[ this vision is one specific memory of a time aliens took over nyc and tony saved the day. for those of you who want to see iron man/the avengers in action. but the space part always lasts longer in the dream. vaccuous, endless, dead space. you'll have to wake him up or change the dream to get out of this one. ]
two.
[ there's a victrola playing lilting classical music in the background. two men talking with scotch and cigars as men do. one has a mustache and side swept hair. the other has a full beard and a protruding gut. a boy watches from the hall, eavesdropping on their conversation. he hangs on every word though it's very clearly an adult conversation.
he's spotted and his heart floods with fear. the boy's tiny heart flutters like a trapped rodent as the mustached man screams his name. ] Tony! [ he's clearly scared as the man gets up and advances toward him. he stops, looks down at the child, and seems to consider his options. but then he merely shuts the door and locks it right in the boy's face. ]
three.
[ this sequence is a disturbing vision of all of tony's friends' dead because of him. it's kind of his greatest fear so tread lightly and he'll be very, very jumpy on approach. might be best to let this one play out, guys. ]
four.
[ that same bearded man comes to a young tony, only twenty-one. he sits him down, gives him a glass of water. he knows there's something wrong. that somehow what obadiah is about to say will change his entire world. if you're experiencing the dream with tony, you too will feel it. ]
I'm sorry, son... I don't know how to say this, but. Something happened.
[ tony stays stock-still. something he's never been able to do, since birth. slowly, he nods. he's ready to hear the news, though he suspects it has to do with his parents never coming home. he already knows what mr. stane is going to say. ] How? [ his voice sounds small and tinny to his own ears, but his eyes pierce through the elder man with an unbridled determination. ]
...In their car coming home from Long Island. Tony, I'm so-- I'm so sorry.
[ he nods, curtly. boys don't show their feelings, his father had taught him well how to keep these things bottled up. by not showing him anything at all. he feels a hot streak of anger, boiling through him and threatening to spill over. he throws the glass at the wall and watches it shatter, the dream ends. ]