Toast, you really deserve them.
and right on cue here’s a spew of tony feels:
Okay, y’all, here is the thing about being peerless: it means you don’t have any peers. I think I’ve posted about this at some point, about the fact that Tony Stark’s life is this amalgamation of all these ways he’s in a different league than anyone else—built his first circuit board at four years old, graduated from MIT years before most students even enter college, heir to The Empire Howard Stark Built (and I imagine there’s a version of that which plays along in Tony’s head sometimes, like The House That Jack Built only personalized and, y’know, worse). He doesn’t have siblings, he’s clearly got some very big and very messy emotional issues with his parents, and all the people we see him count as actual friends—Pepper, Rhodey, Happy, Jarvis, and that’s REALLY THE WHOLE LIST—were either paid to spend time with him by him, ordered to spend time with him by the US military, or literally built by him for the explicit purpose of spending time with him.
Oh, and there’s Obie, of course. We all know how well that went for him.
And then he tells the world he’s Iron Man, which, really, I don’t think is an ego thing, because I think Tony Stark’s ego is its own kind of suit. I think he built it up as the years went by, toughened it up to the point where even he could believe his own hype if he squinted and didn’t push too hard; I think he tells the world he’s Iron Man because it lifts him to a different strata of humanity, because it (at the time) makes him bigger and better than anything, anyone, else out there. Tony Stark is an asshole and a cad and a genius billionaire playboy philanthropist, Tony Stark wraps himself up in all these things and quirks and names for himself, Tony Stark is weak and fallible underneath the house of cards that is the person he tries to present, but Iron Man? Is a superhero.
Oh lord no I do not need to be crying right now