Footage recovered encrypted from AI codename JARVIS during routine SHIELD audit of archives. (May 2110)
Tony smirks at the camera. “Now, even I’m not arrogant enough to believe I’m still going to be around to see how this turned out.”
“Hmm.” An almost-laugh in the background.
Tony turns around to smile at the sound.
Cut. Take 2.
“Supposedly in a hundred years or so, they’re going to wheel this out during another Expo, to show off just how long this city was in the making. Maybe I will be around to see it. Who knows, maybe Steve got pissed off and decided to shove me in the ice for a decade or five.”
“Tony!”
“What? Like they don’t know already. We’re in the history books.”
She walks into frame, her arms folded. “I thought you were going to aim at humility for once?”
“It’s just such a small target. Anyway, I’m in the history books now. Iron Man is officially part of the high school education.”
“Sex-ed?”
Tony whistles. “Potts, I’m clearly a bad influence on you.”
“Tony, just start the recording again.”
Take three.
“So, this was Dad’s dream. I’ve refined it a little bit since then. Less Art Deco, more… well, more swimming pools, anyway. And nightclubs. For a man who- never mind. So you have me to thank for the fun stuff.”
There is a feminine growl, and the camera pulls away from Tony. He tries to pull it back. The focus of the video wobbles wildly and then cuts off.
Take four.
“I got the power-source going, will you at least give me that? Show them science fair exhibit. I made the arc reactor sustainable and practical. Granted, mostly because I wanted to not-die, but the end result turned out okay.” Tony grins. “So really you all have my phenomenal self-interest to thank for your situation today. As long as it’s a good situation. If you’ve screwed it up, blame yourselves.”
A pen flies into frame and bounces off Tony’s head.
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The Architects pt1; Iron Man movie - Tony/Pepper; PG
Date: 2010-06-04 02:24 am (UTC)Tony smirks at the camera. “Now, even I’m not arrogant enough to believe I’m still going to be around to see how this turned out.”
“Hmm.” An almost-laugh in the background.
Tony turns around to smile at the sound.
Cut. Take 2.
“Supposedly in a hundred years or so, they’re going to wheel this out during another Expo, to show off just how long this city was in the making. Maybe I will be around to see it. Who knows, maybe Steve got pissed off and decided to shove me in the ice for a decade or five.”
“Tony!”
“What? Like they don’t know already. We’re in the history books.”
She walks into frame, her arms folded. “I thought you were going to aim at humility for once?”
“It’s just such a small target. Anyway, I’m in the history books now. Iron Man is officially part of the high school education.”
“Sex-ed?”
Tony whistles. “Potts, I’m clearly a bad influence on you.”
“Tony, just start the recording again.”
Take three.
“So, this was Dad’s dream. I’ve refined it a little bit since then. Less Art Deco, more… well, more swimming pools, anyway. And nightclubs. For a man who- never mind. So you have me to thank for the fun stuff.”
There is a feminine growl, and the camera pulls away from Tony. He tries to pull it back. The focus of the video wobbles wildly and then cuts off.
Take four.
“I got the power-source going, will you at least give me that? Show them science fair exhibit. I made the arc reactor sustainable and practical. Granted, mostly because I wanted to not-die, but the end result turned out okay.” Tony grins. “So really you all have my phenomenal self-interest to thank for your situation today. As long as it’s a good situation. If you’ve screwed it up, blame yourselves.”
A pen flies into frame and bounces off Tony’s head.
(cont)