Howard Stark is all for theory, and theory states that a cat in a box with bomb is both dead and alive. The laws of nature and order, however, insist it can't be both. Nevertheless, a mortal, a god, and an assassin might just prove the galaxy wrong.
Howard Stark is all for theory, and theory states that a cat in a box with bomb is both dead and alive. The laws of nature and order, however, insist it can't be both. Nevertheless, a mortal, a god, and an assassin might just prove the galaxy wrong.
Howard doesn't quite understand why he's being hunted by a mysterious assassin, or why he has to put up with a mischievous god. All he knows is he's trying to turn his life around while being intrigued by Death. If he has to deal with fantasy and nightmares, why isn't he allowed to court it?
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grief [ /griːf/ ] noun 1. Deep mental anguish, as that arising from bereavement.
This explains how I feel about Sherlock being back on Hiatus.
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Hiddleston explains that as Loki's anger grows, so do his horns. "It's all that jealousy. It might be a crazy analogy, but the more Pinocchio lies, the bigger the nose gets. And the more Loki's pain and rage expand, the bigger the horns get. Also, they just look more badass. By The Avengers 3, I'll be like a magic elk."
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oh my god *dies*
As he entered his own dimension, he descended to the top floor of his residence. He glanced about the familiar territory, feeling like a stranger. The comforts of life seemed so foreign to him. Tony shook the thought from his mind. He had felt something similar after Afghanistan as well.
His first stop was the bar in the far corner, where he poured himself a glass of scotch. It burned as it went down. He probably shouldn't be drinking, but he needed to ease the tension in his body. He set the empty glass on the counter and glanced toward the balcony. He smiled softly when he noticed a familiar strawberry blonde looking over the city.
Quietly, he walked out onto the balcony, wincing slightly as his muscles began to groan. Perhaps he should be in bed again.
He smirked softly. "How was the funeral?"
Her wide, watery green eyes turned to him. "Tony?!"
He approached Pepper and pulled her into a tight hug. He felt her body tense before she relaxed and hugged him.
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But if you close your eyes, does it almost feel like nothing changed at all?
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Can you make the face that you’re making on that poster? x
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Because I know some of you are going to fucking freak out laughing.
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"Some believe that before the universe, there was nothing. They’re wrong. There was darkness…and it has survived."
He shuddered as the two guards grabbed his arms and dragged him into the open room. They slammed him onto a gurney and removed his shackles. Before he could react, they strapped him to the bed. When they spread his arms and strapped them down, he couldn't help feeling like a death row inmate.
"I noticed you met one of our favorite guests that didn't turn out quite right," the doctor said as he wiped the inside of Tony's left elbow with an alcohol swab.
"Guests? You've tortured or killed everyone in this fucking place!" Tony spat as his heart continued to frantically pound in his chest. "What the hell are you doing here?"
The doctor shrugged as he tied a tourniquet around Tony's bicep. "That's an interesting question. You see, we are attempting to adapt to the future. Something I heard you are familiar with, Mr. Stark. Your neighbor next door was just an attempt at that."
Tony looked at him. "I don't see how this is considered 'the future'."
"I know you're aware of mutants; well, it's no different than that. Humans are dying to evolve—literally—but are unable to do so in their lifetime. We're looking at giving them the option to become just as good as those immortals believe themselves to be." He reached for a needle lying on the table behind him. "This will hurt. But if all goes well in the next few hours, you'll be the first successful guest to complete it."
He bit the inside of his cheek. "How many have you tried it on?"
The doctor shook his head. "Numbers don't matter."
"I can't even walk in the door without you hounding me, can I, Maya?"
She moved beside him, following him to the bar. "Very funny. Where have you been? Conference started yesterday."
"World needed me, obviously," he replied, making his way to the tender and ordering a martini. It's not like we're that close anyway. "So what'd I miss?"
"There was an interesting lecture on Gamma Rays—"
Tony shook his head. "Except I know the world's leading expert, so I probably could have taught them a few things."
"There was also something about mutants."
"At this sort of conference?" Tony questioned as he took his drink and sipped. Didn't think Charles came to these sorts of conferences. "Did Xavier lead it?"
"No, it was a woman," Maya replied with a brow raised.
"That Jean girl? Xavier's protégé or whomever?"
"Yes… Since when do you know Professor Xavier so well?"
"Since none of your business, Maya." I'm ditching her as soon as I have the chance. He looked at a man across the bar with brown hair. Tony was surprised to see a woman seated next to him. She threaded her fingers through mocha hair and moved closer to him. "Okay, what bimbo's talking to Killian this year?"
"That floozy's only the latest victim," Maya replied. "He had a few others yesterday, but she's stuck. By the way, he's presenting this year."
"I don't know who lets him in. This conference is for established scientists and successes in technology and the like. Which reminds me, why are you here?" Stark sighed and sipped his martini.
Shuffling his helmet to his other hand, Tony looked at the blue alien in the cell. Kang held his head in his hands and seemed unaware that Stark had approached. Tony had never seen a man—or alien—so defeated and momentarily felt pity on him. In the next instant, he shifted slightly, causing his shoulder to screech in pain—reminding him of the battle they'd just won against Kang.
Stupid alien.
"You destroyed it," Kang whispered softly.
Tony's brow rose as he moved closer to the electrical barrier that was keeping the alien in. "Destroyed what?"
"Everything."
Ambiguous bastard. "What's 'everything'?"
The alien shook his head slowly. "The world as you know it—as I knew it."
Tony scoffed. "That so?"
"Oh, yes," Kang hissed softly. "I know because I have seen the future. I know what it offers." He looked up at Tony—dark eyes boring into him. "However, I did not realize this went beyond the decisions of Captain America. This is much worse."