I would like to let it be known I am impressing even myself at this moment with my own abilities.
(Is this plot I smell?)
He sent the message warily hoping his wife would be able to piece together the code to actually read it. It seems Harold had screwed up again. Sure everything was going fine in both aspects of his life but there was no balance…nearly no time spent with his wife or his daughter. Ever since his talk with Gregory months before the new Avenger couldn’t help but worry what the other Stark was up to.
He had been watching him and his associates closely gathering intel and writing up the proper reports. He was almost begging the man to give Shield a reason to bust in and shut his whole shady operation down, but Harold knew Gregory was smart. He would never make this easy for them.
Most of the time Happy was careful, he watched through camera’s hidden miles away and sent field agents to do the actual spying. That was what they were trained for…what Fury and Coulson had always told him to do in cases where it was possible for him to be made, and with this man that was always a risk.
For no other reason than good sport. The eldest Stark let this continue. He was a little dissatisfied with his old aquaintence’s peeking. He’d expected better from Shield. Never the less, he didn’t feel threatened. He’d already hacked the camera feed, having them displayed neatly on his desk top. He made sure to give them NOTHING to work with. Not a toe out of place. Not a hair out of style. Not one button left un buttoned. To those camera’s he’d be perfect. Not that he couldn’t stop them. Without leaving home as a matter of fact. But he couldn’t be bothered with that now. He was in the midst of a coup after all…and those poor little bastards didn’t even know what they were looking for. Though, this probing was unlike his brother’s….not refined enough, a little too cliche, this was someone else….Fure wasn’t stupid enough to try anything against him….or perhaps he was…he always did have a hard time decerning the lesser peoples levels of intelect. Seeing as they were so far from his own.
@hela
Tony’s unfortunate older brother.
Gregory, correct?
ah, you have heard of me, you are infact correct
ummm no
the-better-stark replied to your post: You should fuck Tony… in the car he has you drive him around in. Make him take your cock deep down his throat until he begs you to put it somewhere else. Don’t be gentle with him. Or make him give you head while you drive him to an important meeting.Thought it would be nice to see Tony out of control for a bit. My idiot brother deserves something like that, just dont be gentle with him will you Harold? bring him within an inch of his life then kindly leave him on my front porchHow about no, Gregory. Just as twisted as ever I see.
I do so hate my pathetic faulty reflection. I guess the sloppy seconds of my cellular split in the womb is doing better than i anticipated, not like he didn’t swindle it away from me in the beguining. Think about it Harold. You could come work for me. With not even half the inconvenience you get from baby Anthony.
Not a chance freakshow, but man do you like the sound of your own voice.
One learns to love the sound when its the only intelligent company they can procure.
So you just sit in an office talking to yourself all day because you’re a creepy asshole?
Much like how you sit in a work shop all day making a pale imitation of my brother’s tinker toys so you can play hero for once. You’re a body guard Harold, and a chauffeur, not a hero. And the green tint of envy around your gills isn’t as well hidden as you think. So when you’re finished wiping my weak minded amnesiac of a brother’s ass. Maybe you’ll realize this. Besides, what makes you think you can be a hero, how are you going to save functioning adults when you couldn’t even save a fetus.
Big words but that’s all you have…Talk. I will kill you. I swear it. Those are all the words I have left for a lonely pathetic bastard.
I am not lonely, i need no company. Company is contrite and for those whose own presence isn’t enough. If you would like me to prove why my father, and shield fear me so much, i will gladly oblige.
ummm no
the-better-stark replied to your post: You should fuck Tony… in the car he has you drive him around in. Make him take your cock deep down his throat until he begs you to put it somewhere else. Don’t be gentle with him. Or make him give you head while you drive him to an important meeting.Thought it would be nice to see Tony out of control for a bit. My idiot brother deserves something like that, just dont be gentle with him will you Harold? bring him within an inch of his life then kindly leave him on my front porchHow about no, Gregory. Just as twisted as ever I see.
I do so hate my pathetic faulty reflection. I guess the sloppy seconds of my cellular split in the womb is doing better than i anticipated, not like he didn’t swindle it away from me in the beguining. Think about it Harold. You could come work for me. With not even half the inconvenience you get from baby Anthony.
Not a chance freakshow, but man do you like the sound of your own voice.
One learns to love the sound when its the only intelligent company they can procure.
So you just sit in an office talking to yourself all day because you’re a creepy asshole?
