.
Was Dummy compromised too? Wouldn't surprise him if he was.
He frowned, spinning in his chair, watching the garage blur into streaks of colours. He glanced over at his crushed Shelby and sighed. Maybe he could repair it now, stop thinking about the package that is so not supposed to be there in the center of his lab, or even work on those jet boots again. Jet boots, he smiled, the idea was there; making it a reality was the fun part.
They were already a week into development and he still wasn't done with them. Not that he minded, really, sometimes took time but he couldn't help but feel the anticipation of using them for actual flight. So close, he was so close to getting the first phase down. Of what, he still wasn't sure. All he wanted was to finish the boots.
As if the package was feeling jealous, his eye went back to it. He frowned, spinning his chair around, turning away like a child in a temper tantrum. Tony had some dignity to not cross his arms. He wasn't that much of a child and he really didn't need to have his diaper changed either. No matter what Rhodey seemed to think. His fingers twitched, he could feel his head just wanting to turn and stare at the package again for what had to be the sixith time of the day.
This was frustrating!
He couldn't concentrate on the boots-oh he really wanted to work on the boots-without his mind drifting to the package. He had a feeling that he was slower because of that damn package.
With a growl, he stood up and walked over purposefully, intent on throwing the damn package into the garbage himself. It had been in his shop for long enough! Gritting his teeth, Tony lifted the package, turning on heel toward the garbage shoot. It was relatively light and it tested Tony's nerves to just open it rather than throwing it away. Scowling, he ordered JARVIS to open the shoot for him. Thankfully, it was large enough to take the package and what other junk Tony threw out of his lab on a daily basis.
A corner of the package tore at the door of the shoot as it was being lowered. Tony's eyes glanced over. They widened; the shock enough for Tony to drop it on his foot.
"Dammit!" He cursed loudly, the package clanging against the concrete floor. The sound vibrated, shaking Tony's bones, rattling his teeth, ears ringing.
Tony reached down, remembering to bend his knees and not his back. His fingers grabbed the torn edge of the package, ripping it further. The red grew more prominent followed by a hint of white. The edge of whatever was in the package was circular. His heart pounded with more apprehension than the anticipation of flight-without-a-plane ever did in the last few days.
He needed a drink. Scotch on the rocks, or a very dry vodka martini, extra dry with extra olives but that was Pepper’s poison of choice..
Unable to stop himself, he ripped the package more, exposing a various alternating red and white rings before the hint of a star point stared back at him. Kneeling down next to the package, Tony ripped it open like a new carburetor he ordered and had received on Christmas. A grin so wide broke his face.
It was a shield.
Not any shield, either. Captain America's shield!
Immediately, Tony grabbed the shield with his bare hands and whisked it away to a lab table to commence testing on the material, the strength, probably try to give the shield an age. He knew a lot of counterfeit shields (hell, he had to have at least five of his own by now) but this was too shiny, too well polished to be anything fake-though now that he thought of it, it could give off a fakeness-but he had to be sure. Someone, before giving it to him, took good care of it and then some. And of course, no simple man could simply hack into JARVIS and compromise Dummy without some sort of intelligence.
Giddy like a school girl, Tony pushed aside the jet boots on the table without a second thought or regret. He smiled widely and started testing everything he could about it. He never felt this ecstatic until he experienced flight with Mark I, though that ended when he crashed.
He winced in memory but smirked at the shield.
"You and I are going to have some fun times. Who knows, maybe your owner will come back and reclaim you?"
Tony chuckled at the impossibility of that happening. "And I’ll end up as Secretary of Defense later on."
End?