Lately, he hadn't felt like his body was completely his. There was a voice, and it wasn't his, it wasn't anyone he'd heard before. It was dark and cold, but it could burn hotter than the sun at any minute. It sounded how he'd imagine hell would if it was a person. But it didn't hurt him, it helped him, to improve his design, make it stronger, faster, and better. Who cares why he brought him to the mountain? Who knows what kind of metal this was? What the inscriptions were? They worked, and he was this much closer to killing-
No, that wasn't the plan. He didn't mean to take it that far, really. He just wanted to make them suffer a bit, that's all. For how they made him suffer. So what if the Hammer Drones weren't Stark's? It was his convention and he was in charge of security, so why did so many people get hurt? Why did she die?
Rationalize all you want, you know it's wrong
But I don't care.
It should've been you
I know
Stark didn't do anything
That's why she died
It's your fault
Why'd he have to celebrate? On that day? When so many lives were ruined?
"- and lastly, I would like to commemorate all of the innocent people that, today, 6 years ago, died at the infamous Stark Expo Incident," Tony Stark said, as the speech drew to a close. "Since that day, I have not only strived to lead New York to a brighter and safer future, but the world. It was a sad day, and to honor those who have passed, we must move to save those still alive" Stark ended raising his glass to the crowd, wallowing in their cheers and praises.
Like he knows anything, it all worked out for him, didn't it?
He got to become a hero.
While my sister, and everybody else who died, wasn't even a martyr.
But what right does he have? He never cared about those people, or who survived, it's all for his company. That day left a mark on his pristine luxury tux that he's never been able to wash out, and this is only a new stain remover to spritz.
But I just wanted to mess with them, I don't want anyone to die, feel how I felt.
You must
You must make them feel how you feel. How many others are you going to let him kill? How many others have to suffer because he never had to?
No, no...
One has to die.
Don't make me do it
Who else will?
Who else can? The voice chided, its cold voice echoing through his mind like a drip to a still pond. Surely you won't make someone else-
NO! I get it! I'll do it.
Good, good. I knew you weren't selfish like them. They are trying to find you, you must strike when they've fallen into our trap. But before then, you must decide.
Decide what?
Who will die?
The young man closed his eyes in pain as his head sunk further down to his desk. One had to die. So they know. But who? His mind spun in a thousand directions, only making his poor head throb more and more until a very intense eeny meenie miny mo decided the Avenger's fate
Kill...
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It's short, yes, but the rest of it didn't feel like it belonged in one chapter so... I'll publish that one, probably Monday? There are a few kinks I wanna smooth out before y'all see it.
Anyway, this is directly to combat the "It's totally Leo" comments. It was never supposed to be Leo, legit just some random dude I promise... sorry v('-')v
This will hopefully be finished up within about five or less parts? Not sure, but expect a badly written climax, so then nobodies disappointed if it sucks :)