( SotP for January. Ideas for NDPD for all very welcome. )

He was not in the workshop. He had things to do down there, a new chemical treatment for his symptoms to continue development on, but right now, he was sitting on the deck with his feet up, watching the afternoon turn into early evening and sipping a drink ( Read more... )

If chemistry had been entirely like cooking, it would have been easy, really. Take one part lithium, two parts oxygen, mix, enjoy ( Read more... )

He hadn't been back to the house in some time. He hadn't been anywhere, really, in some time, had spent a considerable amount of time simply sitting atop the water tower, during a hurricane, and then he'd spent some time fixing the damage ( Read more... )

Tony was late for his own party, or at least the part of it that involved other people. The drinking and the merrymaking, he'd made advances on on his own, although he was having to work hard at the first one to get the second one to take ( Read more... )

Pepper Potts was unequivocally a morning person. This particular affliction hadn't been a conscious choice, but she'd always embraced it nonetheless; the quiet early hours were often the best time for getting things done. With few exceptions, she tended to be enthusiastic when waking, never the sort to linger or be lazy while stretched across ( Read more... )

It was time, Tony thought, to revisit the idea of long distance communications.

Such as it was. Odd thing, that, a year or more on the island and you started thinking about ten miles as long-distance. A missile that covered ten times that distance was still short-range. A man with one of those could sit on the second island and blow up whatever he ( Read more... )

They didn't exactly allow alcohol for clinic in-patients, and Tony hadn't been able to get out to sneak any in. He was sober. He had clairty of thought. He was undampened.

He wasn't fond of the state. Especially when all his remarkable mind was doing, right then, was running things over and over in his head.

I saw young Americans killed by the ( Read more... )

Tony had a remarkable facility for being up and active the morning after a party. It might have been attributable to the fact that he had not ventured outside once and had thus escaped the sun, traditional scourge of the hung over, but the loud classic rock blaring in the workshop sort of ruled out the idea he had any concerns on that front ( Read more... )

It wasn't that Tony missed the meetings, or the interviews, or the public appearances. The speeches and whatnot. And not just because of all the times he didn't show up. But they did go a certain way to filling certain hours, and sometimes attractive scientists attended and told him about his beautiful mind, which was nice, and then they engaged in ( Read more... )