In the Hamptons...
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Jun. 9th, 2009 @ 07:35 pm
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Outside a bevy of models, socialites, and heirs to various fortunes scamper about in one of three heated pools and drink alcohol suited to their jaded paletes. The host of the party is not cavorting among them He's a little to busy listening to the news.
"The DOW Jones industrial average rose again today on the strength of good news from the banking sector on new home sales...."
The woman next to him gasps as the second woman with them moves a hand up her leg. He glances over. The brunette is pretty good at this.
"...Stark Enterprises made marginal gains, based on a new contract allowing for defense technology to - " He sucks in a breath. Fingernails slowly moving down his chest makes it harder to think about the news. The big news is out though. He and Pepper won another victory for shareholders. Go team.
"Spells trouble for the beleaguered Williams Munitions..."
Just when the ladies were starting to use their lips on him the phone rings. He ignores it. It goes to voice mail and then it keeps ringing. Whoever this is, they will be kept waiting.
Two hours later, the women are both asleep. He switches off the drone of 24-hour news and calls back whoever it was without bothering to check his voice mail.
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Nick Fury is on the other end of the call and he is not pleased. "Dammit Stark! Yer two hours late!"
"Bill me."
"So what needs to be invented this week?"
"I need you to take a look at a situation an' see what you can do with it. You were supposed t' be here two hours ago."
"Here where?" Damnit. Pepper is supposed to know this stuff. He looks at the call logs. Oh. One of those was Pepper. Well...
"I'll get the jet going."
Sersi opened her eyes and looked at her male bed partner. She hadn't really been asleep, but she had been relaxing. It was rude to listen in on a conversation, phone or otherwise, but it was hard not to listen.
"You work way too much." Then again any work in her book was too much.
"I'm my father's son," he lies smoothly. "Sorry Cindy, Sarif..." He starts snapping his fingers, trying to bring it to mind.
She chuckled. "Sersi. I should feel insulted you have forgotten my name so easily, Anthony."
"It won't happen again." He kisses her as he gets dressed.
He wishes he was kidding. Three hours later he's in what can politely be called "an undisclosed location somewhere in Asia." Really? It's more like a mud pit no one actually controls for a reason. There's nothing here except for roads to other places worth visiting - which is why Uncle Sam has set up shop here.
He sips some Johnny Walker while the convoy drives him though the Earth's armpit on the way to base camp.
"Do we have a CD player in here?"
"Next time I'll make sure we ride in the limo," Nick grumbled. Goddamn Stark. This could have been over and done with already if he hadn't been late.
"Too extravagant. Go with a stretch SUV." That elicits some snickers surrounding them.
Which are silenced when Nick gave them all a glare. "We got a clusterfuck on our hands an' yer crackin' jokes."
The next few hours? Days? It doesn't much matter. It's a hazy of pain, dirt, explosions, and people screaming things he might be able to figure out if he wasn't too weak to move.
There's a man over him, and he adds a weight to his chest. His voice is gentle yet frightened. "Do not move, Mr. Stark."
"Where -" His voice almost kills him to use. He's so weak.
"Don't move yet. I am attempting to save your life."
Now he can make out the image. An old man leans over him, peering at his chest with tools in hand. "I apologize for any pain... I am limited in what I can give you for it."
The door opens, and a massive man steps inside, flanked by two smaller men armed with rifles.
"Aaah. Tony Stark. You are awake." He speaks with a thick Cantonese accent. "I am Wong Chu. And you now belong to me." He points to the older man. "You will work with Yinsen to build me weapons." He smiles broadly. "Many weapons. For this, I will let you live."
Like hell. The request is so incredibly stupid it takes effort not to just laugh in the guy's face. He wants to live. He wants to find out what's going on, but if he thinks he's getting something out of him like that he has another thing coming. For the moment, he plays along.
"I'll need...iron...welding equipment..."
If I'm going - I'm taking you with me, you son of a bitch.
"You'll have it!" Wong Chu laughs. "And you will make weapons for me, and I will eventually let you go. I wish some of your top-of-the-line weapons."
He turns to leave.
Work has always been an option for Tony. Even when Pepper showed him the good people the destruction of his family company could destroy all it did was give him an idea about responsibility and why it was important. He knew what his genius could do and had known since he was pushed into building and designing more and more and bigger and bigger. Some kids played with legos. He and his dad played with the world. Little wonder when he discovered "slack" he'd become addicted to it. If he got a taste of life he never, ever stopped at just the one bite.
Now he works for his life, and he realizes up to this point, it's been a very useless life. All his genius....all his drive...it's been for the attention. No matter how it gets spun in the papers, it has been all about him. That's why he's going to get Yinsin out of here and then go save the world. If he lives, he lives, but how does that Horace Mann quote go? Be ashamed to die until you have won some victory for humanity. Tony has never had shame a day in his goddamn life and he isn't going to collect some as a dead man walking.
Yinsen is a genius as well, and together, they build on each other's ideas quickly. It is Yinsen who provides a way for the suit they are designing to multiply the wearer's strength a thousandfold -- or more. It is Tony who finds ways to keep the suit from being too slow despite its cumbersome frame in this limited workshop. Together, they design... and begin to build.
After nights of no sleep and days of hot sun and little food, he finally emerges a new man.
"How -" the mechanical voice asks. "Does it fit?"
The explosion caught the right attention and search parties of S.H.I.E.L.D. agents were sent out. Leading one small group was James Rhodes.
His suit is almost out of power and there's no way to recharge. Gasping for air he opens the suit and slides out of it in order to focus the last of his power to the electromagnet over his heart.
Please let this be the good guys. "Here!" he spits out.
Rhodey heard the call an went running. The S.H.I.E.L.D. agents with him could barely keep up.
"Tony!" he yelled a moment before finding the object of their search. Rhodey was by his side. "It's gonna be okay, Tony."
"Rhodes to Fury. We found him. Send a transport."
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