New update! It's hard to juggle 3 stories at once!
Sorry for the swearing!
It seemed that the movie waited, well, it did as long as everybody was mentally stable.
Steve wasn't sure exactly what they had just briefly seen; Natasha was dreading the worse, having read the reports. Thor was oblivious, Clint understood, and Bruce knew about it completely.
This movie was going to be tough.
They looked at the screen as a narrator took the place, magazine covers slipping onto the screen.
"Jarvis?" Bruce asked, not wanting to deal with this yet.
"I am sorry, Dr. Banner. It is beyond my control."
"Yeah right." Steve muttered under his breath, crossing his arms and glaring at the magazine cover.
"Even from an early age, the son of legendary weapons developer Howard Stark quickly stole the spotlight with his brilliant and unique mind."
"Howard?" Steve asked nobody, looking at how his friend had changed.
"At age four, he built his first circuit board. At age six, his first engine."
"Tony was a cute kid." Clint snorted, looking at the new magazine cover that showed him, standing next to an older man with a fake smile.
"And at 17. He graduated Summa Cum Laude from MIT. Then, the passing of a titan."
"A car accident? Howard Stark died from a car accident?" Steve whispered, sinking back in his chair as a new magazine cover popped up, he looked at the screen in shock as it passed, the others throwing concerned looks.
"Howard Stark's lifelong friend and ally, Obadiah Stane, steps in to help fill the gap left by the legendary founder, until at age 21, the prodigal son returns and is appointed the new CEO of Stark Industries."
"Who's Obadiah Stane?" Clint frowned, and Natasha bit her lip- she knew all of this stuff.
"Tasha?" Clint asked, slightly hurt that he wasn't allowed to know.
"You'll find out in the movie." She muttered, looking away.
"With the keys to the kingdom, Tony ushers in a new era for his father's legacy, creating smarter weapons, advanced robotics, satellite targeting. Today, Tony Stark has changed the face of the weapons industry by ensuring freedom and protecting America and her interests around the globe."
"That was for a show?" Clint asked, eyes raised as the camera spiraled out, showing many people sitting in a large auditorium clapping. A man in a suit stood at the podium, talking to the crowd.
"As liaison to Stark Industries, I've had the unique privilege of serving with a real patriot. He is my friend and he is my great mentor. Ladies and gentlemen, it is my honor to present this year's Apogee Award to Mr. Tony Stark. Tony?"
The man looked around slightly, glancing at Obadiah who shook his head slightly before rising and walking forward instead.
"Thank you, Colonel."
"Thanks for the save." The man mutters to Obadiah before handing over the award and stepping back.
"This is beautiful, Thank you. Thank you all very much. This is wonderful." The man smiled, nodding to the camera while inspecting the award.
"He doesn't care for it at all, does he?" Bruce sighed, and Steve gave a slight laugh at that.
"Well, I'm not Tony Stark. But if I were Tony, I would tell you how honored I feel and what a joy it is to receive this very prestigious award…Tony, you know, the best thing about tony is also the worst thing. He's always working."
"What?" Steve asked in surprise, eyebrows lifting up.
"Doesn't this Friend of Friend Stark know he at all?" Thor grumbled, confused.
The scene changed, Tony in Vegas throwing dice on a gambling table, smirking as his sunglass covered eyes watch where they fall.
"Work it! Come on!" Tony shouted, looking at the dice as the man from before walks through the crowd.
"You are unbelievable."
"Oh, no! Did they rope you into this?" Tony sighed, throwing the dice again.
"Nobody roped me into anything!"
"I'm so sorry." Tony apologizes, although the man ignores him and continues on.
"But they told me that if I presented you with an award, you'd be deeply honored."
"Oh course I'd be deeply honored. And it's you, that's great." Tony responds, eyes grazing over a women to his right and almost completely ignoring the man.
"So, when do we do it?"
"It's right here. Here you go." The man glares as he hands over the award, Tony picks it up in surprise, weighing it in his hand.
"There it is. That was easy…I'm so sorry." He apologizes again, although the other man is still upset.
