Pepper wakes up and gasps.
Aldrich Killian: Hi.
Pepper Potts: You think he's gonna help you? He won't.
Aldrich Killian: Having you here is not just to motivate Tony Stark. It's, um... Well, it's actually more embarrassing than that. You're here as my, um...
Pepper Potts: Trophy
Aldrich Killian: Mmm.
Iron Patriot walks in and Pepper gasps.
Aldrich Killian: Good evening, sir.
The armour opens and the President falls out.
Aldrich Killian: Welcome aboard, Mr President. Ever hear of an elephant graveyard? Well, two years ago, the elephant in the room was this scow.
President Ellis: This is the Roxxon Norco.
Aldrich Killian: And, of course, you'll remember that when she spilled a million gallons of crude off Pensacola, thanks to you, not one fat cat saw a day in court.
President Ellis: What do you want from me?
Aldrich Killian: Uh, nothing, sir. I just needed a reason to kill you that would play well on TV. You see, I've moved on. I found myself a new political patron, and this time tomorrow, he'll have your job. String him up.
President Ellis: Hey!
Two stealthy men sneak around the station. Then there's y/n in his light up armour.
Tony Stark: Why does the armour have lights running down the torso?
y/n: It looks good.
Rhodey: Come on. You're not gonna freak out on me, right?
Tony Stark: I hope not.
Rhodey: Oh, my God. He's strung up over the oil tanker. They're gonna light him up, man.
Tony Stark: Viking funeral. Public execution.
y/n: Yeah, death by oil.
Announcer: Broadcast will commence shortly. Take final positions.
Aldrich Killian: Okay. That's good. Now give me cameras A through E and we'll do a full tech rehearsal.
Rhodey: ls your gun up?
Tony Stark: Yep. What do I do?
Rhodey: Stay on my six, cover high and don't shoot me in the back. y/n you take the perimeter.
y/n: Got it.
y/n sneaks off.
Tony Stark: Six, high, back. Alright.
Gunfire, bullets ricoche.
Tony Stark: You see that? Nailed it.
Rhodey: Yeah, you really killed the glass.
Tony Stark: You think I was aiming for the bulb? You can't hit a bulb at this distance.
Rhodey fires a bullet and hits the bulb.
Announcer: All personnel, we have hostiles on east unit 12.
Man: Over there!
Announcer: I repeat, hostiles on east unit 12.
Tony Stark: I'm out. Gimme. You got extra magazines?
Rhodey: They're not universal, Tony.
Tony Stark: I know what I'm doing, I make this stuff. Give me another one.
