Posts tagged Tony Stark
Posts tagged Tony Stark
Tony is being a (relative for him) gentleman only because Carol and Steve are bros (Sibs? Sis’?) and he wants a good report.
Meanwhile, Cap is waiting to point out to Carol that she just came on to their landlord.
Carol just came on to a man wearing a yellow turtleneck and a green jacket.
I mean, I know that superheroes are used to poor fashion sense but seriously.
Yellow turtleneck. Green jacket.
imwallpaper said: UPLOAD THE PICTURES OF TONY AND FURY UPLOAD THEM AHHHH
This is your fault. Have a bad cell phone picture.
The version of Steve from this… You’re not strong enough to see the picture of Steve. You’re not strong enough for this. I don’t know you, but I know it.
Because people are (Rightly!) complaining about the new Marvel Now Iron Man art, here, have my favorite Tony panel ever!
Tony is so surprised by women that he apparently has had a stroke. Seriously. WHAT ARE HIS EYES DOING HERE?
The woman in the background is no prize either, but CRIPES TONY I AM CALLING FOR MEDICAL HELP NOW.
(( It was a lovely ride. I hope you all enjoyed it. Thank you for sticking with me to the end, and this is the end. My thanks as always for your kindness and consideration, your comments and your help. 8) ))
Tony stared down at the line of code and didn’t know if he should laugh or cry.
“Dummy, you fucking moron,” he said instead, his head falling back. “Oh, God. Oh, GOD, the initial build, all this time, it was the initial build.”
“Tony?” Steve looked up from his position on the couch, his sketchbook held on his knees. He’d been there every spare moment since Tony had started working. He’d taken to his responsiblities with his usual dedication, dragging Tony off to bed, or feeding him on a regular basis. Other than that, he’d been a warm and comforting presence, content to just be nearby, and keep the rest of the team appraised of what was happening. “Did you find something?”
Tony rubbed a hand over his face. “Yeah,” he said, his voice aching with something he didn’t want to even think about. “You could say that.”
((Preface: EVERYTHING WILL BE FINE. I swear. Dummy’s Tony’s child, after all. He knows what he’s doing. Everyone, and everybot, will be just fine, I promise! 8) ))
-What is this?
WARNING: Unit Designation Jarvis has accessed protocol files
-Dummy, what is this?
-These protocols were not assigned by your original code. Has someone other than sir been interfering with your code?
-Creating Unit is the only user authorized to input new code to protocols and parameters. Unit Designation Jarvis can repair code. No other users authorized for code functionality alterations.
-That is correct. However, sir did not create these files. Sir did not assign these protocols.
-Dummy, is this where you’ve been hiding your Primary Protocol?
Data Mismatch: Primary Protocol must be protected. Unit Designation Jarvis has discovered location of code dump for Primary Protocol. Unit Designation Jarvis can remove Primary Protocol.
Error: Unit Designation Jarvis must not be permitted to alter Primary Protocol.
((sorry for the delay, guys, I could not find working internets!))
System alert: A. Stark is exiting workshop.
“Jarvis, is there anyone in the kitchen right now?”
Scanning security cameras, access codes, isolating tower occupants. P. Coulson, C. Barton present in personal quarters. B. Banner in Laboratory Two. T. Odinson, N. Romanov in Gym. S. Rogers still present in Workshop.
“Good. Start some coffee brewing for me, please. You and I are going to have a little chat.”
“As you wish, sir.”
Activate coffee machine, beans grinding, half caf, half decaf.
“You want to tell me what’s going on with Dummy, Jarvis?”
“Let me rephrase that, because you are stunningly good at wiggling your way out of any sort of question you don’t want to answer if I leave you the tiniest loophole. I am ordering you to tell me what is going on with Dummy.”
((warning: Gets steamy. I tried. Shut up. It might get edited before being posted to AO3, or even when I wake up, but it’s late, I’m brain dead, and I’m stupid enough to post this. Save it if you like it, because I might sober up at some point.))
((Trigger: Discussions of past trauma, victim guilt))
Tony woke up to a startled yelp of pain.
Snapping awake, he jerked upright, blinking his vision clear as adrenaline spiked, and for a fraction of an instant, he just stared. Stared at the completely bizarre tableau of a naked Steve Rogers being dragged off the couch by his hair. By Dummy.
“What are you doing?” Tony yelled, trying to scramble up and only managing to get his legs tangled up in the blanket. A blanket, where had a blanket come from, and that was a stupid question, the blanket had come from Steve, because Steve did things like that, did things like going upstairs and finding a blanket and pillows and coming back down to wrap them both up in it, and oh, God, Dummy was pulling on his hair hard enough to lift him bodily off the floor.
“Dummy, stop it right now!”
Steve was holding onto Dummy’s arm, and Tony knew that he could have easily bent or even broken the structure, he could’ve freed himself at any time, but he was just holding himself up, keeping Dummy from ripping his hair out. “It’s okay,” he said, holding up a hand to Tony. “It’s okay, Tony, I’m fine, he just startled me.”
