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❪ WASHINGTON D.C., USA ❫ february 2010
"Mr. Stark, could we pick up now where we left off?" The senator bangs his gavel onto the side, as Tony looks back at Isabella and Pepper sat behind him. He was muttering something about burgers, but Belly couldn't hear over the reporters camera's clicking, the banging of the gavel and Pepper ordering Tony to turn back to the thing at hand, "Mr. Stark, please?
"Yes, dear?" Tony turned, looking at the senator, the crowd chuckled lightly.
"Can I have you attention?"
"Of course."
"Do you or do you not possess a specialised weapon?" The senator asks, clasping his chubby fingers together in front of him.
Tony leant into the mic, "I do not."
"You do not?" The orange man raised a brow.
"I do not." Tony nodded firmly, glancing over his shoulder at Bella who was looking around. "Well, it depends on how you define the word 'weapon'." The nine year old pinched the bridge of her nose in disbelief, trying to argue with her father is useless but then again, he is arguing with a politician and that's useless as well.
"The Iron Man weapon." The Senator sat back in his chair, fiddling with the ring on his pinky finger. Belly's eyes go between the long table of old men, not woman in sight. The patriarchy.
Stark cleared his throat, "My device does not fit that description." He leant forward onto the table.
"Well... How would you describe it?"
"I would describe it by defining it as what it is, Senator." Isabella sighed lightly, crossing one of her legs over the other. She's dressed in a red t-shirt with flare jeans, and her dark hair falls down her back. "It's a high-tech prosthesis." The crowds laughed again, "That is... That is... That's actually the most apt description I can make of it."
"It's a weapon. It's a weapon, Mr. Stark." Senator tried to argue.
"Please, if your priority was actually the well-being of the American citizen--"
