Tony Stark (ikaros) wrote in serenityfalls, @ 2014-10-04 11:22:00 |
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Two months ago, Tony Lost both of his parents in a strange car crash. Their driver had lost control of their car, and driven them off a bridge to their deaths. Official investigations of the incident had all pointed to an accident, but Stark remained unconvinced. His father was the CEO of an engineering company that his father had started during America's Industrial Age, if there had been and problems with the car, Howard would have noticed, he would have done something about them, there was no way he would have let them be taken anywhere in a vehicle that was unsafe. The car itself was so damaged in the fall that pulling information off it had been, according to the police, absolutely impossible -- and no one was willing to let Tony look at the machine himself. He understood it, that the grieving orphan shouldn't play an active roll in the investigation, but when he was pulled to this new world, he'd been in talks with lawyers to have the evidence released to his custody.
Being brought here and away from the work he had to do was frustrating, but ever industrious, he felt like the best way to spend his time would be to get a job at a garage and learn as much as he could about car accidents and the ways in which one could sabotage a car so that when he finally figured out a way to go home, maybe he could turn his new-found knowledge into something useful. It was the only thing he could do to keep himself sane; to make himself feel like he hadn't been entirely derailed by his being taken to this strange place in the future.
Borrowing the truck didn't prove to be that difficult. He'd already gotten the owner of the garage interested in him, and he'd proven himself to be more than capable when it came to basic tasks and being a quick learner. After all, he'd graduated from MIT when he was still a teenager, he was a certifiable genius -- and catching up from the early 90s to the technology of 2014 wasn't difficult for him. It was like connecting the dots to reveal a picture: by the time you were halfway through drawing the line, you already had some idea where you were headed and what the image was going to be.
He pulled up to the Doctor, who'd been given a street corner to meet him on, and leaned over to open the passenger side door for him with a friendly enough smile. The last thing Stark wanted to do was let anyone know what he was going through. He didn't want to mention the accident, or his parents, orthe fact that he'd just inherited a billion dollar company. Those weren't problems that needed to weigh on anyone else's shoulders, they were his, and he didn't want anyone to feel sorry for him.
"Hey." He said, as the Doctor climbed into the cabin. "So where we headed, Doc?"