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Iron Man Volume 1 #2
Tony cradled his cup of coffee in his hand as his cold sweat nearly made him drop it down the stairs. He was descending into a room he hadn’t entered in several years, yet he remembered every nook and cranny like he had never left. Running his free hand along the wall, he found a switch. Once pulled, the room was illuminated, and Tony stared down at his father’s old workspace. Several old hot rods, an old Delorean, a motorcycle, and a busted up star-spangled shield sat idly scattered in the room. Nodding, Tony began to speak,
“Jarvis had really better get down here and clean things up.” He said this as he approached the welding equipment, which was then adorned with a variety of spider webs. Several spare motors sat around the desk which held the webbed equipment, which Stark noticed as he asked, “What did you have going on down here?”
“That’s a great question.” Tony quickly turned around and raised his cup as if he meant to throw it, but instead eased up as he saw the figure of Obadiah Stane enter.
“It makes me feel safe.” Tony said.
“I had a feeling, that’s why I came down here.” Stane sighed before saying, “Your father had certain projects going on at the time of his…when he passed on. Projects that he was working on down here, off the books.”
“That explains why he never had time to toss a football around. But I guess he did have a secret passion for Frisbee…” Tony said as he made a gesture towards the red, white, and blue shield in the corner. Stane shook his head before saying,
“Your father loved you Tony. He loved you, and in all honesty he wanted you as his successor, not me. I want you to be his successor as well, and so we need to talk strategy.”
“I’ll talk strategy when I don’t feel that I’m going to get burned alive on stage. What was that guy’s deal anyway…the Mandarin? What kind of name is that?” Tony asked.
“I did some digging,” Stane began to explain as he walked towards Tony, “And the Mandarin seems to be the head of a much larger beast that needs slaying. He’s the head of a terrorist organization named the Ten Rings…”
“So the assassin didn’t go to Jared?” Tony asked sarcastically as he was met with a smile from Stane,
“Over the past several months they’ve been assassinating the wealthy who they deem impure, and you seem to be their next target.” Obadiah finished this with a grimace before continuing, “Mr. Rhodes may not be enough so we’re in the process of hiring several back-up bodyguards. Don’t worry Tony, you’re safe.” Tony thought for a moment, then opened a nearby drawer and began to sift through the files slowly. As he did, he said,
“That man who attacked me on stage, he created fire from a ring in a second. In the blink of an eye. We’re not dealing with contract killers, we’re dealing with something I’m not sure should even be in this world.”
“What are you saying?” Stane asked as he walked behind Tony to see what the latter was looking at. Tony had pulled one blueprint from the plethora of files located in the drawer and was holding it up to the light. It was a suit of armor, one intended to cover the wearer from head-to-toe and with a variety of hidden weapons stashed in various locations along the body.
“What I’m saying…is that if we’re dealing with the supernatural I’m going to need a little more than a trainer from Planet Fitness to protect me.” Tony said as he began to smile at the blueprint. Obadiah looked apprehensive as he said,
“Tony, we need to focus on the company.”
“Something I won’t be able to do if I’m dead…” Tony replied as he placed the blueprint down on top of the drawer and set his coffee next to it. Stane sighed as he turned to leave, and as he reached the exit, he turned to ask,
“Only for protection…right?” Tony was already running from one end of the lab to the other as he looked up at Stane and answered,
“Protection only. Now get Jarvis down here to start cleaning up, this is going to be my new workspace.” Obadiah exited, but not before witnessing Tony, acting like a child per usual, picked up the star-spangled ‘Frisbee’ and threw it across the room in ecstasy.
Iron Man Volume 1 #2
Tony cradled his cup of coffee in his hand as his cold sweat nearly made him drop it down the stairs. He was descending into a room he hadn’t entered in several years, yet he remembered every nook and cranny like he had never left. Running his free hand along the wall, he found a switch. Once pulled, the room was illuminated, and Tony stared down at his father’s old workspace. Several old hot rods, an old Delorean, a motorcycle, and a busted up star-spangled shield sat idly scattered in the room. Nodding, Tony began to speak,
“Jarvis had really better get down here and clean things up.” He said this as he approached the welding equipment, which was then adorned with a variety of spider webs. Several spare motors sat around the desk which held the webbed equipment, which Stark noticed as he asked, “What did you have going on down here?”
“That’s a great question.” Tony quickly turned around and raised his cup as if he meant to throw it, but instead eased up as he saw the figure of Obadiah Stane enter.
“It makes me feel safe.” Tony said.
“I had a feeling, that’s why I came down here.” Stane sighed before saying, “Your father had certain projects going on at the time of his…when he passed on. Projects that he was working on down here, off the books.”
“That explains why he never had time to toss a football around. But I guess he did have a secret passion for Frisbee…” Tony said as he made a gesture towards the red, white, and blue shield in the corner. Stane shook his head before saying,
“Your father loved you Tony. He loved you, and in all honesty he wanted you as his successor, not me. I want you to be his successor as well, and so we need to talk strategy.”
“I’ll talk strategy when I don’t feel that I’m going to get burned alive on stage. What was that guy’s deal anyway…the Mandarin? What kind of name is that?” Tony asked.
“I did some digging,” Stane began to explain as he walked towards Tony, “And the Mandarin seems to be the head of a much larger beast that needs slaying. He’s the head of a terrorist organization named the Ten Rings…”
“So the assassin didn’t go to Jared?” Tony asked sarcastically as he was met with a smile from Stane,
“Over the past several months they’ve been assassinating the wealthy who they deem impure, and you seem to be their next target.” Obadiah finished this with a grimace before continuing, “Mr. Rhodes may not be enough so we’re in the process of hiring several back-up bodyguards. Don’t worry Tony, you’re safe.” Tony thought for a moment, then opened a nearby drawer and began to sift through the files slowly. As he did, he said,
“That man who attacked me on stage, he created fire from a ring in a second. In the blink of an eye. We’re not dealing with contract killers, we’re dealing with something I’m not sure should even be in this world.”
“What are you saying?” Stane asked as he walked behind Tony to see what the latter was looking at. Tony had pulled one blueprint from the plethora of files located in the drawer and was holding it up to the light. It was a suit of armor, one intended to cover the wearer from head-to-toe and with a variety of hidden weapons stashed in various locations along the body.
“What I’m saying…is that if we’re dealing with the supernatural I’m going to need a little more than a trainer from Planet Fitness to protect me.” Tony said as he began to smile at the blueprint. Obadiah looked apprehensive as he said,
“Tony, we need to focus on the company.”
“Something I won’t be able to do if I’m dead…” Tony replied as he placed the blueprint down on top of the drawer and set his coffee next to it. Stane sighed as he turned to leave, and as he reached the exit, he turned to ask,
“Only for protection…right?” Tony was already running from one end of the lab to the other as he looked up at Stane and answered,
“Protection only. Now get Jarvis down here to start cleaning up, this is going to be my new workspace.” Obadiah exited, but not before witnessing Tony, acting like a child per usual, picked up the star-spangled ‘Frisbee’ and threw it across the room in ecstasy.