It had been close. One more second and Tony Stark would be an after-thought around the world. The Stark family would be extinct, and the powers at be around the world would be avenging his death. In the battle against Brock Rumlow he’d gone through many personal changes. For the first time in his life he’d gone up against something that he couldn’t beat. Even in the battle of New York The Avengers had come together. They found a way to beat Loki and push the invasion back. That experience had nearly killed him, but it was a testament to what he’d been willing to do to save the world. Tony cheated death and lived on to save the world again.
The battle at the tower should have been his end—in whatever destiny he’d carved out for himself, Tony once again escaped death. While most of his team had been busy dealing with the Gala situation, it was none other than Spiderman and Rogue from Unity Division that had helped turn the tide of the battle and save his life. Together they hadn’t defeated Rumlow, or whatever he’d turned into; but they repelled him. He vanished into one of his portals—and while the battle was far from over they now possessed knowledge they hadn’t before.
Faith, his newest ally and associate with the Unity Division offered her private services to cover his medical needs. It wasn’t like Tony couldn’t afford his own, but something low-key after such a public event was something he needed. Not even twenty four hours had passed and the media was already replaying images on every major news outlet on television. There were questions about Brock Rumlow and how he’d beaten Iron Man within an inch of his life.
Others were even questioning Spiderman’s involvement with The Avengers. Were they getting desperate enough to bring in new-blood to the team? Neighborhood vigilantes, as they liked to put it. On top of the terrorist situation it’d been a hard twenty four hours. Luckily Faith was safe—but the future was a blur. Together they’d studied specimens from the creature and were attempting to come up with a plan. He hadn’t even had the chance to have much of a conversation with Faith since his admittance to her private facility.
Currently he had his right arm in a sling. It was broken—and there were heavy wraps around his stomach for the broken and bruised ribs. He also had heavy bruise on one side of his face: Tony Stark looked like he’d been in a war.
He didn’t stop, either. Even though he’d practically been forced into bed-rest, he was still working. Tinkering. On top of his bed, the billionaire had established a work-bench of sorts and had arranged for some of his private computer to be delivered to him. Presently, he was breaking down what footage he could get his hands on—studying Rumlow, and attempting to understand how he’d randomly become superpowered.
There was more to this, and next time he was going to be ready.