Bullroarer
21-11-04, 05:22 AM
Tony Stark moved around his mansion with a heavy soul. So many things had gone wrong since the coming of Onslaught. Thor was dead, Hawkman was dead, Captain America was dead and the rest of the avengers were dead. Everyone thought that he was also dead, but no one knew the truth. His armor had protected him from Onslaught’s final explosion. How his brain and ingenuity had failed him that day. His closest friends were all gone. All that remained were the X-men and a few other masked heroes.
What right did he have to stand beside those warriors of such power? He didn’t have Quicksilver’s speed, Spiderman’s agility, Wolverine’s fury, Hulk’s strength or Thor’s power. All he had was a bright red and yellow suit because he had been born a rich man’s son. The suit had another purpose, for he had a heart condition. He knew without the suit his heart would have stopped beating a long time ago.
He looked at the portrait of Thor, Ant Man and Captain America. Him and those three had founded the Avengers so many years ago. He was the Iron Man and they saw him as their brother. They knew he was just a normal human being in a high tech piece of machinery, but they respected him. He looked at Thor, one of his closest companions. He held a mighty hammer with lightning blazing all about. This picture was probably all that was left of Thor. Tony Stark fell on his knees and began to weep. “Thor, I am sorry. It should have been me that died. Thor, do you know how it feels to be the last one left. If only…if only…if only.”
Tony Stark’s breath became short and his heart began tear from beneath his skin. He took a pill and swallowed it. This made him feel slightly better, but he knew that sooner or later he would die. He took a look at his suit beneath a glass coffin. He wanted to get rid of it, but the suit had become part of him. He took the suit out and carefully put it on, perhaps one last ride wouldn’t matter. Perhaps he can just take down one petty street thug and just return to his life of being a scientist or businessman. He looked back at the mirror, but something was strange. There was a great blue light in front of the glass and a hand came out. The hand was purple and didn’t seem human. It grabbed him and pulled him before he could activate his weapons.
What right did he have to stand beside those warriors of such power? He didn’t have Quicksilver’s speed, Spiderman’s agility, Wolverine’s fury, Hulk’s strength or Thor’s power. All he had was a bright red and yellow suit because he had been born a rich man’s son. The suit had another purpose, for he had a heart condition. He knew without the suit his heart would have stopped beating a long time ago.
He looked at the portrait of Thor, Ant Man and Captain America. Him and those three had founded the Avengers so many years ago. He was the Iron Man and they saw him as their brother. They knew he was just a normal human being in a high tech piece of machinery, but they respected him. He looked at Thor, one of his closest companions. He held a mighty hammer with lightning blazing all about. This picture was probably all that was left of Thor. Tony Stark fell on his knees and began to weep. “Thor, I am sorry. It should have been me that died. Thor, do you know how it feels to be the last one left. If only…if only…if only.”
Tony Stark’s breath became short and his heart began tear from beneath his skin. He took a pill and swallowed it. This made him feel slightly better, but he knew that sooner or later he would die. He took a look at his suit beneath a glass coffin. He wanted to get rid of it, but the suit had become part of him. He took the suit out and carefully put it on, perhaps one last ride wouldn’t matter. Perhaps he can just take down one petty street thug and just return to his life of being a scientist or businessman. He looked back at the mirror, but something was strange. There was a great blue light in front of the glass and a hand came out. The hand was purple and didn’t seem human. It grabbed him and pulled him before he could activate his weapons.