JARVIS, drop my needle.

Everyone tells Tony that he looks exactly like Robert Downey Jr. He’s the only one who doesn’t see it

Everyone tells Tony that he looks exactly like Robert Downey Jr. He’s the only one who doesn’t see it

Send me one “Dear—-” and I’ll write a letter to this person

Dear person I hate,

Dear person I like,

Dear ex boyfriend,

Dear ex girlfriend,

Dear ex bestfriend,

Dear bestfriend,

Dear *anyone*,

Dear Santa,

Dear mom,

Dear dad,

Dear future me,

Dear past me,

Dear person I’m jealous of,

Dear person I had a crush on,

Dear girlfriend,

Dear boyfriend,

feriowind:

Tony’s pet robo-pup! I read a thing someone wrote on how Tony doesn’t have the heart to dismantle any of his robots, and then this came up. Was inspired by the robot dog in Pluto, which was really adorable ;w;

zkyrim:

You told me not to trust anyone. This is how it ends. Everything goes.

leavemealoneimblogging:

I don’t understand girls who don’t like superhero movies, I mean I get that not all girls like the action and explosions and that stuff but this?

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Also a lot of superhero movies are really funny:

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And also Tony Stark

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Not The Expected Results

daughterofthebillionaire:

billiondollarsuperhero:

Upon hearing her groan, Tony quickly moved back a couple of paces, his arms stretched out helplessly as he tried to assess her injuries on his own. He eyed the damage done to his shelves and envisioned the force of impact, knowing that steel and bone should never collide so harshly. With a sigh, he reached out to touch her arm because she looked like she was struggling a bit and then stopped. And blinked. And blinked some more.

"What? What?" He paused and tried to find the words. "What?" Thanks for the help genius brain.

Despite her protests and the fact that she just gave JARVIS an order, and acted like she knew him familiarly, he still did what he could to help her.

"JARVIS, don’t listen to this woman. She is apparently suffering from a serious traumatic head injury. She just called me dad." And then his eyes widened in horror. "Oh god. What if this is like a baby duck thing and she imprinted on me because I’m the first face she saw?"

"Sir, while entertaining to think about, I do not believe that is the case."

"Well what bright ideas do you have then? Because she called me dad and that is the only logical explanation I can think of."

The AI stayed silent for a moment. "Clearly you are correct and there is no other scientific explanation possible whatsoever. My mistake."

"Tone down the bitchiness, J." He looked at the girl again. "Can you tell me what year it is? Who is president? How many fingers am I holding up?" As an afterthought he held up four. "Also, what’s your name?"

Pushing herself up to sit completely up without using her arms for support anymore, Leighton glanced wearily at her father. Last time he pulled this little charade, she was eleven and heartbroken he had done it. Tony had her going good for an hour before he had surrendered and had to spend the following three hours calming Leighton down, explaining the joke.

Taking her eyes off her dad, she looked around the room and to the shelves behind her. “You know,” she mumbled, standing up. “I’m quite glad we convinced Bruce to throw us around to test out the suits when we completed them, otherwise,” she pointed at the shelves briefly before turning back to him and grinning. “That would have hurt a lot.”

Feeling a slight kink in her back, the brunette bent backwards slowly until she felt and heard the familiar pop of her spine. She whipped straight up and shook her head, lazily stretching her arms over her head. “That was fun.”

It wasn’t until just then that Leighton had realized Tony asked her questions before. She looked at him, oddly. Was he really doing this? Well, she wasn’t falling for it again. Who knew how many cameras he had on them at the moment, just waiting to put up on social media sites.

"It’s 2014, first off. I count four fingers. As for the president, do you want the president of the United States or a rival company?" she smirked. Oh yeah, she was not going to fall for this. "And you know my name. You did give it to me."

Honestly, he even had JARVIS going on her now. Last time, the AI was the only thing keeping Leighton from going completely insane. Rolling her eyes, she laughed. “Come on, Dad. Stop playing around. We don’t have much time before Pepper gets back and the last thing we need is for her to find out we tested the machine against her wishes… Did you change your shirt?”

How long had she been out?

Tony stared dumbly at the girl in front of him. He had no idea what she was talking about. Sort of.

"What suits? What are you…" he tilted his head and then winced. "That didn’t sound good. Something is definitely broken there." And then he straightened his neck and gave her a serious look. "I obviously meant the president of…you know what, never mind. I don’t know your name though. I don’t have a kid. Not as far as I know. I realized awhile ago the whole dad thing wasn’t in the cards for me. So sorry for the confusion, but I think maybe we should send you back where you came from."

Wow. Was he about to start hyperventilating? An abrupt peel of laughter from his mouth made him think he probably was. “I don’t know who thought this would be a good joke, but it’s not funny. It’s not. Pepper’s not here. Everyone knows that. She left. What machine?”

He rubbed at his forehead with his fingers. “I just got back from a really stupid battle with giant dogs and I dislocated my shoulder, which is really fucking sore right now. If this is a game, could we wait until I don’t feel like someone dropped a ton of bricks on me. And I mean an actual ton of bricks, not the metaphorical ton of bricks…which this actually kind of is.”

billiondollarsuperhero
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billiondollarsuperhero:

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