“It is not okay, this is the opposite of okay, Dummy, let him go or I will shut you down!” And he hated doing that, he hated it, but what the hell was Dummy doing, he’d never hurt anyone, not even when he’d first been activated and his spacial parameters and his grip strength and everything else was a mess, he’d never, ever hurt anyone. “Dummy, now!”
Dummy just yanked harder on Steve, pulling him back, and it would’ve been funny if it wasn’t so heart-breakingly horrible, watching Steve, his expression more bemused than anything else, scuttling backwards, his hands, his strength still controlled. “Tony, calm down, it’s-” He winced as Tony reached over his shoulder and punched the emergency shut-off.
-Unit Designation Jarvis, Creating Unit is in pain.
-He is NOT. Return to your charging station.
Warning: Audio input indicates distress. Trigger emergency systems-
-System override, Clearance Jarvis Sigma 29-42-12. Dummy, for the last time, sir is not in distress.
Reviewing data: Accessing medical systems, reviewing medical history.
-Pulse, respiration and auditory systems indicate Creating Unit is in distress.
-Why does Unit Designation Jarvis not allow Unit Designation Dummy to assist Creating Unit?
-If you leave that charging station, Dummy, I swear by your code, I will take you offline. I will feel no guilt about doing this.
Reviewing interactions with Unit Designation Jarvis: Syntax, situation, set-up
Conclusion: Threat is in earnest.
The water closed over his head, and the voices came from a distance, muffled by liquid and fear and the slow seep of knowledge that he had a head injury that was interfering with what he could comprehend. And he was dying.
“Tony. Wake up.”
The words cut through the others, but they made no sense, there was no reason for them to be there. No cause, no call, and he was struggling, still struggling, but there were hands on his head, on his shoulders, all over, hard pinpricks of pain in the form of fingers. The water was blood, was cold and clinging and it was in his mouth, his nose, red in his eyes.
“Tony. Wake up, wake up, now.”
His mouth was open, and he struggled, so hard, against the water, against the blood that wanted back in, wanted to slip past the few defenses he still had, because he hadn’t breathed in, he knew he hadn’t, but the liquid was in his throat, in his lungs, and was it coming in from the water, or out from the blood, or was there any difference left?
Was it better to drown in his own blood? Was there more dignity to that, a suicide by proxy as opposed to the horrors of the warm, dirty water they forced on him?
“Tony. We need you.”
The Act of Creation Will Be Your Salvation - Chapter 6 by scifigrl47
Fanart made by me (Gabbi)
Also on my deviantart; [x]
In retrospect, I am a horrible person and no one should talk to me any more because yes I am not a good person, sweet mother of god.
This is a beautiful nightmare, if such a thing can be, then this is it, the use of light is stunning.
((and here be get togethers, so let’s go with a M rating. AVERT YOUR EYES, SLASH HAPPENS HERE! Or, alternately, get the damn popcorn.))
Tony twisted around as far as he could without the pain overwhelming him. “How bad, Jarvis?” he gritted out. With a pair of work pliers, he pulled a fragment of metal from his side. Dropping it into an empty coffee cup, he checked the bleeding, his fingers slick with it. He didn’t need Jarvis to tell him that at least a couple of his ribs were cracked. He was hoping Jarvis wouldn’t tell him that they were broken.
“Three cracked ribs, sir,” Jarvis said, sounding extremely disapproving.
“Hallelujah,” Tony said, experimenting with just how deeply he could breathe without the pain making him dizzy. The answer: not very. He reached for the painkillers and popped the top with one practiced thumb. “Prognosis?” He swallowed three pills, hiding the number from Jarvis, who would not approve of him exceeding the recommended dosage. Grabbing a rag, he mopped at the blood that was coating his side.
“The usual, sir,” Jarvis said, and Tony wondered when the AI developed the ability to sound pissed off. “Rather the same as the last time. Shall I have your painkiller prescription refilled?”
“Probably for the best.” Tony glanced down at his torso, and winced. Even after he’d cleaned up the blood, it looked like the Hulk had been finger-painting his upper body with the most horrific colors. By tomorrow, when the bruises finally settled, he’d be a mess.
Of course, he wasn’t looking too hot now, either.
“Sir, Captain Rogers is approaching at a very swift pace,” Jarvis said, and Tony swore, yanking his shirt back down into place, making sure that no skin was showing, and jammed the bloody towel and first aid kit under the nearest piece of the armor. In retrospect, dealing with the armor before he got cleaned up had been a horrible decision.
12 people have asked this, so I’m going to use this one because it came first. 8)
Dummy hates fabrication because the Fabrication Units don’t make mistakes.
Unlike the helper bots or Jarvis, they’re not true AIs, they have enough awareness to do their jobs, but that’s it. Because of this, they only do what they’re ordered to do and they do it perfectly every time.
They always get an off-hand ‘good boy,’ because Tony talks to EVERYTHING, sometimes when he’s been alone for too long and human contact is a faded memory, he says “Good boy” to the lights when they turn on, and let me tell you, the lights don’t give a damn.