Much like how you sit in a work shop all day making a pale imitation of my brother’s tinker toys so you can play hero for once. You’re a body guard Harold, and a chauffeur, not a hero. And the green tint of envy around your gills isn’t as well hidden as you think. So when you’re finished wiping my weak minded amnesiac of a brother’s ass. Maybe you’ll realize this. Besides, what makes you think you can be a hero, how are you going to save functioning adults when you couldn’t even save a fetus.
ummm no
the-better-stark replied to your post: You should fuck Tony… in the car he has you drive him around in. Make him take your cock deep down his throat until he begs you to put it somewhere else. Don’t be gentle with him. Or make him give you head while you drive him to an important meeting.Thought it would be nice to see Tony out of control for a bit. My idiot brother deserves something like that, just dont be gentle with him will you Harold? bring him within an inch of his life then kindly leave him on my front porchHow about no, Gregory. Just as twisted as ever I see.
I do so hate my pathetic faulty reflection. I guess the sloppy seconds of my cellular split in the womb is doing better than i anticipated, not like he didn’t swindle it away from me in the beguining. Think about it Harold. You could come work for me. With not even half the inconvenience you get from baby Anthony.
Not a chance freakshow, but man do you like the sound of your own voice.
One learns to love the sound when its the only intelligent company they can procure.
ummm no
the-better-stark replied to your post: You should fuck Tony… in the car he has you drive him around in. Make him take your cock deep down his throat until he begs you to put it somewhere else. Don’t be gentle with him. Or make him give you head while you drive him to an important meeting.Thought it would be nice to see Tony out of control for a bit. My idiot brother deserves something like that, just dont be gentle with him will you Harold? bring him within an inch of his life then kindly leave him on my front porchHow about no, Gregory. Just as twisted as ever I see.
I do so hate my pathetic faulty reflection. I guess the sloppy seconds of my cellular split in the womb is doing better than i anticipated, not like he didn’t swindle it away from me in the beguining. Think about it Harold. You could come work for me. With not even half the inconvenience you get from baby Anthony.
Dear Tony, we found some of your baby pictures in a storage space you forgot your dad left you, im just going to leave this here
Dear James. Thats me. The hair is obviously blonde, Tony was off to the right and dad cropped him out because he was picking his nose.
@hawkeye-never-misses & the-better-stark
Gregory sighed and calmly reached into his shirt, pulling out the fake arc reactor. “You always were a pestering little piece of shit. Always showing up where you weren’t wanted.” He flipped the phony reactor in his hand and a compartment popped out revealing a tazer. He fired two pins at Carol, not waiting to see if they connect or not beforeshotting out both hands for Tony. One hand, aiming for his little brother’s throat, the other aiming to rip out the real Arc Reactor.
Wincing at the pins striking her before she gasped at the initial shot of electricity. Yet it didn’t take long for her to grit her teeth and absorb the energy; then rip the pins from herself. Without a second though she dove for Gregory as he was going for Tony, aiming to tackle him down. Main focus to pin him down to get this sorted out, maybe get a few shot in there for the tazering if she was lucky.
All Clint could think about was “Really guys? REALLY? IN MY HOSPITAL ROOM? WHILE I’M FUCKING STILL HEALING?” He exhaled into the oxygen mask again, _forcing_ himself to sit up, pulling at the stitches and stretching his still healing broken bones, before blindly reaching for something, anything, to throw in Gregory’s direction. Or at least what he hoped was Gregory’s direction, because fuck if he knew where Gregory was, because he sounded JUST. LIKE. TONY.
Clint grit his teeth, yanking off the oxygen mask, “R-really you bastard? R-really?” He snarled under his breath, “Honestly, whoever you are Tony’s brother, you couldn’t wait…till I could at least WALK?”
“Oh, shi-” Tony darted back just in time for Gregory’s fingertips to barely graze his chest over the arc reactor. Right. He forgot that Gregory fucking hated him and wanted him dead. Sometimes he forgot small details regarding his familial ties like that. No wonder he never got a Christmas card.
It was enough for Carol to tackle him tot he ground and he sidestepped so the man wouldn’t fall on top of him as well, which would only make things worse and the chance of fatality would increase about 216%. “Sorry Clint! We’ll, uh, take this outside!” He grabbed the back of the man’s shirt quickly and, together with Carol, practically threw him outside of the room before leaving and shutting hte door. “Gregory, don’t do this right now, god damn it; you can’t win,” he said sharply. Pepper was still downstairs, and fortunately a suit wasn’t far off.
Gregory stumbled out into the hall as dignified as he could. “Winning is a matter of opinion. And you dont know my assets.” He pushed a button in his ring and guns dropped down from the ceiling. “I outfitted this place with weapons when you got soft Tony. I work here now. I know everything about every Avenger. I know that ‘Captain America’ is the passwords to your suit. I like my chances.”
