His Iron Heart - Tony Stark x Reader

29 - Recollection

Y/n made her way down the steps and into the lab to see Tony standing in a mostly-assembled suit. Something went flying past him and into the table that held his record player. The music abruptly stopped and the helmet piece of the suit landed on the ground. It lifted off the ground, "Come on. I ain't scared of you." Tony spoke and it slowly started making its way over to the man in the suit. Y/n leaned against the doorway with a smile on her face and watched as the mask hit the edge of the table and flipped over so it was upside down.

Tony looked at it for a moment and jumped into the air. He spun so he was upside down and the mask connected with his face in mid air before landing on the ground on a knee. He looked up, "I'm the best." A piece that had yet to be connected to his suit flew and hit him from behind, sending him flying forward and to the ground. The suit disassembled itself from his body and landed in pieces around him.

Tony grunted in pain and ripped the helmet from his head. Jarvis's voice made its way through the room, "As always, sir, a great pleasure watching you work."

Y/n laughed from the doorway and walked toward her boyfriend. "Are you sure those injections are healthy?" He held her hand out for him to take so she could pull him onto his feet. "I come back for the first time in, what, a week? And everything goes to shit."

He pulled the remainder of the mask off his head and gave her a smile, "Good to see you too." He pulled her into a sweet kiss.

"I guess 72 hours is a long time between siestas. I didn't think it could get any worse. Then I had to go and turn on the TV."

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The screen had a multitude of colors on it, all placed in neat lines. Over top were ten circles, all attached with foreign symbols on the inside of them. Two long swords were crossed in the center of it all.

"That's when he happened."

A man walked down a line of people, all of them on their knees. The sun was bright and he had a pair of dark sunglasses on, completely shielding his eyes from being seen by the camera. Other people were crowded around the area in a circle, watching what was going on. Parallel to the people on their knees, there was another line of men. They were standing with large guns trained at the group.

"Some people call me a terrorist," His voice was neither deep nor high. It was scratchy and nasally. Gunshots went off in the background and bodies of the people on their knees could be seen falling to the ground, "I consider myself a teacher." The group that was standing in the circle was cheering, throwing their hands in the air in what looked like a celebration.

A video of children with cowboy hats and holding toy guns were shown. They were smiling and laughing. Another video of smiling women wearing old-fashioned clothes was projected. Next shown was the capitol building. The white pillars blurred together with the sky that seemed almost white due to the filter that was placed over everything. A single american flag could be seen waving in the wind.

A close up of his face in a dark room was shown. His skin was wrinkled with age and the hairs of his beard were long and dark. "Ready for another lesson?"

"In 1864, in Sand Creek, Colorado, the US military waited until the friendly Cheyenne braves had all gone hunting." It switched so almost the entire front of his body could be seen. His clothes were dark and his skin glowed with the brightness of the light shining on him. "Waited to attack and slaughter the families left behind..." a picture of a large group of women and children, "and claim their land." The land was empty and had almost no plant life. Sticks were propped up in the shape of tents, only they had nothing over them to create actual cover.

"Thirty-nine hours ago," A video of a large building on fire appeared. Black smoke rose into the sky, "the Ali Al Salem Air Base in Kuwait was attacked." His face could be seen again however, he did not have glasses on, I- I- I did that." His face looked old. Aged. The bags under his eyes were prominent, "A quaint military church filled with wives and children, of course." he looked directly into the camera, "The soldiers were out on maneuvers. The braves were away."