@ragecontained that angel au we plotted B);
they were loud. way too loud than they should be. wings made of metal plates, rubbing against each other, the sound infuriating, but something tony stark had long since learned to deal with. it’s been a while since he’d been practically forced to stay on earth, living among humans, yet unseen. hiding and keeping to himself. tinkering and creating--- that’s what he was good at, after all.
the metal wings that substituted the ones humans had stripped him of, he had made himself and despite the fact that they weren’t quite as graceful, they served their purpose. if a bit clunky at times. whatever, tony would deal with it.
the cottage he’d made a home in for himself was hidden away, deep in a forest, out of sight, the tech he’d been tinkering with keeping alert on any unsuspecting visitors. like hell if he’ll let the mistake that had cost him his wings repeat itself. never again. and it’s worked so far.
any wanderers were turned away and tony was content with living like this. content he couldn’t return home--- to his actual home--- not without his wings. the poor copy he’d made for himself wasn’t nearly good enough reason for it. besides--- everyone probably thought him dead, anyway. and that might even be for the best.
he’s been doing just fine, really. dropping scrap and other material he could tinker with onto his desk, getting to work. it kept him busy, he had something to do, for a change. and it’s been working for him. that was--- until his tech had picked up an intruder. one that didn’t turn away even with the warnings thrown at him. on top of it all, the signal had been odd--- not quite human, almost like--- it couldn’t be.
