Mr.HamCustoms
Iron Man: 1-1 (Elseworld Story Group)
I've been operating as Iron Man in Tokyo for about a week now, and I have to say, the translator is probably my favorite part of the new suit. I took Japanese for a couple years in high school, but I'm nowhere near fluent. Helping people is my calling, I guess.
I step through the doorway of my room, and walk down the main hallway, making my way to the living area.
I spot Mr. Harada standing beside the window, looking at the city below. He notices me.
“I've always had high hopes for Tokyo, and Japan as a whole.” He remarks.
“Yeah, that's how Pepper felt about New York.”
I reply
“You never did tell me much of her, what was Ms. Potts like?”
“She was strong, stronger than I could ever hope to be, and I'll never forgive the bastard who killed her.”
I say.
“And who was that? If I may ask.”
“A war hero, someone I looked up to. Captain America.”
“Ah, Steven Rogers. Some of my contacts tell me that he's working with the government again.”
“How sweet.” I say, sarcastically. “I hope I never see him again.”
“This reminds me of something important. Did I ever tell you how my face was disfigured?”
“Not that I recall.” I say.
“I was working on a suit, not unlike the Mark IV Iron Man suit. I called it the Silver Samurai. The night I finished it, a masked assailant broke into the tower, and stole it. I still don't know to this day, as it can only be accessed with my DNA. The assailant destroyed my lab. In the ensuing explosion, parts of my face were burnt.”
“Jesus, I didn't know.”
“It's okay Anthony, but the moral of the story is, don't trust anyone. They may as well leave you with nothing just for fame and power.”
“Thanks, Mr. Harada.” I say, and then start walking to my room. I walk through the door, and I'm welcomed by my unfinished Mark V, as well as an old Hydra Plaque, Ultron’s head, and Pepper’s old mask.
I glance at Tokyo through the window.
“Friday, we need to look for a thief. They should be silver, and samurai shaped.”
Iron Man: 1-1 (Elseworld Story Group)
I've been operating as Iron Man in Tokyo for about a week now, and I have to say, the translator is probably my favorite part of the new suit. I took Japanese for a couple years in high school, but I'm nowhere near fluent. Helping people is my calling, I guess.
I step through the doorway of my room, and walk down the main hallway, making my way to the living area.
I spot Mr. Harada standing beside the window, looking at the city below. He notices me.
“I've always had high hopes for Tokyo, and Japan as a whole.” He remarks.
“Yeah, that's how Pepper felt about New York.”
I reply
“You never did tell me much of her, what was Ms. Potts like?”
“She was strong, stronger than I could ever hope to be, and I'll never forgive the bastard who killed her.”
I say.
“And who was that? If I may ask.”
“A war hero, someone I looked up to. Captain America.”
“Ah, Steven Rogers. Some of my contacts tell me that he's working with the government again.”
“How sweet.” I say, sarcastically. “I hope I never see him again.”
“This reminds me of something important. Did I ever tell you how my face was disfigured?”
“Not that I recall.” I say.
“I was working on a suit, not unlike the Mark IV Iron Man suit. I called it the Silver Samurai. The night I finished it, a masked assailant broke into the tower, and stole it. I still don't know to this day, as it can only be accessed with my DNA. The assailant destroyed my lab. In the ensuing explosion, parts of my face were burnt.”
“Jesus, I didn't know.”
“It's okay Anthony, but the moral of the story is, don't trust anyone. They may as well leave you with nothing just for fame and power.”
“Thanks, Mr. Harada.” I say, and then start walking to my room. I walk through the door, and I'm welcomed by my unfinished Mark V, as well as an old Hydra Plaque, Ultron’s head, and Pepper’s old mask.
I glance at Tokyo through the window.
“Friday, we need to look for a thief. They should be silver, and samurai shaped.”