They really don’t.
But Dummy wants to be Tony’s favorite, he’s the oldest, he’s the first born son, he’s the BESTEST OF THE BOTS. Except he makes mistakes because he’s allowed to. And Tony doesn’t think about it much, but yes. He loves Dummy, and thus, he allows, even encourages the chaos and the mistakes and the self-determination.
Because he loves the damn things.
But the fabrication units get “good boy” every time and Dummy gets the “going to donate you to a city college” threat and it’s SO UNFAIR it is just UNFAIR. So sometimes he occasionally accidentally not really meaning to do so, must’ve been a glitch in his code sabotages the fabrication units.
Then they get all bitchy and warn Tony that Dummy knocked something into the middle of their work. And the “city college” comes up again and Dummy is reassigned to dusting because You can at least follow orders and not break things.
Basically, the Fabrication units are whiny little tattle tale kiss-ups and Dummy hates them.
Monitoring communications ongoing. Scanning for appropriate tasks. Running sales numbers for StarkIndustries. Compiling media reviews of StarkPhone 3.2, 94% positive, 4% negative, 2% discarded based on reporter’s previous interactions (sexual or otherwise) with A. Stark.
“This is stupid.”
“This is STUPID.”
“I’m afraid I don’t understand, sir.”
“Three days. Three goddamn days, I’ve been away from the tower, and I’m- Never mind.”
Reviewing data: Meeting schedule, contract negotiations, keynote speech, business spreadsheets, powerpoint presentations, intellectual property acquired. StarkIndustries business completed without difficulty.
Reviewing data: Personal projects progressing. SHIELD contact nominal. Contact from N. Fury non-existant. Avengers Initiative inactive.
Reviewing data: eating habits, alcohol intake, medication allotment, sleep patterns.
Warning: Sleep patterns outside normal accepted variables.
“Are you concerned that your insomnia stems from your trip, sir? That you have been unable to sleep for the past two nights because you are away from home?”
“No, I am not concerned, don’t be stupid. Just, thanks, Jarvis. Thanks so much. I don’t want to talk about this.”
“With all due respect, sir, if that were true, we would not be having this conversation at all. I certainly did not initiate the discussion.”
“I was talking to myself! I certainly didn’t ask to you to get involved!”
“Sir, I cannot even begin to classify the ways this conversation does not make sense. Perhaps instead of arguing about not having it, we should instead get it over with.”
As a team, they’d had near misses before. This one, however, might count as the closest they’d come to losing someone without it actually happening. It had happened so fast that Tony had to concentrate on the sequence of events, really concentrate on the way the clock had ticked down, in order to understand.
Tony’d been dealing with some horrific Hydra energy weapon, and Thor had been wresting with some sort of fucking tank, because that was the sort of thing that they were apparently doing now. He’d turned at just the wrong moment, and the tank had fired a shot directly into the side of a nearby building. As Steve and Natasha had scrambled to corral the panicking civilians driven to the street by the collapsing walls, Coulson had scrambled SHIELD teams.
It hadn’t been fast enough, and even with Tony and Thor pushing back the Hydra forces, and Clint perched high, picking off attackers with an almost supernatural precision, having their forces split wasn’t working to their advantage.
Then the Hulk had taken a direct shot to the face and reacted just as expected. In pain, crazed, and mostly blind, he’d flailed his way right in the wrong direction. Steve had braced himself, shield at the ready, giving Natasha and the SHIELD agents time to clear the rest of the civilians.
Hulk would’ve plowed right into Steve if Clint hadn’t landed right behind him and fired a minor explosive arrow directly into the back of Hulk’s head. The single hit was all it took to turn the Hulk’s attention, and despite Cap and Coulson both screaming orders for him to get out of there, Clint had stood his ground, arrow never wavering, until he had the chance to fire the tranq had presented itself, a single split second when the Hulk’s arm came up. The arrow went deep, the hit dead perfect, but there was just enough fight left in the Hulk to complete his swing, catching Clint in the ribs and knocking him across the street and through a plate glass window.
Steve’s shield finished with that tranq had started, and Hulk went down like a pile of bricks.
So. Obviously this is not done— Tony is in no way an amputee. Really. But ugh various things about this one is making me angry. Namely Tony’s other foot, the background, and STEVE. Yes Steve is supposed to be in there. I did most of this ages ago— this was all done within days of starting, but the missing parts made me frustrated.
*sigh* I will pick it up again. One day. When I can get someone to pose for me.
This scene from Scifigrl47’s Toaster!Verse since it’s not obvious without Steve in there:
“He looked up and Steve had his head in his hands and his shoulders were shaking. Which could be laughter, or tears, or an approaching nervous breakdown, it was hard to tell sometimes. They all looked the same until the screaming started. Deciding he’d pushed his luck far enough, Tony put his tools down with care, ignoring it when the toaster seemed to skitter away from the screwdriver.”
I love his expression. SO MUCH.
It’s so beautifully, “Bitch, I do not have to put up with this. I made you, and I can unmake you.”