Location: I don't know man, somewhere dark?
The room reeked of mechanics' grease and the distinct scent of iron. Not just from the chains currently holding a passed out figure and decorating the room like some messed up torture chamber, but from a nearly fully dried blood stains said figure sported , the lines tailing from his ear to his neck, due to the sonic pitch that was played longer than necessary, rupturing his eardrums.
Not even the cold drafts flowing through the vents could wake him right now. The drug was potent and could have taken out a wild boar with the dosage. It was a surprise in itself that he didn't go into cardiac-arrest.
At the canter of the lab, stood the behemoth Stane had dubbed the iron monger. His very own Ironman suit. One that he could mass produce to fund his empire of convenience to any military power with deep enough pockets. Unsurprisingly the reactor could not yet be put into it due to the armor not yet being fitted to suit the power output.
" ugh" a groan sounded, quite but it echoed in the silent lab.
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Pov Matthew
My head was experiencing one of the greatest headaches since my first ever hangover . Everything felt stiff and my arms feel like they're being suspended into the air ...
Wait.
I paused slowly, blinking open my eyes, my vision akin to a new-born with how sleepy I feel right now. My eyes finally clearing up enough that I could make things out.
" Where the hell am I?" I muttered unconsciously pulling my hand to my head but I couldn't reach that far thanks to the restraints, suspending my arms over my arms up. Which was just great. When I get out of here I'm gonna trash Tony's car as an ' I told you so'.
Looking around , I noticed the semi familiar scene of the testing lab under Stark industries that Stane had accommodated. Of course the bad guy would have me locked up in his evil lair. I shaked my head, the drugs still making their way through my system and I wouldn't wish my discomfort in this shit hole on anyone… maybe on Stane, but that's beside the point.
Across from me the very thing I warned Tony about over a week ago. And did he listen ?
I don't even know, I kinda got stunned before I can even open my own god damn door.
I frowned wanting to yank out my hair in frustration but the rattling of chains reminded me of my situation.
Speaking of my situation, where is Stane?
Swivelling my head to see if I would get a glimpse of the traitor, I came to the very obvious conclusion that I was in here alone. Great , now I just need a plan to get out of here.
I'm on my knees , uncomfortable but workable. The problem is to dislocate my hand enough that it can fit through these very sturdy bracelets . I mean , I probably could, I'll just hurt like a mother fucker.
I spotted a metal bar, some tubbing, a few wires and of course they're all outta reach. I may hate the guy but she as hell knows not to put literally anything near me. Why am I lamenting? I should be trying to get out of here, before he gets back.
Steps echo in the distance, stopping my near escape.
Okay not near, but I would have been out in about 4 minutes… probably.
Stane walked in , tossing and catching the ark reactor like a baseball that Zeke would never get tossed at him, but I digress. I was pretty sure that was Tony's new palladium core reactor,
Oh how my heart dropped just thinking about it.
Is he alive?
Did Stane really just kill my brother?
Do I have to go on a revenge arc?
Find out next time on Dragon ball Z!!
" So you're awake." Stane broke me out of my prompt-to daydreaming of his inevitable murder arc in my deluded most likely drug induced state.
" Don't remind me," I muttered under my breath, rolling my eyes. He must have heard me, cause he chucked and walked over to his mech suit.
Opening the plugin point for the reactor, the pezzo di merda* continued to pollute the air with his politician's mask perfectly covering his madness.
" Oh , don't be like that. You know , you brothers never did know how to share. Much like your father was, Tony more so than you." he clarified turning back to me once all the cables were connected, "He always said that we will get what we deserve, guess he deserved to lose out on life, while I… Well, I get to run his life's work. "
"Yeah , sure you do. Cause now you have no one to stop you right?" I said sarcastically , staring at him like a retail worker that does not get paid enough to care.
Stane sneered , visibly holding back irritation.
" I liked you so much more when you'd follow me around quietly , and showed some respect, now you're a pampered brat that wouldn't survive without his golden spoon." he connected the reactor in a swift motion.
" I just did that to make Tony sulk, I don't actually like you. Like at all." I informed, scoffing at the thought alone. Who did I think I was? Tony?
Stane scoffed in return, " You all would be nothing without me. I made this company, your narcissist of a father may have side-lined me from every achievement but it was I who kept this company floating when he decided to join the war. It was I who saved this company when your parents upped and died. "
"You would have died too if it wasn't for that useless assassin. You Starks and your luck with cheating death" he shook his head in exasperation , but I was stuck on the fact that Stane knew.
He knew what happened , he caused what happened, he… he killed my parents, he tried to kill me, he tried to kill Tony. What had we ever done to deserve death ?
"Tony wasn't supposed to die on his trip, a Marta to promote the business, but of course he survived thanks to those double crossing terrorists . Then there was you. You just couldn't be a good little figure-head, always delaying my plans. " Stane smeared, jolting closer to me , causing me to lean back on my numb knees.
"But that's alright," he petted my head , like I was some dog , "I'll just kill you both, Tony should be dead by now , so you're my only remaining obstacle. Be a good boy, and die for your uncle, will you?" he pulled a syringe out of his pock, most likely a cocktail made specifically to kill me since tony wouldn't be a problem anymore.
A small part of myself wondered if Mason would mourn me when I die , but another part of me reminded me that stalling was still an option.
Leaning as far as I could from the incoming needle , I grit my teeth and said the first thing I thought of .
" Firstly, I thought this evil monologue only happened in movies." His voice gained a pitch higher the closer Stane got," Secondly, you are so full of yourself," that seemed to have made him taken aback, " you are quite literally a glory fined paper pusher. You think I don't know what actually goes into running this company?"
"The only reason you still had your job is solely due to Tony selling the majority of the Original Stark corporation just to pay off inheritance tax . He was the one that spearheaded the development for Stark Tech, every invention and weapon that he created to prove he could take up the shadow left by our father. The legacy of a man you once called friend. But that doesn't seem to even register in your mind."
Before I could even continue berating this figlio di puttana* an alert of the main entrance being opened, made him whip his head in what was probably the way out . Breathing a sigh in relief when he removed the needle from nearly puncturing my skin, I looked back up to see him climbing into the suit. The pieces sliding in around him.
Cagare*