Iron Man fic: Life, Love and Donuts - Addictions (2)
Couldn't help it. I actually like this much more than the first Addictions one-shot.
Title: Addictions (2)
Fandom: Iron Man (Movie)
Pairing: Pepperony
Summary: After becoming Iron Man, Tony Stark gained a new addiction... Along with this one.
Note: I'm tired of reading about addictions to coffee, alcohol and stuff. Here's my take. (Now with fewer donuts!)
Warning: None
He’ll never get tired of this.
As he cut through the air, the adrenalin pumping through his bloodstream, he savoured the feel of freedom. Freedom to do as he pleased without trouble. Freedom to fly in ways no other human (other than Rhodey) would ever experience. Freedom to LIVE.
The rush of the air around him was tempting him to raise his faceplate and feel the wind in his face. Of course, JARVIS advised him against it (that killjoy). It probably isn’t fun to have your face destroyed by air movement at high speed anyway. (Another reason why the Ariel Atom wasn’t a part of his ‘cars that can go really fast’ collection.)
Ever since he became Iron Man, these flights off the coast of Malibu were a nightly routine of his. The intoxicating feel of free flight was addictive, prompting him to step into his armour whenever he needed space or stress relief. The feeling of raw power beneath his feet and in his palms never ceased to fuel his ego with the knowledge that he made this possible, and no one else could.
Really, how many geniuses had the money and resources to create something like this? Most millionaires were too busy seducing everything that moved, or buying out entire continents. He knew better. Well, at least he does now. What’s the point of being both a genius and a billionaire if you don’t make a metal suit of armour that can fly? Idiots.
Seeking more thrills, he angled his boots toward the ground below him, allowing the suit to climb higher into the clouds. The last time he had tried this, the Mark II had iced up and shut down his suit’s systems. This time, he was certain nothing of the sort would happen. Unless he overlooked something.
Again.
As the suit climbed higher and higher, he could feel the flight suit he wore within the metal casing pressurizing, maintaining blood flow to his vital organs. Warm oxygen gas was injected right into his nostrils, prompting a sneeze out of him. Okay, that might need work. Other than that, the new improvements he made from Mark III onwards seemed to be working well. The moon was getting closer as he broke through the 20km mark and into the stratosphere.
“Tony, if you’re quite done with your ego trip, I need you back at the mansion to look over a few things.” A familiar voice spoke through the helmet’s internal speakers.
Bad timing, Potts, he thought. I’m about to make history as the First Superhero In Space. He ignored Pepper’s message, continuing to speed through the stratosphere.
After a minute of silence, Pepper seemed to realise that the man-child named Tony Stark wasn’t returning to the mansion. How did he know? His repulsors abruptly shut off without his command, sending him plummeting toward the ocean below him. Not for the first time, he wondered why he even bothered to install a remote kill switch in his workshop for his suit.
Minutes of attempting to swim back to the shore later (to no avail), his systems were back online, allowing him to return home. He staggered through the entrance for the garage, muting JARVIS after a remark about how there are more dignified ways to die than by your own girlfriend’s hands. Or finger, in this case. He dropped the waterlogged helmet onto his work table, grinning guiltily at an annoyed Pepper.
“So ah, what did you want me to look over again?”
She still didn’t look amused. In fact, she was pointing at his helmet now. Or rather, she was pointing at a pile of contracts he was supposed to sign- oh. This wasn’t going well now, was it? Pepper turned on her heels, heading for the door. He hadn’t even removed the suit yet, his metallic boot making clunking noises as he chased after her.
“I’m so sorry Pepper, you know I’m addicted to flying and I couldn’t help it, well it’s better than drinkin-“
Without warning, Pepper stopped in her tracks, turned and kissed him on the lips in one smooth movement. It was a quickie, as he liked to call it. Not too intimate, yet it leaves him wanting so much more.
“Make it up to me upstairs, then we’ll talk.”
As she went up to the bedroom, Tony quickly stripped himself of his beloved suit. After being in a relationship with Pepper for a couple of months, he was getting addicted to her company. He’ll be damned if he had to give up his nights with her to fly.
