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Gryphon
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Jul-30-12, 00:28 AM (EDT) |
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"a taste: TIA04 What Goes Around"
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I was hoping to have something for you by the time I went into the hospital; it didn't happen in time, but as a thank-you for all your support, here's a taste of one of my favorite bits I've done so far. --
"The pyroclastic lamination worked perfectly," he said, "but I think we can do better on the recharge time for the knuckle bombers." His eyes still on the holographic playback, he reached for his coffee, but didn't find it. Instead, his hand alighted on what felt like a datapad. Blinking, he turned his head and regarded it. It was indeed a datapad, and right now it was displaying the front page of Knight Sabers OK!, one of the many fansites dedicated to the city's mysterious armored mercenaries. The front-page story today, though, wasn't about them. Instead, the page was dominated by a brightly colored image of the Mark III Iron Man suit slugging it out with last night's 55-series, streetlights glittering from both combatants' armor plating, and the shouting headline, "WHO IS IRON MAN??" "What is this?" Virginia "Pepper" Potts demanded. "Where is my coffee?" Stark responded. Pepper put her hands on her slim, business-skirted hips. "-What- is -this,-" she repeated, pointing a finger at the headline. "My coffee was right there," Stark observed in a faint tone of bewilderment, then looked up at her scowling face and said mildly, "That is totally rude." "Rude? You want to talk about rude?" Pepper paced away from him, gesturing to the slightly battered Mark III armor, which stood in a test stand by the main shop's work table. "You went public. People -saw- you. In front of the building." Stark swiveled to face her. "In my defense, evil robots were trying to blow it up." Still on a bit of a roll, Pepper went on, "We agreed that you wouldn't associate Iron Man with Stark International until Legal finished researching the position." Stark raised an interjectory finger. "-Unless- evil robots tried to blow up the building in the meantime. I was very specific about that." Pepper glared at him. "In my head," he added. Seeing that she wasn't going to be put off that easily, he got to his feet and walked toward her, hands spread in mild entreaty. "Come on, Pep, it had to be done." "You should have called me," she persisted. "At two in the morning? C'mon." Stark walked past her and behind the suit, then leaned around it with his hand on one of its shoulders and went on, "Odds are he's getting unveiled at IC2 anyway. Also," he added with a faintly puzzled look, "how did you get down here?" "JARVIS let me in." "JARVIS, you're fired." "Very good, sir," said JARVIS unflappably. "I'd forgotten how exasperating you can be," said Pepper, smiling slightly in spite of herself. Stark crossed to the garage entrance. "Well, that'll teach you not to reorganize the whole company and move the corporate headquarters into my house," he said offhandedly. Pepper couldn't contain a chuckle at that remark. "True," she conceded. "Have you had breakfast?" Stark asked, twirling his car keys around his index finger. "'Cause I haven't. JARVIS, I'll have to take you back on as a consultant at twice your old salary." "I don't get paid, sir." Stark nodded. "Perfect. That's settled, then." --G. -><- Benjamin D. Hutchins, Co-Founder, Editor-in-Chief, & Forum Mod Eyrie Productions, Unlimited http://www.eyrie-productions.com/ zgryphon at that email service Google has Ceterum censeo Carthaginem esse delendam. |
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