Tony liked this. It was all new and interesting for someone who hadn't a clue who or what Iron Man was, and getting to tell it his way? He'd never really been given the chance. He grinned, a little conspiratorially.
"They gave me the materials. Anything I asked for. So I asked carefully. A little paladium here, gyros, servos, actualisers- nothing that would raise suspicion, and never in quantities they'd question, but all essential items for my ticket out of there. And by the time they realised my project looked nothing like a missile, I was ready- or as ready as I'd ever be."
No, no need to mention Yinsen. That was his personal burden.
"I'd made a suit of battle armour, powered by the battery they'd let me build to save my life. Nothing glamourous, nothing you'd show off at a party. But it did the job. Lasted long enough to blow the camp and get me to safety, where I was picked up by a rescue team. Never could stop playing with the suit though. Kept tinkering, making it better, trying to work out why I couldn't let it go- even after medical science caught up with me enough that I didn't need the chestplate anymore. I guess I've never really worked out why I need it."
He smiled, a little awkwardly. Okay, so that had ended up a little more personal than he'd intended. Perhaps he should have stuck to the third person. Everything sounded more impressive that way, which was probably why Doom did it.
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"They gave me the materials. Anything I asked for. So I asked carefully. A little paladium here, gyros, servos, actualisers- nothing that would raise suspicion, and never in quantities they'd question, but all essential items for my ticket out of there. And by the time they realised my project looked nothing like a missile, I was ready- or as ready as I'd ever be."
No, no need to mention Yinsen. That was his personal burden.
"I'd made a suit of battle armour, powered by the battery they'd let me build to save my life. Nothing glamourous, nothing you'd show off at a party. But it did the job. Lasted long enough to blow the camp and get me to safety, where I was picked up by a rescue team. Never could stop playing with the suit though. Kept tinkering, making it better, trying to work out why I couldn't let it go- even after medical science caught up with me enough that I didn't need the chestplate anymore. I guess I've never really worked out why I need it."
He smiled, a little awkwardly. Okay, so that had ended up a little more personal than he'd intended. Perhaps he should have stuck to the third person. Everything sounded more impressive that way, which was probably why Doom did it.