Ironstrange one shots

Bust Your Knee Caps

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Tony opened his eyes, blinking away the last remanence of sleep. He sat up and looked around, swinging his legs off the side of his bed.

He walked to his closet, finding a nice suit and laying it out of the bed. He then walked to his bathroom, turning to look at his face in the mirror.

He froze, when did I have #^!! \#+=

//error #671 rebooting//

He looked at his reflection with indifference, before blinking. That was weird.

He took a quick shower, leaving the bathroom with a towel around his waist. He looked at the suit he had picked and began putting it on.

As he adjusted his cuffs, he walked to his bedside table, opening the drawer to reveal a handgun. He took the gun and tucked it away, hiding it behind the suits jacket.

There was a knock at his door, he shouted a quick "come in" as he smoothed down his suit.

A young boy walked in, chestnut curls falling slightly over his eyes.

P#te+?

//error #271 rebooting//

/this isn't going to work!/
/shut up!/

A young boy walked in, chestnut curls falling slightly over his eyes.

"Mr. Stark?" The boy asked. Tony turned to the boy and quirked a brow. What the hell?

"They found the man that stole part of your shipment. He's being held in the red room, sir." The boy informed. Tony nodded, quickly checking to see that his gun was fully loaded. The boy obviously tensed.

"Is that all?" Tony asked.

"N-no sir," the boy squeaked. "The man requested that I give this to you. Y-your team checked it, it's not dangerous." He held out a piece of paper.

Tony nodded, walking to the boy and plucking the paper out of his hands. "Off with you." He waved the boy out of his room, unfolding the piece of paper.

I figured iT wouldn't be long till i waS caught. there's really NO use in me writing This but i figured, why not? you used to be a good man mR. stark it's a shamE that ALl that good has gone to waste. do me a favour and try remember yourself.

-stephen strange

Tony blinked as he read the message, something inside of him starting to stir.

!T$ N@# &3A?

//system restart: please wait//

/he's remembering, I told you it's not going to work/
/this is our only way to get rid of him! We need this to work/

//system restarted: thank you for your patience//

Tony opened his eyes, blinking away the last remanence of sleep. He sat up, sliding his legs off the bed.

Walking to his closet, he pulled out a suit, laying it out on the bed. He walked to his bathroom and glanced towards the mirror.

He brought his fingers to his neck, tracing the exposed parts of the tattoo he had. Shrugging off the nagging feeling in the back of his head, he took a quick shower.