Above all else, Tony is a mathematical, statistical, and scientific genius. His brain operates on a much higher level than most people--and that, in essence, is his superpower. He may not have super-strength or martial arts training, but his Iron Man suit is a reflection of just how his intelligence works around his lack of physical fighting capability. The suit is a streamlined, efficient weapon and stealth device--capable of flight, nearly bullet-proof, and tricked out with built-in ammunition and blasters on both palms.
Additionally, Tony's engineering expertise extends to his creation of several high-functioning A.I.--most particularly JARVIS, the sentient computer system that runs his house and powers his suit. He's also a computer genius, able to hack into high security programs and systems.
A lot of things run through Tony's head-- Like the little picture of Pepper in the corner of his eye, flickering, one steady reminder of the Earth below him, of the life that would be taken if he'd let the thing he was holding in his arms fall to the ground. Like how he'd dream of space when alone in his bed as a child, and sneak up after dark to look through a telescope and imagine a world much different than the one he was on-- One where pressure wouldn't close around him, where his father's disapproving words were a distant echo, where he could let his mind and imagination run wild and free.
This isn't that space. This is something cold and empty, stretching far beyond what he can see or comprehend, and distantly he can see whatever fortress the--(Chi-something. Chipotle? Chitauri.)--are using to deploy their forces, and thinks this is it.
Everything is cold and swallowing around him, and he lets the nuke go. Pressure builds and crushes him, breaking through his armor and turning it to pieces, and the force of the explosion buils and forces him back. It's funny, how indestructible he'd felt when he'd first put on the suit compared to now. It's no longer a shell that protects him, that shields him from the spearing eye of the public and the concern of those closest to him. Instead it's a feeble visage slowly peeling away, breaking down as he drops out of the portal like a doll.
The image of Pepper disappears and he blacks out--and the last image he has of space isn't of the stretching, sprawling world of promise he'd imagined as a kid. It's oppressive and bleak. It's horrifying.
Tony Stark | MCU [2/2]
Above all else, Tony is a mathematical, statistical, and scientific genius. His brain operates on a much higher level than most people--and that, in essence, is his superpower. He may not have super-strength or martial arts training, but his Iron Man suit is a reflection of just how his intelligence works around his lack of physical fighting capability. The suit is a streamlined, efficient weapon and stealth device--capable of flight, nearly bullet-proof, and tricked out with built-in ammunition and blasters on both palms.
Additionally, Tony's engineering expertise extends to his creation of several high-functioning A.I.--most particularly JARVIS, the sentient computer system that runs his house and powers his suit. He's also a computer genius, able to hack into high security programs and systems.
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The sky breaks.
A lot of things run through Tony's head-- Like the little picture of Pepper in the corner of his eye, flickering, one steady reminder of the Earth below him, of the life that would be taken if he'd let the thing he was holding in his arms fall to the ground. Like how he'd dream of space when alone in his bed as a child, and sneak up after dark to look through a telescope and imagine a world much different than the one he was on-- One where pressure wouldn't close around him, where his father's disapproving words were a distant echo, where he could let his mind and imagination run wild and free.
This isn't that space. This is something cold and empty, stretching far beyond what he can see or comprehend, and distantly he can see whatever fortress the--(Chi-something. Chipotle? Chitauri.)--are using to deploy their forces, and thinks this is it.
Everything is cold and swallowing around him, and he lets the nuke go. Pressure builds and crushes him, breaking through his armor and turning it to pieces, and the force of the explosion buils and forces him back. It's funny, how indestructible he'd felt when he'd first put on the suit compared to now. It's no longer a shell that protects him, that shields him from the spearing eye of the public and the concern of those closest to him. Instead it's a feeble visage slowly peeling away, breaking down as he drops out of the portal like a doll.
The image of Pepper disappears and he blacks out--and the last image he has of space isn't of the stretching, sprawling world of promise he'd imagined as a kid. It's oppressive and bleak. It's horrifying.
He tumbles down to the world below.