The Iron Monger

Obadiah Stane. Independent RP blog.

[anironmonger]

thefutureofwarfare:

he has more personal questions. what do you like? can you cook? do you have cool cars? but none of them come. pensive, ezekiel tilts his chin on his knee and mulls over the response. considering the implications, he finally speaks again. “mom doesn’t have a big house.” didn’t. whatever. “–so she didn’t work smart?” 

he shifts again in his seat, eyeing the boy. he’s inquisitive, something obadiah is used to dealing with—he has tony to thank for that. still, his questions haven’t irritated him yet and he has no reason to be cruel. he also has no reason to be dishonest.

“no, she didn’t.” maybe he would have loved her if she had.

[anironmonger]

thefutureofwarfare:

he likes that it’s not a lie. the boy thinks he can tell the difference, with all his worldly experience that includes his home and a hospital room. ezekiel sits up, pulls his knees to his chest, and peers over the skinny knobs at the man across the room. the question turns to his mother instead: did she love him?  “she didn’t talk about you.” maybe a few times. you have the same color of hair as your dad ( dad, is that what he is? ). or, when he read to her, your dad would think you’re so smart for your age. ezekiel wants to believe that’s true– but it’s not something he’s willing to ask just yet.  “how come you got such a big house?”

“i’m not surprised.” and he’s not, nor is he offended by the revelation. if she chose not to tell ezekiel about him, that was her choice. he never asked for or expected the child, he certainly can’t be bothered to care whether or not the child knew about him. regardless, he knows now. one brow raises at the question, amusement faint in the twist of his mouth. “i earned it by working smart.”

[anironmonger]

{x}

if he’s learned anything since the introduction of ezekiel into his life, it’s that the child has a knack for asking the probing questions. it’s no surprise, then, that he asks about love—a concept that is familiar only in that it exists around him.

he settles further into the chair—patient, given that ezekiel hasn’t earned his ire. he clasps his hands over folded legs and considers the best way to approach the question. he isn’t going to lie. he never loved the woman, and any fondness he’d felt for her had faded with her strength. still, he’s not inclined to be so forthright with a child.

“no. but i cared for her once upon a time.”

[idontwikeit]

[doomstarrequiem]

I hurt myself realizing that whenever something good happens in tony’s life, he probably wants to talk to obi about it. obi was closer to tony than his own father, obi was there for him for most of his life, and then obi betrayed him for money and power. and while tony knows this, while tony has other means of support now, his first instinct is probably still “I want to tell obi about this” before he realizes he can never do that again.

[scratchybeardsweetmouth]

Coulsonweek ↳ The moment(s) you fell in love with Phil

[umarvel]

“Sorry I didn’t give you a heads-up.”

[accipitrinae]

ok who wants to do dark avengers w/me & kelsie

[archivegrootmorning]

[hanslo]

[spockvarietyhour]

You try and look evil and intimidating on a Segway. 

[madamemasqxe]

            ‘ Is there something you want, Stane? Beside my               body for your weird mind-switch games? ‘

[anironmonger]

           ‘ Oh, you’re not still upset about that, are you? ’

[thefutureofwarfare-archive]

he starts to go. stops. and because he’s young and can’t help himself–

“you know with this budget, none of this is plausible anyway, right?”

[anironmonger]

"is that so?”

his chair creaks as he settles back into it, finally looking ezekiel over. “then it’s useless.” you’re useless.

[madamemasqxe]

anironmonger 

[madamemasqxe]

          ‘ I didn’t think it was possible, but you got even balder. ‘

[anironmonger]

         ‘ Wonders never cease.

[thefutureofwarfare-archive]

there’s a retort on his tongue, but it dies as the  paper hits the mahogany.  “fine. one hour.”

[anironmonger]

“make sure you impress me.”

[thefutureofwarfare-archive]

“–it’s better than anything tony could do.”

[anironmonger]

he reaches over, tapping two fingers down onto his desk and dragging the work back toward him. he balls it up in one fist and tosses it back down onto the desk. “do it again.”

[thefutureofwarfare-archive]

“–you’re not even going look at it?”

[anironmonger]

“are you telling me this is the best you can do?”