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iron_ically) wrote2012-10-29 04:54 pm
iron_ically) wrote2012-10-29 04:54 pm
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musewrite Prompt Set 21
[we all have to decide for ourselves how much sin we can live with—Nicky Thompson (Boardwalk Empire)]
“Sir, there’s been another video uploaded to youtube.”
“Show me.”
The screen flickered and the video started. Tony was unsurprised to see his bare ass Imax sized on the screen. He executed an impressive swan dive, considering how much scotch he’d had at that point in the evening, from the roof of Stark Tower. He was thankfully wearing the watch that activated the mobile suit. The phone camera responsible for the video panned down capturing the mobile suit as it caught up to him and surrounded his body long before the swan dive ever became a suicide. The camera continued to video his antics as he landed on the roof of the building once more. That was when the real party had started, although if he was very honest, he didn’t remember much about the evening after that. He’d consumed an astounding amount of scotch in a very short amount of time. He was paying a clean up crew an equally astounding amount of money to clean up said party on the roof top right now.
Privatizing world peace, working alone in the wake of the New York incident and atoning for past indiscretions had been more difficult than Tony had ever imagined. He’d urged Bruce to deal with ‘the other guy’ but Tony was having difficulty dealing with his own monsters. Nothing had gone as it he’d thought it would. He was supposed to do good things and be rewarded with some sort of redemption, a sense of peace and completion that had alluded him thus far. He’d discovered that karma was, indeed, a bitch and she was determined to have her way with his peace of mind. As Natasha would say, his ledger was full of red and it refused to be sated simply because Tony had done a few things to put it in the black. It turned out, saving the world once or twice didn’t account for as much black as he had thought it would. There was always so much more to make up for.
“Play it again.”
“Sir…”
“Play it again, Jarvis. In fact, put the damn thing on a loop. Let’s see if we can get my ass on the front page of youtube by five.”
“Of course, Sir.”
Some sins were easier to live with than others.
“Sir, there’s been another video uploaded to youtube.”
“Show me.”
The screen flickered and the video started. Tony was unsurprised to see his bare ass Imax sized on the screen. He executed an impressive swan dive, considering how much scotch he’d had at that point in the evening, from the roof of Stark Tower. He was thankfully wearing the watch that activated the mobile suit. The phone camera responsible for the video panned down capturing the mobile suit as it caught up to him and surrounded his body long before the swan dive ever became a suicide. The camera continued to video his antics as he landed on the roof of the building once more. That was when the real party had started, although if he was very honest, he didn’t remember much about the evening after that. He’d consumed an astounding amount of scotch in a very short amount of time. He was paying a clean up crew an equally astounding amount of money to clean up said party on the roof top right now.
Privatizing world peace, working alone in the wake of the New York incident and atoning for past indiscretions had been more difficult than Tony had ever imagined. He’d urged Bruce to deal with ‘the other guy’ but Tony was having difficulty dealing with his own monsters. Nothing had gone as it he’d thought it would. He was supposed to do good things and be rewarded with some sort of redemption, a sense of peace and completion that had alluded him thus far. He’d discovered that karma was, indeed, a bitch and she was determined to have her way with his peace of mind. As Natasha would say, his ledger was full of red and it refused to be sated simply because Tony had done a few things to put it in the black. It turned out, saving the world once or twice didn’t account for as much black as he had thought it would. There was always so much more to make up for.
“Play it again.”
“Sir…”
“Play it again, Jarvis. In fact, put the damn thing on a loop. Let’s see if we can get my ass on the front page of youtube by five.”
“Of course, Sir.”
Some sins were easier to live with than others.
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With practiced ease, she ducked under one of the computer's hologram screens and put the coffee on the desk closest to her boss's hand, spread the mail across the front of the desk - most important on top, and deposited the file folders in the appropriate places. When she finished, she held out the fat stack of papers.
"Pardon, sir, but I've procured the pertinent printout per your instructions. The previous purchaser of the item in question procured it using particularly pernicious means. It was very inappropriate. Perhaps you would prefer something less pestiferous?"
Perhaps Tony shouldn't have let Pepper pick her own replacement while she was busy out of town.