… Curse both of his addictions.
Title: Addictions (2)
Fandom: Iron Man (Movie)
Pairing: Pepperony
Summary: After becoming Iron Man, Tony Stark gained a new addiction... Along with this one.
Note: I'm tired of reading about addictions to coffee, alcohol and stuff. Here's my take. (Now with fewer donuts!)
Warning: None
He’ll never get tired of this.
As he cut through the air, the adrenalin pumping through his bloodstream, he savoured the feel of freedom. Freedom to do as he pleased without trouble. Freedom to fly in ways no other human (other than Rhodey) would ever experience. Freedom to LIVE.
The rush of the air around him was tempting him to raise his faceplate and feel the wind in his face. Of course, JARVIS advised him against it (that killjoy). It probably isn’t fun to have your face destroyed by air movement at high speed anyway. (Another reason why the Ariel Atom wasn’t a part of his ‘cars that can go really fast’ collection.)
Ever since he became Iron Man, these flights off the coast of Malibu were a nightly routine of his. The intoxicating feel of free flight was addictive, prompting him to step into his armour whenever he needed space or stress relief. The feeling of raw power beneath his feet and in his palms never ceased to fuel his ego with the knowledge that he made this possible, and no one else could.
Really, how many geniuses had the money and resources to create something like this? Most millionaires were too busy seducing everything that moved, or buying out entire continents. He knew better. Well, at least he does now. What’s the point of being both a genius and a billionaire if you don’t make a metal suit of armour that can fly? Idiots.
Seeking more thrills, he angled his boots toward the ground below him, allowing the suit to climb higher into the clouds. The last time he had tried this, the Mark II had iced up and shut down his suit’s systems. This time, he was certain nothing of the sort would happen. Unless he overlooked something.
Again.
As the suit climbed higher and higher, he could feel the flight suit he wore within the metal casing pressurizing, maintaining blood flow to his vital organs. Warm oxygen gas was injected right into his nostrils, prompting a sneeze out of him. Okay, that might need work. Other than that, the new improvements he made from Mark III onwards seemed to be working well. The moon was getting closer as he broke through the 20km mark and into the stratosphere.
“Tony, if you’re quite done with your ego trip, I need you back at the mansion to look over a few things.” A familiar voice spoke through the helmet’s internal speakers.
Bad timing, Potts, he thought. I’m about to make history as the First Superhero In Space. He ignored Pepper’s message, continuing to speed through the stratosphere.
After a minute of silence, Pepper seemed to realise that the man-child named Tony Stark wasn’t returning to the mansion. How did he know? His repulsors abruptly shut off without his command, sending him plummeting toward the ocean below him. Not for the first time, he wondered why he even bothered to install a remote kill switch in his workshop for his suit.
Minutes of attempting to swim back to the shore later (to no avail), his systems were back online, allowing him to return home. He staggered through the entrance for the garage, muting JARVIS after a remark about how there are more dignified ways to die than by your own girlfriend’s hands. Or finger, in this case. He dropped the waterlogged helmet onto his work table, grinning guiltily at an annoyed Pepper.
“So ah, what did you want me to look over again?”
She still didn’t look amused. In fact, she was pointing at his helmet now. Or rather, she was pointing at a pile of contracts he was supposed to sign- oh. This wasn’t going well now, was it? Pepper turned on her heels, heading for the door. He hadn’t even removed the suit yet, his metallic boot making clunking noises as he chased after her.
“I’m so sorry Pepper, you know I’m addicted to flying and I couldn’t help it, well it’s better than drinkin-“
Without warning, Pepper stopped in her tracks, turned and kissed him on the lips in one smooth movement. It was a quickie, as he liked to call it. Not too intimate, yet it leaves him wanting so much more.
“Make it up to me upstairs, then we’ll talk.”
As she went up to the bedroom, Tony quickly stripped himself of his beloved suit. After being in a relationship with Pepper for a couple of months, he was getting addicted to her company. He’ll be damned if he had to give up his nights with her to fly.
… Curse both of his addictions.