watchin Iron Man on FX cause final papers are haaardddd.
But interesting. Cause I get to try and make a case for how I’d redesign the sex ed system in the USA. But not as interesting as the “Is it RDJ or Tony Stark?” game. :D
Can we talk about the fact that the extended scenes include Tony trying to fire a gun back, showing that obviously he knows how to use one (or all) since he probably made/improved/has worked with weapons since the age of ohhhh let’s go with 6, 2 years after building his first circuit board and 2 before his first hand-built engine. And that he is not enough of an idiot to go into a warzone without a vest? (a bullet-proof vest, that is probably not enough to stand up to but should stop some things trying to kill him). And yeah, maybe Pepper forced him to take it and Tony probably was forced into it by a very hungover Rhodey, but it shows he at least knows that some things are important.
And maybe he hates the fact that he has become his father by building weapons that are better, or maybe he hates that he is so damned good at making things that kill people, or maim people, or make people orphans or parents or siblings of the dead, because once someone close to you dies for a very long while you feel defined by that. Maybe he is drowning himself in wine and booze and sex and the bowels of his building in Malibu where everything is open and light except for his workshop, where he feels home and he can dim the lights and the smile and the charm and schmoozing which he probably hates because politics is part of the reason he makes weapons and everyone smiles with shark teeth that want blood and boy you better make other people bleed if you don’t want to be left with your carotid severed or a knife to the kidney on the polished dance floor. Maybe he goes surfing to feel like he can control something, cause physics and angles and force and vectors and fast cars pushing the limits of human control make him comfortable in the danger and push himself against the ocean, which we literally know only about 7% of, which is so powerful and will exist long after we are gone.
Can we also talk about Yinsen wearing a freakin suit? WITH A POCKET SQUARE.
And how it’s cold in that cave? And how they burst in to take him while he was sleeping to show him his weapons, his machines that he’s made because he’s good at it or because daddy said Starks are made of iron and iron is good for building and for building weapons and not much else. It is his legacy, and they are murderers and so is he because he is great, but he is not good and he knows it down to his bones, his hollow bones full of ice and fire and the desert sand and rancid brackish water.
Can we talk about the fact that Tony has breakthroughs while drunk (IM3) or hungover (IM3) or dying and under stress and terrifying conditions (IM 1,2,3, Avengers) or in grief (Dummy/JARVIS, Avengers) and that he knows somehow that Loki is influencing his mind during Avengers. That Tony is aware of his mind, but hates it while he loves it because it makes him what he is and he hates himself. And he hates that he destroys, so he buries the knowledge that could probably create more than repulsor-powered bombs (and how clever is that, turning what drove him into the cave into his manner of fighting those who trapped him). That he grows to trust Yinsen in less than those 3 months he spent dying/living/recreating himself in that cave while he never seems to trust anyone: everyone leaves, and Yinsen affirms that when he intends to die, when he lets Tony believe they’ll live and escape together. How different would Tony be if Yinsen had lived? If he didn’t blame himself for more death, more death that he personally sees, the blood that stains his hands and runs boiling red and he can’t fix because he’s only good at machines and he’s so bad at people and he knows and why do you think he doesn’t want the company: dear old dad, and old blood and new blood, and people.
Always the people with their smiles and their desires, and the latter are easy to figure out, but the former could mean anything, so he probably spent hoursdaysweeksyears learning what different smiles meant so he could imitate and improve. Always the trying, because mom tried to smile like she meant it, and Obie smiles and he doesn’t know what it means, and Pepper sighs and he can decode it some of the time but usually defaults to interpreting it as the age-old Tony-what-did-I-do-to-deserve-this-torment. Dad never tried. (Daddy was never there, or when he was he beat him bloody with words and glass shards and only smiled at the alcohol or when Tony built something, and rewarded him with the only thing that made happiness erase some of the shadows from his face).