DATE: 89
CHARACTER(S): Tony Stark
whatarebooks and Billy Kaplan
madebymagic STATUS: Closed
SUMMARY: Tony's just arrived on Pluto and he's not the one everyone remembers. Sadly for him, Billy doesn't know that and thinks he's just being a big jerk. So he's going to go and knock him out.
LOCATION: Random hallway
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Billy really doesn't like Tony Stark... )
"Okay, number one: ow," he managed, foregoing standing up in order to check his nose wasn't broken or anything - he hadn't really been in many fights. That was what you were meant to do when someone punched you, right? He remembered Happy mentioning it a few times, "And two: when you said you had 'other ways', I didn't think you meant magic. Kinda expected a little more warning than that." It was always magic, actually. He was really starting to hate it. "Why did you hit me, again?"
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"Hey, Whiplash didn't deserve to die and I'm really sorry about that, but I wouldn't say he was a good man," He failed to keep the indignation out of his voice, or hide the guilt for that entire fiasco, but kept going regardless, "He tried to kill me first. And I have no idea what this prison thing is you're talking about." Tony paused, and frowned, derailed by the fact that his attacker was looking more and more like he was about to pass out. "... Uh, are you okay?"
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"The Prison, 42. You and Reed Richards, and Hank Pym. It was your glorious idea to hold all the heroes who didn't want to become Government slaves there. Outside our own dimension." He blinked open his eyes, which he hadn't realized he had closed, and narrowed his eyes at the kid.
"Don't pretend to even care about me! I don't know what game you're playing, but I don't need to hear your fake sympathy!" He closed his eyes again and started to mumble under his breath. "And to think, you were once my hero..."
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"Seriously, I have no idea what you're talking about. I mean," he gestured vaguely, apparently trying to express just how confused he was through the medium of mime, "I have to go to school now. When would I have time to do all of that? With people I've never heard of?" Maybe he'd been framed again. Or there was some evil clone running around that he hadn't noticed. But even then, he was pretty sure he'd have noticed stuff like that on the news- well. Pepper would, and she definitely would have told him. But that wasn't the point. He was tempted ask what kind of name Captain America was, but considering the general mood and his own moniker, that didn't seem like a great idea.
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"Bullshit! Everyone knows who Captain America is, and if you don't then I call you on your utter bullshit! I don't take kindly to people messing around with me, and this is no exception. No matter how young you look, you're still Tony fucking Stark, and I'm not going to take this shit from anyone. Especially from you!" His eyes were glowing once more, and he could feel the lightning dancing on his finger tips.
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"Look, you've got the wrong guy-" he began to explain again, when he was interrupted by a loud, urgent beeping. From... his watch. Oh no. "Wow," he muttered, low enough that he could barely be heard over the alarm, "And here I thought my timing couldn't get any worse." It was silenced with a quick press of a button, but that wasn't the main issue now. That would be that he was now running on about three percent back-up power, and that was nowhere near enough to actually fight someone. And it was starting to look like that was an unavoidable end to this conversation. Here goes nothing"Okay, fine. You're not going to believe me, but in about a minute I'm going to go into cardiac arrest, so... can we do this another time? It's not like you can't find me again." By the end of his ( ... )
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"Wait a minute... How... The Extremis. It heals you, so how are you going to... Who the hell are you?" He was looking at him now like he was an alien and none of this was making any sense. This was Tony Stark, Iron Man, the biggest douche bag in his world... even if he was currently a teenager, it was still him... right?
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It must have used up the emergency power during the explosion, he worked out as he reached the doorway. Being hit probably hadn't helped either, but mentioning that now wasn't going to help much. "Uh, this may sound a little awkward, but, little help? You can keep yelling at me after that, if you want."
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"About before... um.. I guess you aren't the Stark that I should be mad at. So, I'm sorry. Really sorry actually. I kinda got a head of myself and stuff, and... I shouldn't have hit you."
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There. He could feel the steady hum of electricity in his ribcage already, and the machine gave several short, almost smug beeps before going silent. He settled himself against the wall so the cable wasn't twisted, and shrugged at Billy, "I guess with all that happened, I forgot it needed power. And, uh, don't worry about it. If all that stuff happened to me, I'd be angry, too. Just... don't do it again?"
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"I'm still very sorry. I have better control then this, I just.. I've been here a fairly long time now, and I just... I guess I haven't coped well."
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"Makes sense," he offered, "It still hasn't really sunk in for me. Everything happened so fast..."
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He still couldn't believe he had done it. Even thinking to all the hate he had for Stark, he'd never think of just all out punching the guy. But then he had done it, and found out that he really wasn't Tony... he shook his head and frowned.
"I'm Billy. Billy Kaplan." He held out a hand towards Tony trying to smile gently.
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"Nice to meet you, Billy," he couldn't help but grin a little at how stupid that sounded, after everything, "You know, I've had worse greetings." He stopped, as if to consider that, then corrected himself, still with a faint, wry smile so it didn't sound as much like an accusation, "... Not many, though."
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"I'm going to make all this up to you. Anyway I can."
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