Iron Man: You Ride With Me
I need an icon with the shot of Iron Man and War Machine from the trailer, and text from the first movie, specifically Rhodes' line to Tony in the desert. I'm sure someone's made it, I just can't find it.
Title: You Ride With Me
Series: None
Word Count: 472
Rating: PG
Disclaimer Post
Summary: Sometimes, Tony just needs a little nudge. Violent attacks and sheer terror count as little, right?
Notes: This is going to be contradicted as soon as the new movie comes out, but I had to write it anyway. I also have a first draft that was very different than this finished product, and I may end up putting that up, too.
It was the sort of attack that had become commonplace since Tony went public with his alter ego-a group of home-grown terrorists with more explosives than sense attacked a bank and a news chopper to draw Iron Man out. James Rhodes didn’t know people did things like that anywhere but in the comics, but then again, Tony Stark. No elaboration needed, the man’s well-deserved reputation was enough to fill in the blanks.
Tony got there just in time to see James go down with a bullet in his shoulder, and after that things got very hazy or very ugly, and James couldn’t quite recall which. He didn’t think his memories of the fight could be trusted, anyway. There was no way Tony could possibly have moved as fast as James seemed to remember, Iron Man armor or not.
The next clear memory he had was of being loaded into the ambulance. Iron Man stood back about four feet from the ambulance. He looked…alien. James had never really separated “Tony” and “Iron Man” before that moment, but there was absolutely nothing of the Tony Stark he knew in the armored warrior who stared him into that ambulance. No matter how he examined it later-and he did, repeatedly and from as many angles as he could think of-James still didn’t know what to make of it.
A month later, standing across from Tony in his underground work room with a silver-black suit of armor between them, he thought maybe he had the answer. He’s been in Tony’s place often enough, watching his painfully civilian friend’s back and hoping-no, praying-that the other guy didn’t have a bigger gun or more people or any of the thousand things that could turn a situation very deadly, very fast.
But James was expected to do that, to think like that-it came with the uniform. For Tony, it came with the armor. He was a soldier now, in a war he really wasn’t prepared for. And maybe he hadn’t really walked into the whole thing with his eyes open-who did that, who could possibly think they could take on all the evil in the world and win-but at least he wasn’t running away.
With that kind of example, how could James do any less? He closed the gap between himself and the armor and laid his hand over the glowing energy source in the chest. Tony nodded his approval.
“Next time, you ride with me.”
James smiled, recognizing the words he’d said to Tony forever ago in the desert. “What’s it called?” he asked, knowing that his armor would provoke a level of attention to detail that Tony hadn’t extended even to his own. It had a name, James was sure of it. Tony, of course, did not disappoint.
“War Machine.”
Title: You Ride With Me
Series: None
Word Count: 472
Rating: PG
Disclaimer Post
Summary: Sometimes, Tony just needs a little nudge. Violent attacks and sheer terror count as little, right?
Notes: This is going to be contradicted as soon as the new movie comes out, but I had to write it anyway. I also have a first draft that was very different than this finished product, and I may end up putting that up, too.
It was the sort of attack that had become commonplace since Tony went public with his alter ego-a group of home-grown terrorists with more explosives than sense attacked a bank and a news chopper to draw Iron Man out. James Rhodes didn’t know people did things like that anywhere but in the comics, but then again, Tony Stark. No elaboration needed, the man’s well-deserved reputation was enough to fill in the blanks.
Tony got there just in time to see James go down with a bullet in his shoulder, and after that things got very hazy or very ugly, and James couldn’t quite recall which. He didn’t think his memories of the fight could be trusted, anyway. There was no way Tony could possibly have moved as fast as James seemed to remember, Iron Man armor or not.
The next clear memory he had was of being loaded into the ambulance. Iron Man stood back about four feet from the ambulance. He looked…alien. James had never really separated “Tony” and “Iron Man” before that moment, but there was absolutely nothing of the Tony Stark he knew in the armored warrior who stared him into that ambulance. No matter how he examined it later-and he did, repeatedly and from as many angles as he could think of-James still didn’t know what to make of it.
A month later, standing across from Tony in his underground work room with a silver-black suit of armor between them, he thought maybe he had the answer. He’s been in Tony’s place often enough, watching his painfully civilian friend’s back and hoping-no, praying-that the other guy didn’t have a bigger gun or more people or any of the thousand things that could turn a situation very deadly, very fast.
But James was expected to do that, to think like that-it came with the uniform. For Tony, it came with the armor. He was a soldier now, in a war he really wasn’t prepared for. And maybe he hadn’t really walked into the whole thing with his eyes open-who did that, who could possibly think they could take on all the evil in the world and win-but at least he wasn’t running away.
With that kind of example, how could James do any less? He closed the gap between himself and the armor and laid his hand over the glowing energy source in the chest. Tony nodded his approval.
“Next time, you ride with me.”
James smiled, recognizing the words he’d said to Tony forever ago in the desert. “What’s it called?” he asked, knowing that his armor would provoke a level of attention to detail that Tony hadn’t extended even to his own. It had a name, James was sure of it. Tony, of course, did not disappoint.
“War Machine.”