Tony Stark can't sleep. (exitthedonut) wrote in valarlogs, @ 2012-11-06 20:16:00 |
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Entry tags: | !complete, tony stark (iron man) |
WHO: Tony Stark.
WHAT: Howard Stark has a message for Tony.
WHEN: Early Wednesday morning.
WHERE: Dreamspace & Irvine.
WARNINGS: N/A
Fury had brought him containers left over from his father's involvement with SHIELD. That still blew his mind; his father, Howard Stark, the Fed.
The imagination rebelled.
Boxes of notebooks, film-reels and brikabrack. The reels were surprisingly funny, even if they didn't help for jack shit. Tony had his own Moleskine out, taking notes but honestly he was no closer to whatever the hell his father supposedly had found than he had been before he sat down.
He did know his dad apparently had a thing for mooning his cameramen, however.
Tony was about to turn it off when the tone of Howard's voice changed.
"Tony."
It was direct. He was speaking to him. Tony turned back to the screen, and for a second he was that child again, listening to his father's words, desperate for approval. It made him sick and hopeful all at the same time.
"You're too young to understand this right now, so I thought I would put it on film for you." Howard motioned to the Expo model, his eyes oddly sad and serious, but not frustrated like Tony was so used to seeing.
"I built this for you. And some day, you'll realize that it represents a whole lot more than just people's inventions. It represents my life's work. This is the key to the future. I'm limited by the technology of my time, but one day, you'll figure this out. And when you do, you will change the world. What is and what always will be my greatest creation... is you."
The reel ended.
Tony woke up.
His mind was racing, the same as it had months and months back when he had the first dream of the poisoning. His father gave him the key. This dream father who gave a damn about him gave him the key to the future.
It had to be a hint.
Maybe he was grasping at straws, but Tony went down to the lab, pacing through his robots before he stopped short at the large model, propped up in the corner.
The Stark Expo, circa 1974.
Tony stared, and in that second, he understood.
It was time to change the world.