Stalker in My Walls Ch. 5

When I woke up, I heard music coming from the living room. Someone was playing the piano, I groaned. It must be Obadiah, only he plays the piano.
Obadiah Stane used to be Stark Industries’ CEO. But when Tony turned 21, he was pushed down from his high and mighty position so Tony could take the leadership. He always gave this “I’m a creep” kind of vibe, the one that I usually felt near weasels and ferrets. From all the people that I was afraid that would ever see me, he was in the top.
Luckily, Mrs. Potts was there too (in the room, not the list; although she was there too), and soon Tony emerged from his cave to join them. Obadiah started telling Tony about how the company board wanted to throw him out because of PTS, the stocks lowering, etc.
I then remembered the press conference Tony gave mere hours from being found in the desert. He had told the world that he had changed and would no longer make weapons. Everyone, including me, was shocked. People had laughed at him and ridiculed him. Saying shit like “A weapons company no longer making weapons.” In my case, I was proud of him; after all, I have never liked mass weapons before since it meant easier ways for Beans to kill each other. And if more Beans were killed, even more Borrowers were killed also.
Back to what was happening in the living room, Tony didn’t seem happy at all. From what I later heard, Obadiah was saying that the board was giving him Tony’s position in the company. Tony left to his lab, but not without grabbing some pizza. I was suspicious of Obadiah and made a mental note to check exactly how the board meeting decided to kick Tony out.
When I went down to the lab, I saw Tony working in the same suit. I was confused, hadn’t he done one already? After going through Jarvis’ database, I discovered that the suit he had made before was only a model, a non-working suit. He had made it so he would know how it would look with his measures. In other words, it was just for the looks. While I was kind of disappointed that my little ingress to the project was only in a useless suit, I tried to cheer myself into thinking that he would use the coloring for the real thing.
I was thrown out of my thoughts when I heard something that sounded way too much like a propulsion engine. I turned and watched in amazement as Tony began flying around the lab. Sure it wasn’t in the normal sense of flying. It actually looked more like one of those jetpacks. But he wasn’t touching the ground or anything to steady himself and that counted as flying to me.
After looking closely, I could tell that there seemed to be propellants in his hands and feet. He pointed his hand to the floor and the force of the four propellants made him sort of levitate from the floor.
I winced when he approached the cars and almost flamed them with his feet. Thankfully, he soon redirected his flight using his hands towards a more secure area.
“Oh yeah, I can fly.” And he could.
He joined the propellers with the superficial suit and checked if everything was working. I could hear him talking to Jarvis about the suit’s flying abilities. Jarvis warned him that he still needed to run a lot more calculations for the suit to work properly and I silently agreed. But of course Tony ignored the warning.
“Sometimes you’ve got to run to learn how to walk.” Great, now he was starting to sound like a Nike commercial.
He began to float and then went straight to the ramp that led outside. From what I heard, he was going to try out the suit’s flying skills. Show off.
I was in the middle of studying the suit’s blueprints when I heard something crash in the lab. Oh, Tony was back.
And just as I suspected, there was Tony still in his suit. He had apparently tried to land in the roof, but the suit was obviously too heavy and went through the ceilings (yeah, plural) as if they were paper. I was a little concerned, but thankfully it hadn’t gone through any of the vents. Oh, and Tony was okay too.
He had wrecked one of his cars (I tried not to flinch but failed miserably) and when I looked closely at him; I noticed that the suit had ice on it. I decided not to think where he had been that could make the suit freeze.
Dummy decided at that very moment to use the extinguisher on Tony. I laughed so much; I had to take a few minutes to recover my breath. Thankfully, the sound of the extinguisher muffled my laughter; which incidentally made me laugh even harder. I just love Dummy.