Way Walker Chronicles: Avengers
The Man with the Golden Armor
3rd Person
Black Widow returned to the group with a startling change in attitude. Seeming shaken, she insisted that the frumpy-looking girl was dangerous enough that challenging her was a hazard, and the best option to do as she said. Needless to say, her team did not agree. While they argued with her, Tony slipped out of the room to go speak to the girl himself. He’d convinced himself that with his track record with beautiful women, dealing with one plain Jane would be a snap.
“So, I’m Tony Stark, head of Stark Industries. You might recognize my superhero name better, though.” With the brilliant smile that had netted him playboy bunnies and European heiresses, he lay on his master stroke. “I’m Iron Man.”
The girl was not impressed. “I know who you are. I just don’t care. The look you mistake for ignorance is a symptom of my broken give-a-damn.”
“Look here, you little….” He fought for control of his emotions. “I demand answers. Who are you? How did you get into my home? Why does your shirt say that?”
“I’m not sure you’re ready to know those answers. And of all of you, you’re the last person I’d trust with my secrets. You literally can’t keep a secret to save your life, and the alcoholism isn’t doing you any favors.”
“ALCOHOLISM!?!” Tony’s angry shout brought the others at a dead run. Suddenly seeing the stupidity in angering a drunken superhero, the bound woman shot a desperate look to the Avenger closest to her, Captain America. The Super Soldier successfully restrained his friend, but the look her gave her promised that his own turn with her would necessitate new answers.