005 | Tony Stark | Video

[manofiron]

[ For a fleeting moment, Tony Stark’s face fills the screen. Those who know him might recognize his piercing eyes and his immaculately kept hair, perfectly trimmed and styled to look like the dashing figure of the celebrity he is back home. Maybe his skin’s a little paler than usual. And maybe some of its imperfections are gone. But it’s difficult to tell, because it only lasts for a moment.

Two luminous, glowing red orbs suddenly fill the screen as Tony pulls the communicator closer. His lips curve into a devilishly mischievous smirk, but hidden as it as by the limitations of the camera, no one can appreciate it. When he speaks, his voice is a low, throaty purr, edged with just a hint wickedness. ]

Cape Kore. I’ve got a question for you.

[ He moves his arm, pulling it back so more of his finely muscled torso and broad shoulders can be seen. In his skin-tight tank top, there’s plenty of pale, flawless skin to behold. Slowly, he stalks from the shadows of his home’s porch into the brilliant light of the morning.

And the sun, rising over the horizon, fans rays of light over his skin, setting it alight, sparking flashes of fire like a diamond. It’s as though the man is no man at all, but a being of light, angelic and perfect. ]

Do I dazzle you?


(A/N: omg this is my first time writing one of these!! plz be gentle. my poor babu is having a bad day. it will get better tho~ ^_^)

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[pursuitofcappiness]

Do you really like it? Being... made of diamonds?

[manofiron]

Better than being me? Not really. Better than some of the other things I could have turned into? [ He shrugs. ] I guess so.

[pursuitofcappiness]

At least your clothes still fit.

[ Steve's grown a few inches, and his clothes were kinda tight before.... ]

So... are all vampires... like you? Is that official?

[manofiron]

But I'm dead. I don't know if that's a good pay off.

[ As for Steve's question, he shakes his head. ]

I doubt it. A couple I talked to already are more traditional. You know, sunlight burns, that kind of thing.

[pursuitofcappiness]

[ He crosses his arms over his chest ]

Are you sure you're a vampire? I'm sure sunlight is supposed to burn.

[manofiron]

Twilight vampire. There's a difference. They're like idealized romantic vampires that appeal to twelve-year-old girls.

[ He grimaces in disgust. ]

Don't ask. It's a horrible franchise. Be glad you don't know what it is.

[pursuitofcappiness]

...Back in my day, girls read Dracula.

But I guess we haven't seen any Nosferatu sort of vampires, either. We should be thankful for that.

[manofiron]

I think there are a few normal vampires here. I spoke with two that can't go into the sunlight. I'm assuming that makes them normal. I could be wrong.

[pursuitofcappiness]

Maybe we were all supposed to turn into vampires and something else happened to the both of us instead.

[manofiron]

I reject that idea purely on the grounds that you got to be something cool and I got to be the lamest kind of vampire in existence.

[pursuitofcappiness]

Does this help?

[ He concentrates and transforms into Tonypire. It's not difficult, actually, since the source material's right in front of him. Really, he just wanted to see if he could. ]

[manofiron]

[ Tony blinks, before openly staring at him. ]

Is that what I actually look like? Seriously?

[ The worst part is, he can't decide whether he ought to be impressed by what he's become or offended. Since it's Twilight, he's leaning toward the latter. ]

[pursuitofcappiness]

I told you, you looked better before.

[ Okay, it's really weird hearing Tony's voice coming out of his mouth. But he's testing out the fangs. ]

Can't you turn into a bat? I can't seem to turn into a bat.

[manofiron]

[ What's weirder than waking up to life as a Twilight vampire? Having a conversation with himself as played by Steve Rogers. ]

No. No bats, no wolves, no nothing. I have sparkles and that's it. I told you, this is worst vampire ever.

[pursuitofcappiness]

...You really got the bad end of this deal.

Is this really what girls like these days?

[ Steve's making that lost puppy face, except it's on Tony's face, which is probably beyond awkward. ]

[manofiron]

[ This is kind of horrifying. Tony didn't know that his face could do that. ]

Apparently it is. I don't really—

[ He cocks his head. ]

How are you doing that with my face?

[pursuitofcappiness]

Doing what?

[ Oh god, now he's doing deer in headlights. Seriously, Tony's eyes are pretty big and Steve's making him look kind of like a caricature. ]

[manofiron]

[ Part of him wishes he was recording this. The rest of him hopes that he forgets he's ever seen it. ]

I swear, Steve, if you start crying right now, I'm out of here.

[pursuitofcappiness]

Why would I cry?

[ Now he just looks incredulous, which is probably more familiar. ]

Hold on, I'm going to change back.

[ He apparently has to close his eyes to do so. ]

[manofiron]

[ Oh good. That's good. No more weird facial expressions. No more seeing what he'd look like if suddenly he was Steve Rogers. ]

Is it getting easier? Now that you're doing it more often?

[pursuitofcappiness]

[ Steve opens his eyes and looks down at his glittering diva hands. ]

I guess not.

[ He tries again, thinking of a very strong memory. He ends up in an SSR shirt and pants that end above his ankles, but at least he's Steve Rogers. ]

[manofiron]

[ Well, that's better, too small clothes or not. At least now when Steve starts emoting all over the place, he's doing it with his own face.

He points toward the cuffs of Steve's pants. ]

Now we just have to work on your clothes replication.

[pursuitofcappiness]

[ He looks up ]

Yeah, these weren't exactly my favorite thing to run in.

[ He closes his eyes again and doesn't open them until he feels the helmet's weight on his head. ]

Better?

[manofiron]

Honestly? You look better without the helmet. But sure, we'll take it.

[ He hasn't missed what Steve's just said, though, and he can't let it go. ]

What do you mean, run in them?

[pursuitofcappiness]

[ He takes the helmet off and holds it in his arms ]

Those were the last pants I wore before I became this way. Didn't have time to change out of them before shots were fired. I still think I'd have been faster in better pants.