"Yeah, it's okay." The man sighs, rolling his eyes.
"Wow, would you look at that? That's something else. I don't have any of those floating around." He smirks, before handing the award carelessly to a woman on his right before leaning over to grab all of his won chips from the table.
"Give me a hand, will you? Give me a little something-something." Tony smirks, holding up his hand of dice and the woman on his right blows slowly over his hand, he then moves his hand to the man's face.
"Okay, you too."
"I don't blow on a man's dice." He growls, pushing his hand away where the dice roll out and fly across the table.
"There it is! Lieutenant Colonel Rhodes rolls! And…Two craps. Line Away."
"That's what happens." Rhodes mutters, Tony rolling his shoulders as chips are taken from him.
"Worse things have happened. I think we're going to be fine."
They're walking out side by side, Tony snaps to a man on his left.
"Color me up, William."
"This is where I exit." Rhodes sighs, nodding to another exit.
"Tomorrow, don't be late!"
"Yeah, you can count on it."
"I know, I know." Tony mock waves, rolling his eyes before walking towards his car, body guards on either side of him.
"Render unto Caesar. That which is Caesar's. There you go." Tony speaks, tossing his recently won award at a man who was dressed in old armor to take pictures.
"He just got that award!" Steve bursts out, breaking the well placed silence as everyone boiled in his or her own thoughts.
"Friend Stark is different than this." Thor frowned, watching the careless Tony walk on.
"Mr. Stark! Excuse me, Mr. Stark!"
The bodyguards grab her; she flashes a smile towards Tony who is facing his chauffer.
"Christine Everhart, Vanity Fair magazine. Can I ask you a couple of questions?" She asks, and Tony briefly looks at his driver, who inspects the woman.
"She's cute." The driver responds, Tony spinning away to look at the woman.
"Yeah, okay let's go."
"He only goes for it if they're cute?" Bruce frowns, thinking a little less of his science friend.
"You've been called the Da Vinci of our time. What do you say to that?"
"Absolutely ridiculous. I don't paint."
"He's just throwing these questions away!" Steve bursts out again, fury rising to a new level.
"It's what he does, Steve." Natasha sighed, looking at the screen.
"And what do you say to your other nickname? ' The Merchant of Death'?" The smile slides off her face, causing her to look disappointedly at him.
"That's not bad. Let me guess. Berkeley?" He smirks, completely amused by the name.
"He finds that name funny?" This time it's Clint who outbursts, glaring and grinding his teeth at the horrible name.
"Brown, actually." She dryly corrects, holding the microphone up to him.
"Well, Ms. Brown, it's an imperfect world, but it's the only one we've got. I guarantee you, the day weapons are no longer needed to keep the peace, and I'll start making bricks and beams for baby hospitals."
"Rehearse that much?"
"Every night in front of the mirror before bedtime."
"I can see that."
"I'd like to show you first-hand."
"We don't need this, Stark." Natasha ground out between her teeth, eyes narrowing into a glare.
"All I want is a serious answer."
"Okay, here's serious. My old man had a philosophy, 'Peace means having a bigger stick than the other guy'."
"That's a great line coming from the guy selling the sticks."
"My father helped defeat the Nazis. He worked on the Manhattan Project. A lot of people, including your professors at Brown would call that being a hero."
"And a lot of people would also call that war profiteering."
"She has guts." Clint muttered, watching the tense interrogation.
"Tell me, do you plan to report on the millions we've saved by advancing medical technology, or kept from starvation with our intelli-crops? All those breakthroughs, military funding, honey."
"You ever lose an hour of sleep your whole life?"
"I'd be prepared to lose a few with you."
New scene- they're-
"We do NOT need to see that!" Clint yelps, falling off the chair he was perched on while the others immediately went to shield their eyes.
"Clint- Tony's a playboy. He does this a lot." Natasha groaned, she too, averting her eyes from the screen.
"He does this a lot?" Steve squeaked, hiding his eyes to protect his modesty.
"…Shit, we're screwed." Clint groaned.
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