Tony Stark (in_extremis) wrote in oh_marvelous, @ 2009-12-10 12:54:00 |
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Boundary
Characters: Tony and entourage, Elektra and Sue.
Setting: Grand Central, New York, New York
Content: Pretty tame.
Summary: Shoppers shopping, travelers traveling, tourists touring, and Tony disrupting the flow of traffic. It's Christmas in New York!
Clark Kent looked off into the distance with determination, steeling himself for what was to come and preparing for the fight he knew he must win. His jaw set, his shoulders squared, and his brow knit at the despicableness of the villains that plagued his world. With a calm and sure grasp, he pulled open his unassuming shirt, revealing the man beneath, the unmistakable S emblazoned on his true uniform; it was the costume that he shucked. In this image was strength, honour, power, a man as a hero.
On the cover of The New Republic, Tony Stark would stare directly into the camera, his slate blue eyes less determined than expectant, more inviting in his half-lidded flirtation with the audience. He tugs with two fingers just at the slipping knot of his tie, his shirt hanging open and slack with buttons undone that glittered in the lights of the set, but were dull next to the peek of sleek, unmarked gold-- no emblazoned crest or telltale trademark, just a man hiding gold underneath his clothes. Tony didn't know much about Superman, anyway.
That image was due out in January, printed with the teaser, 'Welcome back to the 21st Century'. In December, in the vaulted hall of Grand Central Terminal ringing with a thousand voices, the doors constantly swinging and gusting in the ice cold winter wind to cool to the air buzzing with energy, Tony sat with the camera on the roped off staircase, the photographer beside him leaning over his shoulder to point and laugh and nod encouragingly with him. The rest of the crew was milling, taking down the hot lamps and shouting over the noise into ther cellphones to suss out the details of the next assignment, arrange cars, placate their waiting lunch dates. The images that would end up inside the issue of TNR were scrolled quickly passed in Tony's enthusiasm to explore the gadget; his laptop on the stair at his hip, his phone cradled against his ear, talking animatedly to someone off-screen with his mouth still full with a bite of the hamburger in his hand (to the horror of the art director, requested spontaneously at the sight of a curious onlooker holding her brown bag of lunch); looking surprisingly unguarded (the surprise in the discovery to label the first two images guarded), raising his eyebrows with a smile more in his eyes at someone just over the photographer's shoulder as he rolled his sleeves, his props abandoned.
A flash of colour in the sea of pedestrians catching trains, passing through, carrying shopping and bumping into friends caught his eye, and Tony lifted the surprisingly light camera to put it to use. The photographer was still explaining in his ear. Tony was barely paying attention to the image he even meant to capture; Pepper was at the foot of the staircase, assuring someone calmly that Tony would be on schedule, but Tony could see that tightness around her mouth that made him smirk and the photographer trail off, wondering when his model had stopped listening.