Eddie Brock
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"You're on in thirty seconds, Mr. Stark," the cute intern with glasses informs me backstage.
I take a swig of my scotch, setting it down on a table. "Hey, come here for a second?" She marches up to me with her clipboard. I take out a business card and scribble my phone number on the back. Slipping the card over her clipboard, I say, "That's my personal number. Give me a call after this, and we can grab a drink." I wink at her.
Smiling shyly, she checks her watch and - suddenly serious - announces in a whisper, "Five seconds."
The applause of the crowd drowns her out. "We have a very special guest tonight!"
I take a swig of my scotch, setting it down on a table. "Hey, come here for a second?" She marches up to me with her clipboard. I take out a business card and scribble my phone number on the back. Slipping the card over her clipboard, I say, "That's my personal number. Give me a call after this, and we can grab a drink." I wink at her.
Smiling shyly, she checks her watch and - suddenly serious - announces in a whisper, "Five seconds."
The applause of the crowd drowns her out. "We have a very special guest tonight!"
"You may know him as the CEO of the newly-renamed Stark Enterprises, but you probably know him as the superhero Iron Man! With me tonight, in his first appearance since going public, is Mr. Tony Stark!"
I step out from behind the stage to the blaring guitar riffs of Black Sabbath's "Iron Man." Waving to the cheering audience, I approach Jon Stewart's desk and shake his hand. We've met before at a few charity events.
"What a reception," I announce as I take my seat. This coaxes the crowd to cheer even louder. I hope Sharon Carter's watching somewhere.
"You know, on this show, I have interviewed journalists, politicians, and movie stars, but I think I can safely say that you are my first superhero."
Smiling, I take a drink of water from the cup on the desk. "Please, Jon. When you say 'superhero' it makes it sound like something out of a comic book." I set the cup back down and lean back in my chair. "I like to think of myself primarily as a conscientious citizen."
Jon laughs. "Okay, well, call it what you may, the fact is that you're doing a lot to clean up the world. So how, exactly, did you stumble upon this idea of yours?"
"Well, as you probably know, I spent some time in the military prior to my father's death. And when I was overseas, I was appalled to see how easily the bad guys got their hands on Stark manufactured weaponry. So when my father died, I took a vested interest in the company. And I came up with this idea to take these weapons out of the wrong hands."
"Iron Man."
I nod. "Essentially, yes."
"But you've done more than just combat terrorism," Jon points out. "When the Hulk went on a rampage in the middle of New York, you were on the scene with Captain America and Thor."
"That's right."
"And then again when Times Square came under attack from an unknown hostile alien."
"Correct."
"So what's the deal? Life of a billionaire playboy not enough for you?"
I smile and let the crowd laugh. "Being Iron Man - as the world knows him today - just seemed to be a natural progression from my original goal. I soon realized that the proliferation of black market arms dealing is just one of the many problems which plague our world."
"So let me ask you this," Jon says with a smirk. "Just how legal is what you're doing?"
"I keep trying to get my lawyers to tell me the same thing," I laugh. "Listen, I'm more than willing to comply with the government and the military, but I have two conditions. One, I don't want to be part of the command structure. And two, I don't want to produce more Iron Man units."
"Okay, so tell me about this Avengers Project I keep hearing so much about. Captain America mentioned it a few weeks ago in his address to the nation."
I nod. Captain America's address. A bold move, but the right one. "The Avengers are nothing more than a coalition of people such as myself - call them 'superheroes' if it makes things easier - who are like-minded in our goals for the future of our nation and our world. We are here to protect life and liberty from threats that local police and the military are otherwise unable to defend against."
"And you have no outside affiliations with any group?"
"None. We're not seeking to do anything other than solidify our efforts."
"What about HAMMER's Ultimates? Any thoughts on them?"
"I really couldn't tell you. If they're here to help, then I welcome their efforts. But in my experience, HAMMER is more concerned with control than goodwill."
"Now, here's a question for the ladies in our audience."
I smile. "Okay."
"Is there a Mrs. Iron Man?"
The crowd erupts into laughter, and I join them. "No, Jon, there is not. Hope lives on."
"Fair enough." Jon spins in his chair, facing the camera and the crowd. "Ladies and gentlemen, Tony Stark - billionaire, superhero, and single! We'll be right back."
I glance over my shoulder and see the cute intern smiling at me.
I step out from behind the stage to the blaring guitar riffs of Black Sabbath's "Iron Man." Waving to the cheering audience, I approach Jon Stewart's desk and shake his hand. We've met before at a few charity events.
"What a reception," I announce as I take my seat. This coaxes the crowd to cheer even louder. I hope Sharon Carter's watching somewhere.
"You know, on this show, I have interviewed journalists, politicians, and movie stars, but I think I can safely say that you are my first superhero."
Smiling, I take a drink of water from the cup on the desk. "Please, Jon. When you say 'superhero' it makes it sound like something out of a comic book." I set the cup back down and lean back in my chair. "I like to think of myself primarily as a conscientious citizen."
Jon laughs. "Okay, well, call it what you may, the fact is that you're doing a lot to clean up the world. So how, exactly, did you stumble upon this idea of yours?"
"Well, as you probably know, I spent some time in the military prior to my father's death. And when I was overseas, I was appalled to see how easily the bad guys got their hands on Stark manufactured weaponry. So when my father died, I took a vested interest in the company. And I came up with this idea to take these weapons out of the wrong hands."
"Iron Man."
I nod. "Essentially, yes."
"But you've done more than just combat terrorism," Jon points out. "When the Hulk went on a rampage in the middle of New York, you were on the scene with Captain America and Thor."
"That's right."
"And then again when Times Square came under attack from an unknown hostile alien."
"Correct."
"So what's the deal? Life of a billionaire playboy not enough for you?"
I smile and let the crowd laugh. "Being Iron Man - as the world knows him today - just seemed to be a natural progression from my original goal. I soon realized that the proliferation of black market arms dealing is just one of the many problems which plague our world."
"So let me ask you this," Jon says with a smirk. "Just how legal is what you're doing?"
"I keep trying to get my lawyers to tell me the same thing," I laugh. "Listen, I'm more than willing to comply with the government and the military, but I have two conditions. One, I don't want to be part of the command structure. And two, I don't want to produce more Iron Man units."
"Okay, so tell me about this Avengers Project I keep hearing so much about. Captain America mentioned it a few weeks ago in his address to the nation."
I nod. Captain America's address. A bold move, but the right one. "The Avengers are nothing more than a coalition of people such as myself - call them 'superheroes' if it makes things easier - who are like-minded in our goals for the future of our nation and our world. We are here to protect life and liberty from threats that local police and the military are otherwise unable to defend against."
"And you have no outside affiliations with any group?"
"None. We're not seeking to do anything other than solidify our efforts."
"What about HAMMER's Ultimates? Any thoughts on them?"
"I really couldn't tell you. If they're here to help, then I welcome their efforts. But in my experience, HAMMER is more concerned with control than goodwill."
"Now, here's a question for the ladies in our audience."
I smile. "Okay."
"Is there a Mrs. Iron Man?"
The crowd erupts into laughter, and I join them. "No, Jon, there is not. Hope lives on."
"Fair enough." Jon spins in his chair, facing the camera and the crowd. "Ladies and gentlemen, Tony Stark - billionaire, superhero, and single! We'll be right back."
I glance over my shoulder and see the cute intern smiling at me.