Get A Roof
Title: Black
Author: almightysmoose
Theme: #4 Black
Rating: T
Length: 342 words
Blackness.
That’s all he could see. Or couldn’t see.
He could hear just fine, could hear the wind whistling overhead, could hear the sporadic electronic fizzing of the Arc Reactor and it’s victim lying below. He could even hear someone shouting his name.
He couldn’t hear his heartbeat though.
He tried to open his eyes, but he either lacked the energy or they were indeed open and he was in some kind of cruel limbo. He tried to lift his arms but met the same result.
The voice got louder, and he suddenly realised that it had been a while since he’d taken a breath, but his body had apparently forgotten how to do that too. A light flashed dimly through the darkness and then away again, but it was as if his entire surroundings had been illuminated. His parents were there. Wherever there was. They were together, they looked happy, and they were walking towards him.
It was as if a weight had been lifted off his shoulders. No more stress, no more worry, no more trying to prove himself a better man by ridding the world of his creations, and best of all, no more Iron Man. He was finally going home. They were so close. He tried to raise his hand to reach for his father, but his arm still wouldn’t move. He looked down and saw he was still in the suit.
And then the weight came back, and so did the air in his lungs. He gasped for breath and his parents vanished.
“Tony!” Pepper’s voice came from above him. Startled, he gazed up and saw her kneeling over him, an un-working miniature reactor held in one hand, the other placed over the one in his chest. He could see the worry on her face, the fear as she babbled something about Agent Coulson and an ambulance.
He could hear the wind, the Arc Reactor, and the final electronic spitting of the Iron Monger suit.
And it was as if the blackness had engulfed him again.
Fin.
Author: almightysmoose
Theme: #4 Black
Rating: T
Length: 342 words
Blackness.
That’s all he could see. Or couldn’t see.
He could hear just fine, could hear the wind whistling overhead, could hear the sporadic electronic fizzing of the Arc Reactor and it’s victim lying below. He could even hear someone shouting his name.
He couldn’t hear his heartbeat though.
He tried to open his eyes, but he either lacked the energy or they were indeed open and he was in some kind of cruel limbo. He tried to lift his arms but met the same result.
The voice got louder, and he suddenly realised that it had been a while since he’d taken a breath, but his body had apparently forgotten how to do that too. A light flashed dimly through the darkness and then away again, but it was as if his entire surroundings had been illuminated. His parents were there. Wherever there was. They were together, they looked happy, and they were walking towards him.
It was as if a weight had been lifted off his shoulders. No more stress, no more worry, no more trying to prove himself a better man by ridding the world of his creations, and best of all, no more Iron Man. He was finally going home. They were so close. He tried to raise his hand to reach for his father, but his arm still wouldn’t move. He looked down and saw he was still in the suit.
And then the weight came back, and so did the air in his lungs. He gasped for breath and his parents vanished.
“Tony!” Pepper’s voice came from above him. Startled, he gazed up and saw her kneeling over him, an un-working miniature reactor held in one hand, the other placed over the one in his chest. He could see the worry on her face, the fear as she babbled something about Agent Coulson and an ambulance.
He could hear the wind, the Arc Reactor, and the final electronic spitting of the Iron Monger suit.
And it was as if the blackness had engulfed him again.
Fin.