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tamingthemuseTitle: Crazy Wake Up
Author: naughty_bangles
Rating: Gen
Prompt #392 Hinterlands
Fandom: Iron Man
Disclaimer: not mine (and I think it's for the best)
Summary: Tony doesn't wake up where he expected to.
A/N: Another super-silly thing. I don't know what happened to me, or why I wrote it. My brain is a mystery.
When Tony Stark opened his eyes, the first thing he registered was the pain that filled his head with an almost-unbearable intensity. The second one was that his surrondings didn't look familiar. Actually, it did look suspiciously like countryside.
He was laying on is back, still fully armored, but his helmet opened to the cold air of a country morning. He raised on his elbows, taking a better look around him, then let himself lay back on the grass.
What was he doing there ?
"Jarvis, what am I doing here ?"
"You expressed the wish to take a little trip after your party, sir", the computerized voice answered diligently.
Ah, yeah. The party. He had a faint recollection of having been at a party, all armored and stuff, and having had a good time. Maybe too good a time, if his headache and lack of further memories were any evidence.
"And where is here ?", the billionaire asked further. Despite the background being rural, he couldn't say anything about the place he was in. He could be anywhere in America's hinterlands. He could even be anywhere in Europe for all he knew. The problem with trees was that they were just that : trees. Big plants with green leaves and wooden trunk. He had never been the hiking type.
"In the surrondings of the picturesque small town of Biwabik, Minnesota".
"Never heard of it", came the grumpy response.
With great difficulty, Tony got up. He had already spent too much time laying on this grass, lost in the middle of nowhere. Right now, he only longed for his luxurious bedroom and an entire bottle of tylenol, and so didn't lose time to start the armor's rockets.
Only it didn't happen the way he thought it would. The armor must have been damaged during his flight the night before, because, when he engaged propulsion, only about half of them actually started up, sending him flying around erratically. In between yells of surprise and dread, he managed to stop his crazy flight, only to end up right in the middle of a nearby river. Splashing and cursing loudly, he reached the bank, where he all but crashed flat in the mud. The headache he had forgotten about for the last minutes came back forcefully, making him wince with pain.
"Jarvis, diagnostic", he demanded, panting. "I'll just stay there for a few seconds. Or years."
He had thought laying in the grass was uncomfortable. The muddy band of land he was upon now was worse. It was the last time he went partying in armor. He was less likely to end up in Nowhere, Minnesota on foot.
"More than half the rockets are out of order, sir. I woudn't recommend using the armor to go back home."
"No kidding."
With the armor out, Tony's possibilities were reduced to nearly nothing at all. All he could do was walk. And call, he suddenly realized, his hopes arisen again.
"Call Miss Potts", he commanded, seeing a safe end to this nightmare. The feminine voice that answered his call was filled with a mix of panic and anger. He had expected no less.
"Tony, where are you ?", she asked before he could explain himself. "You can't disappear like that every time you get drunk at a party ! You have a company to run !"
"I'm a little stuck here ... Somewhere ... In Minnesota", he replied with his most pathetic voice. "Do you think you could take a 'copter to come and get me ?"
Pepper sighed, and he knew he had just won his ride back home. "Jarvis, send the details to Miss Potts. I'll just lay here and wait."
And that's just what he did, feeling somewhat lucky none of the cows nearby had a camera.
Author: naughty_bangles
Rating: Gen
Prompt #392 Hinterlands
Fandom: Iron Man
Disclaimer: not mine (and I think it's for the best)
Summary: Tony doesn't wake up where he expected to.
A/N: Another super-silly thing. I don't know what happened to me, or why I wrote it. My brain is a mystery.
When Tony Stark opened his eyes, the first thing he registered was the pain that filled his head with an almost-unbearable intensity. The second one was that his surrondings didn't look familiar. Actually, it did look suspiciously like countryside.
He was laying on is back, still fully armored, but his helmet opened to the cold air of a country morning. He raised on his elbows, taking a better look around him, then let himself lay back on the grass.
What was he doing there ?
"Jarvis, what am I doing here ?"
"You expressed the wish to take a little trip after your party, sir", the computerized voice answered diligently.
Ah, yeah. The party. He had a faint recollection of having been at a party, all armored and stuff, and having had a good time. Maybe too good a time, if his headache and lack of further memories were any evidence.
"And where is here ?", the billionaire asked further. Despite the background being rural, he couldn't say anything about the place he was in. He could be anywhere in America's hinterlands. He could even be anywhere in Europe for all he knew. The problem with trees was that they were just that : trees. Big plants with green leaves and wooden trunk. He had never been the hiking type.
"In the surrondings of the picturesque small town of Biwabik, Minnesota".
"Never heard of it", came the grumpy response.
With great difficulty, Tony got up. He had already spent too much time laying on this grass, lost in the middle of nowhere. Right now, he only longed for his luxurious bedroom and an entire bottle of tylenol, and so didn't lose time to start the armor's rockets.
Only it didn't happen the way he thought it would. The armor must have been damaged during his flight the night before, because, when he engaged propulsion, only about half of them actually started up, sending him flying around erratically. In between yells of surprise and dread, he managed to stop his crazy flight, only to end up right in the middle of a nearby river. Splashing and cursing loudly, he reached the bank, where he all but crashed flat in the mud. The headache he had forgotten about for the last minutes came back forcefully, making him wince with pain.
"Jarvis, diagnostic", he demanded, panting. "I'll just stay there for a few seconds. Or years."
He had thought laying in the grass was uncomfortable. The muddy band of land he was upon now was worse. It was the last time he went partying in armor. He was less likely to end up in Nowhere, Minnesota on foot.
"More than half the rockets are out of order, sir. I woudn't recommend using the armor to go back home."
"No kidding."
With the armor out, Tony's possibilities were reduced to nearly nothing at all. All he could do was walk. And call, he suddenly realized, his hopes arisen again.
"Call Miss Potts", he commanded, seeing a safe end to this nightmare. The feminine voice that answered his call was filled with a mix of panic and anger. He had expected no less.
"Tony, where are you ?", she asked before he could explain himself. "You can't disappear like that every time you get drunk at a party ! You have a company to run !"
"I'm a little stuck here ... Somewhere ... In Minnesota", he replied with his most pathetic voice. "Do you think you could take a 'copter to come and get me ?"
Pepper sighed, and he knew he had just won his ride back home. "Jarvis, send the details to Miss Potts. I'll just lay here and wait."
And that's just what he did, feeling somewhat lucky none of the cows nearby had a camera.
