PhoenixRising82
āOurs is the Magic. Ours is the Power.ā
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Ironman (AU - vs OC)
Are you my Ironman? Feel you can play Tony well enough? That would be awesome! We should get together and play!
Plot Bunny: Tony Stark/Ironman vs OC (Adventure/Romance) (AU) ā Amina Williams tends to Starkās needs. (Think Pepperās position in Ironman.) Anton Williams is hella smart but also unstable. (Turns villain as the story progresses.)
PM me if youāre interested and we can discuss Story (it is not nailed down to the written piece below by any means, itās an idea that I liked and one that launched this craving full force. We can discuss kinks and such as well but here is My Main Thread, which contains my preferences, maybes and absolute Noās, so there are no surprises during discussions.
Are you my Ironman? Feel you can play Tony well enough? That would be awesome! We should get together and play!
Plot Bunny: Tony Stark/Ironman vs OC (Adventure/Romance) (AU) ā Amina Williams tends to Starkās needs. (Think Pepperās position in Ironman.) Anton Williams is hella smart but also unstable. (Turns villain as the story progresses.)
PM me if youāre interested and we can discuss Story (it is not nailed down to the written piece below by any means, itās an idea that I liked and one that launched this craving full force. We can discuss kinks and such as well but here is My Main Thread, which contains my preferences, maybes and absolute Noās, so there are no surprises during discussions.
It was supposed to be a quick lunch with her brother. Then she was supposed to meet her boss at....at....some function. Why couldnāt she remember what that was? A groan escaped her throat and as it did, a searing pain rocketed up her spine and burst into clouds of color behind her closed eyes. Oh yeah. The blow to the head from behind. It wasnāt doing her any favors.
Another groan escaped her and she was met with resistance when she tried to feel around on her head to see how much damage had been done. Finding her wrists locked in place. Her eyes shot open, her head swiveling to look, as she felt the cold steel digging into the skin of her wrists. Everything was blurry and the sudden movement caused a wave of nausea.
āI was beginning to think Iād miscalculated and hit you a little too hard, Min. Welcome back though. Now we can get on with it, hmm?ā
Amina Williams blinked hearing her brotherās voice. Another wave of nausea bubbling in her stomach as her head whipped around to find him. What she found was a blurred square shoved toward her face and it took her a second to realize it was her tablet. The tell tale bloop sound as the retinal recognition activated and opened the tablet up.
āWorking with Stark has made you super paranoid, little sis. Itās ok though, gave me time to let the two of you sit and spin the same way I have been for nearly a year, waiting on a meeting with him.ā
Amina grunted as her brother came into view a little clearer.
āHave you lost your mind, Anton?ā
Her voice came out hoarse and it hurt. How long had she been here? She wondered, she also wondered where herewas. But she knew the answer to her own question. Her brother was clearly suffering from the megalomania that their father had suffered from as well. Lovely. Only it seemed to be presenting itself in far greater doses in Anton. How had she not seen it before? She knew the answer to that too but she didnāt have time to dwell on it before she felt the shock of pain zip through her entire body. She went stiff. She cracked her head against the unyielding surface of whatever she was attached to. Her hands jerked, fingers splaying outward. Her teeth clenched against each other. She felt her chest tightening as the current zipped through her. It lasted a second at best, though it felt much longer than that.
Her breathing labored, her jaws aching, muscles jumping lightly from head to toe, a headache roaring to life behind her eyes, she glared blurrily at Anton and the tablet that was trained on her captive form.
Her ears were ringing, making it harder to hear exactly what her brother was really saying but she knew he wasnāt talking to her, not initially.
ā10 milliamps, every hour. It wonāt kill her....immediately anyways. Use that big brain of yours to find her, quickly or the world will know that Tony Stark let his right hand die on his watch.ā
The video ended with Amina staring toward the screen, looking dazed and confused already, as if sheād been hit at least once already with a good jolt, though she hadnāt. The blow to her head very well may work to her advantage at that point. Her gaze focused on a point just beyond it. Anton hummed in satisfaction as he lowered the tablet, tapping at its screen for a moment as he located her bossā contact information and sent it along.
