Anthony E. Stark (anthonyestark) wrote in tomorrowtoday, @ 2011-10-08 16:20:00 |
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Entry tags: | howard stark, iron man |
Narrative: Anthony wakes up.
Characters: Anthony Stark
NPCs: Howard Stark
Location: Infirmary, Stark School
Timeline: Saturday 8 October 2011
Description: Anthony wakes up
Rating: G
Notes: Steered Howard around a bit. Let me know if that's ok, Meesha!
He was in a workshop, all in green. The Wizard bent over him, soldering iron in hand, trying to put him back together. He wanted to ask if they'd found a new heart for him, but when he opened his mouth, no sound came out. His voice wouldn't work. There was something wrong with his lungs, with his chest...
He was at a country dance, and all the girls were looking at him. The matrons in their mop caps were whispering behind their fans, scheming for their daughters' futures. He was the rich one, the 'catch' so to speak, but he didn't want to be caught. He had to hold his head high, pretend he didn't notice. It was hard to move in these clothes, the top hat and tails, the cravat tied just so. And there was something wrong with his coat. It was much too tight across the chest...
He was in an interrogation room that smelled of stale cigarettes and cheap ramen noodles. The replicant across from him regarded him cooly, red hair catching the light. Then her eyes changed, suddenly shocked as they drifted downward to his shirt. He followed her gaze down to his chest...
He was in a castle, stone and cold. Winter was coming, he could smell it in the air. He'd been left behind, too injured to move when the others went to the capitol. But not all went. The assassin came suddenly, and his mother screamed and clawed at the man to stop him. But his mother was dead, and her ghost passed uselessly through the cutthroat's body as the frost dagger plunged down into his chest...
He was in a hospital bed, cables coming out of his chest...
No, wait, that last one was real.