The Death Of The Hero And The Trickster. (Closed.)
The final battle had been hard against Loki and plummeting from space does not help a person's health either mind you, but again and again the Avengers were paraded out to save the day since then and Tony Stark had not had time to rest or recover, for as well as being a hero, he was a billionaire playboy philanthropist, which took up alot of his time as well. He had spent all day doing 7 company meetings, 4 PR events, 1 charity event and as well as all of that he had had to protect New York from yet another threat. He sighed as he limped into Stark Tower just to be greeted with what he had expected, a group of S.H.E.I.L.D. agens and their special little delivery for him. He rolled his eyes as one approached him and said "Mr. Stark, we have delivered the package to the holding area that was designed and built for him, are you sure that you can handle this undertaking?" in a rather concerned tone. Tony simply looked at the agent and then said "If I wasn't then I wouldn't have accepted and then took a small metallic case from the agent as it was offered t him and then headed off to check on the 'package' now in his care.
It took a while to reach the brand new holding area that had been built under Stark Tower and as Tony passed through all then many layers of security and containment procedures, locks and devices, he couldn't help but to smirk a little as he thought of it's brand new occupant's current situation. As he reached the holding cell he smirked in at it's occupant and then said "Comfy enough for you sorry we were all out of seafront views." and then sat down on the chair facing the holding cell and set the small metallic box on his lap while grinning.
