Decadence and Valour - [Closed]
Tony had obtained one of his most treasured armours and had been working on it endlessly until it was nothing but perfect. Admiring the crimson and gold glimmer, accompanied by florescent lighting provided by his Arc Reactor. All was perfect, asides from it’s very purpose. It was battle armour though this city had provided no battles, and thus it had just been sitting there and showing off its sheer prowess without actually performing.
At that point, Tony was filled with void. A hero without damsels to rescue, and thus rendering him useless. But after a bleak new year’s party, he was left to reflect. He hadn’t talked to Khan after the ball, nor had he encountered him. It was for the best he hadn’t met him after the ball, actually. Considering the state of mind he was in, it wouldn’t have been a wise choice at all.
Based on first impressions the man was strong, powerful, stoic. Dare Tony ever admit that it scared him. He showed no fear, in fact the man oozed superiority. At this point, Stark had very few friends and he did blame himself entirely for the situation that he’d put himself in. All he wanted were friends, he wanted company, and he wanted to be loved again like he was back at home. But even now, he was being looked down upon and ill spoken of. That night at the ball, he stood at the edge of the balcony considering a leap, then the nights that followed were dreams of him flying into the sun until his wings melted, and he let the light embrace him. To this day he still had that dream, because he knew in his heart of hearts that his team wouldn’t mourn his loss. Even Steve, even Thor and Natasha, they had their own priorities. They had their own lives and slowly he was distancing himself from them all because they had no time for him. No one did, really. A fallen billionaire, a knight without a sword. His power had been lost the more his confidence took hit after hit.
His time alone allowed him to think of a plan. There was one man who he had to reach, one level of power that he craved and that was Khan’s.
Suiting up, he ran off his own balcony and flew through the skies, seeking out the life source that he had once met by tracing it using his computers. And then he had found him, alone as expected. Tony descended and landed right in front of the man, staring at him and raising his palms to face him. “Bet you thought our last conversation had ended at what we’d left it at. Sorry to disappoint. Let me reacquaint you with a newer model of armour, much more superior to the one that you had previously met with.” He said, trying to raise his confidence, keeping his head held high with not a quake of fear, but a mere twinge of anxiousness in his voice.