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𝐆𝐀𝐑𝐃𝐄𝐍𝐒 𝐁𝐘 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐁𝐀𝐘, 𝐒𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐀𝐏𝐎𝐑𝐄
TONY
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In truth Tony never thought before he behaved or spoke, he never paused to question himself if his reply was the wise one, or solely the first knee-jerk reflex that jumped to his brain. The Iron Man was like a persistent case of the flu to him and he knew he was only a few personal disasters away from contracting it again. Clearly, this was disaster number one. Soon the second one would come up, he was sure of it. No one understood this complex like him, no one but him.
So when he got a call from Victor von Doom, Doctor Doom himself, about the infamous Maiden predicament, he was bound to involve himself in. However, as soon as he had gathered Elle's name in Victor's unceasing rambles, he knew he could not hold the fort and watch no more. He had already put Margo in jeopardy without being there to aid her but not this time.
The reactor core was both Tony's archenemy and best friend.
His essential brain was begging him for logical thought processes, prodding at him as he had stared the core down. This time, he was thinking of Elle; it wasn't making differences given the current situation. The caustic sting of defeat issued in him by backtracking and creating justifications for the transgression. There was no way he was going to try and tame the part of him that wanted the armour on for the obsession of it. It was his higher mind against the chronological years of evolution so he had lost.
Despite his inward protests, he seized the armour on and followed Strange out without another word. He had failed, no need to be a bitch about it. One last time, he comforted himself. By next week, he was going relieve himself of his most valuable assets. Might as well enjoy it while it lasts.
He felt like a low-key addict when he felt the familiar armour materialize over his body. Like devoid of his drug for decades, the warping feeling felt like the swaddle of arms he never wanted to leave. And boy, was he excited to test out the newest additions in the few weeks time he held to redesign.
'Here, Doomsy. Come out, come out wherever you are.'
'He's not a dog,' the sorcerer hissed.
'Do you know Victor?' Tony hissed back. 'Everything about him screams wet dog.'
Stephen seemed least bothered as he headed out of the interdimensional portal. This was exactly where he had tracked the closest energy trails, a small trail at the southside of the tourist spot. Given the time at the location, he knew crowds would be null. Far ahead, the twelve supertree structures dominated the ranges in their melange of green and violets.