āLetās see how important you are to Mr. Stark....or if youāre disposable like the rest of the world, hmm? Heās got three hours, I imagine your heart wonāt hold out past that.ā
All she could do was stare at her brother. Or the shell of who he used to be really. Heād lost his mind, truly, lost his mind. Perceived power and intelligence had gone to his head. He truly thought he was as good or better than the man the world called Ironman, he was angry and it had all gone to his head until heād just....snapped. Just like their father. And sheād failed to see it or failed to acknowledge it, was really the case. Theyād lost their parents, she hadnāt wanted to lose Anton too, so sheād denied it. That was the truth of the matter and now, it was staring her blatantly in the face. Staring her down as boldly as death seemed to be.
Another groan escaped her and she was met with resistance when she tried to feel around on her head to see how much damage had been done. Finding her wrists locked in place. Her eyes shot open, her head swiveling to look, as she felt the cold steel digging into the skin of her wrists. Everything was blurry and the sudden movement caused a wave of nausea.
āI was beginning to think Iād miscalculated and hit you a little too hard, Min. Welcome back though. Now we can get on with it, hmm?ā
Amina Williams blinked hearing her brotherās voice. Another wave of nausea bubbling in her stomach as her head whipped around to find him. What she found was a blurred square shoved toward her face and it took her a second to realize it was her tablet. The tell tale bloop sound as the retinal recognition activated and opened the tablet up.
āWorking with Stark has made you super paranoid, little sis. Itās ok though, gave me time to let the two of you sit and spin the same way I have been for nearly a year, waiting on a meeting with him.ā
Amina grunted as her brother came into view a little clearer.
āHave you lost your mind, Anton?ā
Her voice came out hoarse and it hurt. How long had she been here? She wondered, she also wondered where herewas. But she knew the answer to her own question. Her brother was clearly suffering from the megalomania that their father had suffered from as well. Lovely. Only it seemed to be presenting itself in far greater doses in Anton. How had she not seen it before? She knew the answer to that too but she didnāt have time to dwell on it before she felt the shock of pain zip through her entire body. She went stiff. She cracked her head against the unyielding surface of whatever she was attached to. Her hands jerked, fingers splaying outward. Her teeth clenched against each other. She felt her chest tightening as the current zipped through her. It lasted a second at best, though it felt much longer than that.
Her breathing labored, her jaws aching, muscles jumping lightly from head to toe, a headache roaring to life behind her eyes, she glared blurrily at Anton and the tablet that was trained on her captive form.
Her ears were ringing, making it harder to hear exactly what her brother was really saying but she knew he wasnāt talking to her, not initially.
ā10 milliamps, every hour. It wonāt kill her....immediately anyways. Use that big brain of yours to find her, quickly or the world will know that Tony Stark let his right hand die on his watch.ā
The video ended with Amina staring toward the screen, looking dazed and confused already, as if sheād been hit at least once already with a good jolt, though she hadnāt. The blow to her head very well may work to her advantage at that point. Her gaze focused on a point just beyond it. Anton hummed in satisfaction as he lowered the tablet, tapping at its screen for a moment as he located her bossā contact information and sent it along.
āLetās see how important you are to Mr. Stark....or if youāre disposable like the rest of the world, hmm? Heās got three hours, I imagine your heart wonāt hold out past that.ā
All she could do was stare at her brother. Or the shell of who he used to be really. Heād lost his mind, truly, lost his mind. Perceived power and intelligence had gone to his head. He truly thought he was as good or better than the man the world called Ironman, he was angry and it had all gone to his head until heād just....snapped. Just like their father. And sheād failed to see it or failed to acknowledge it, was really the case. Theyād lost their parents, she hadnāt wanted to lose Anton too, so sheād denied it. That was the truth of the matter and now, it was staring her blatantly in the face. Staring her down as boldly as death seemed to be.
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