Tony huffed at her. "i'd find a different job Vanderbilt, you're not very good at this one. plan weddings or house parties or something." he ordered before leaving her there. "Stephanie, seriously..." Tony said gently. "whoever claimed such a thing is a serious moron." he promised her with a smile. "of course your not a whore, and you would never use your looks for anything.... unless it was for a good thing i suppose, i can see you being self sacrificing like that." he admitted. "no one who knows you would ever think that." he promised her. "and you have to remember, people in this time... they're not like the people you used to know. people here where never taught to take responsibility for their actions or words. they don't want to be held accountable so, they blame the victim." he admitted.
"Mars is a prime example of that. we dated for three weeks, her and me. and she cheated on me with some Russian hottie so i broke it off." h admitted. "she didn't want to let me go, seamed to think she had a right to me, like i was a toy or something and decided if she couldn't have me, no one would. i still had that bit of metal, lodged in my chest, so she tried to dig it out of me." he admitted. "since then, she's been of the opinion that Pepper, Natasha, any female who gets close to me, is only there because they let me fuck them. because they, and myself are whores. it's not true, and never will be, but sometimes people can't see the truth for themselves. there will always be people like Mars, who are so miserable they want everyone else around them to hurt. they will call you worse names than that because they are jealous of your looks, of your popularity, of our money or business." he shook his head. "they want what you have and seam to think that if they tear people like us down, they'll feel better about themselves. Mars called you a whore, because deep down inside, she knows that's all she really is. she wants you to hurt, because she hurts, and unfortunately, more often then not, it works." he admitted, shaking his head.
"every time someone calls me a whore, it really hurts." he admitted. "because while it might not be true anymore, i still used to be, and people never seam to let me forget it." he admitted. "i used to be a weapons dealer and no one will let me forget all the deaths i've caused. this is because they like to blame me, for all the problems that they don't want to admit is their own fualt. yes, i made weapons, but it was the U.S that contracted me to do so. yes, i caused millions of deaths, but i saved hundreds of thousands of out soldiers." he smiled at her. "words these days... you can either listen to them, or remember what good you've managed to do. Mars called you a whore. but how many soldiers did you save, personally save during WWII, three hundred? six hundred? Mars called you a whore, but you, and four other assholes saved the entire world from an alien invasion. Mars called you a whore, but you just donated fourteen million dollars to children's leukemia. you're no whore. your a Hero, and you should remember that, okay?"