wing_head (wing_head) wrote in artofwar_rpg, @ 2011-11-18 20:53:00 |
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Entry tags: | {narrative}, ♠sl: house of w, ♦steve rogers; captain america, ♦tony stark; iron man |
It's the End of the World as we know it
Who: Steve and Tony
What: Dealing with the events of HoW
When: The morning after.
Where: Stark Tower, but it's bigger? On the roof of course.
Rating: Pg-13 or Rish.
Status: Closed; [Complete]
When his eyes fluttered open, he saw the ceiling. It was blurry, but soon his eyes focused. He looked down, to see his muscular form was back. Things were wrong. Sitting up in his bed, he saw a clock that made no sense. The numbers were blocks, and not hands. In front of his bed was a television that was flat. The shock set in as he lunged to the window looking out. The streets below were filled with fast moving automobiles with strange designs. The signs in front were for a movie that released November 12th, 2011. 2011? That didn't make sense. If he wasn't wrong, the tower was also higher than four stories.
In a blind panic, he ran from his room, and through the hall. Everything was different. The technology even out did Tony's work. He saw a door that read 'Roof Access.' He darted toward it and through the door. In a few leaps, he burst out onto a graveled roof to see huge buildings and advertisements. Looking over the ledge, he guess they were 15-20 stories high. Something was wrong. Everything was different. 2011? It wasn't possible.
This meant he missed 70 years, and not 20. His brain ached as he panicked alone on the roof. He dropped to his knees, making sense of it. He remembered being in his room in 1963. Then nothing. The next thing he knew, he was 40 and married to Peggy. He was a congressman. Life was happy. But then it changed. He was a POW for the Red Skull. He didn't have the serum. He was an animal for amusement. And then there was sickness. Deathly sickness. He held his hands out from him as he knelt and screamed aloud. Steve had handled a lot, but this was too much.