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Lightning scars1/4/2023 ![]() ![]() Tony angled around Happy so he could lean against the desk and watch the show. Whoever it was sounded young, snarky, just the type of guy to piss Happy right off. “And unless you’re Tony Stark, I’d appreciate you getting the fuck out of my face.” “Mm, wish I could, but I can’t,” the figure standing in front of Happy said with a lazy drawl that was heavily accented. Happy clearly had the situation well-handled. “Last chance before this gets ugly, leave!” Happy barked in the person’s face. Happy had his back to Tony, his hand on the gun he carried on his hip, and was speaking pretty damn forcefully to someone in front of him. ![]() Tony no more than stepped off the private elevator that connected his floors to the lobby and began moving with haste to the gran desk in the center of the lobby that he took note of the scene unfolding before him. Tony was an egotistical narcissist, not an idiot. He did call Happy as he went, sending him to the lobby as well. If she sounded that frantic and told him to run, then that’s what Tony would do. Whatever her name was, she had always been profession and an excellent building manager. She sounded frantic, “Sir? There’s a situation in the lobby… I- I really think you should get down here, quick, like… run, maybe?” It wasn’t Mark or any of the other engineers this time, it was the building manager, a young woman named Elaine or Laney or something similar. He pushed the thought away though and dropped the tennis ball to the floor before clicking line one on the computer and sending it to his headset. It was probably sad that the only person Tony had to leave his money to was Pepper, but Tony was sure he had a good reason to make her his beneficiary when he did it. The nonstop phone calls about problems with his newest project had him heavily considering it though. He hadn’t considered a will since before the Arc Reactor and the birth of Iron Man. “If I jump out that window, odds I’d leave behind a handsome corpse and billions to… to… Jarvis! Who gets my money if I die today?” Tony asked curiously, rolling his eyes at his secretary’s voice on the speaker. “Mister Stark, call on line one, it’s important.” “But if anyone’s going to put out energy efficient cars first, it’s not going to be that smug bastard, it’s going to be-” “Because you rushed the project to beat Musk and are dealing with the fallout from that decision, sir,” Jarvis said promptly, causing Tony to grin. “Why can’t I just get the damn car on the market?” Tony asked aloud. Honestly, Tony thought that stopping an alien invasion and saving the earth would be his biggest challenge this summer, but Mark kept proving him wrong. ![]() The StarkCar (an egotistical name that made him grin every time he said it) was set to release the first prototype next month and it seemed like every day they got closer to it, he got more and more calls with problems. ![]() He rolled his eyes up to the ceiling and waited until Mark disconnected before snatching the tennis ball off his desk and tossing it in the air, over and over, his eyes focused and his mind wandering as he automatically caught it. “I’ll just call tomorrow with an update?” There just isn’t a lot of room for fuck ups, is there?” Stark Industries is going live with this product next month, Mark. “Get your shit together, get it figured out. #Lightning scars Bluetooth#“I don’t give a damn,” Tony said, he slammed his hand on his desk and thanked god for the Bluetooth earpiece he wore. Stats: Published: Updated: Words: 76978 Chapters: 18/? Comments: 499 Kudos: 1000 Bookmarks: 258 Hits: 14541 #Lightning scars archive#
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