These Tricks I’ll Attempt || Remy & Tony
@gambitswild It was meant to be a diplomacy mission. It was always meant to be a diplomacy mission, Tony thought as he leaned back in his chair and watched with an unwavering aura of calm (patent pending) as the mutant in front of him went off on a tirade about how people like him--they meant Tony, he supposed--were the reason this world was going down the drain. He’d heard it before. You stopped listening after a while. You just didn’t get to where he was, leading the world’s biggest cooperation, heading the world’s most powerful super powered team, pissing off politicians at every stop, without making a few enemies along the way. You grew a thick skin--and if you were Tony, you didn’t stop there; you covered your thick skin with a gold titanium alloy and flew off into the sunset.
But there’d be no flying away now. Whether he liked it or not--and the tirade was almost amusing--Tony couldn’t leave this meeting until the business was done; and the business wasn’t done until the X-Men agreed to stand with the Avengers, agreed that they could never again be left like sitting ducks as they had during the last battle against Lazarus. Only by working together had they defeated him in the end, and it was because they’d been separated--told they couldn’t work together, that they had separated, independent interests--that they’d nearly lost that war. Mistakes had been made. But they could be fixed. Alliance was the only solution.
Tony waited until the professor had ushered the angry secretary out of his office before he leaned forward in his seat. “Like I was saying--” He began, but yet again, it was as far as he got as, moment later, the door opened, and another unfamiliar face walked in. “Stark, meet Remy LeBeau,” said the professor, and Tony turned in the swivel chair--half thinking of updating it, requipping this whole school, and half paying attention. He put out his hand to shake. “Yeah, about that, are we still on last names? I thought were were getting somewhere,” he said over his shoulder to the professor and then to Remy, “You can call me Tony. Or The Iron Man. I know, I know, it’s a little longer, but it’s just got a great ring to it, don’t you think?”
