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l0uk45 · 4 years

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What if... Dr. Anthony Edward Stark

“So I should explain that this AU wasn’t originally my idea, the concept belongs to @tonystarktogo. Basically, in this universe, Tony Stark never really believed in Superheroes and Supervillains. Only people with powers that fight for good, evil, or survival. They still have lapses of judgement, they still make mistakes, and most importantly, they still get hurt. And what do you do in a world where no one can help these supers off the ground when they get hurt? Why build your own place that helps these supers that got hurt (for quite possibly stupid reasons).

This is that story, where Tony Stark brings in his first patient, only to have SHIELD knocking at his door in the next 24 hours.

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Tony groaned: “JARVIS (Just A Rather Very Intelligent System, that part is canon), please tell me there’s something interesting going on.”

The voice of his robotic partner said: “I’m sorry, sir, but there appears to be no-” He was interrupted by a ping, and soon continued: “Oh, nevermind, there seems to be a potential super with grave injuries out in the streets of Manhattan.”

Tony asked: “Aren’t we in New York City?” JARVIS added: “Manhattan in a portion of New York, sir. I thought you would have at least studied the rough geographical regions of the city, given your new establishment here.”

Tony waved him off and put on his blazer: “Eh, whatever.” He grabbed a pair of sunglasses, the lenses glowing blue as he said: “EDITH (Even Drunk, I’m The Host, in this au she was designed as an assistant for Tony whenever he got drunk outside his premises, she is connected to his suits and lets him safely do things through NTENS (Nanoscale Transcutaneous Electrical Nerve Stimulation) intergrated in all his suits), get me a cab. We have a first customer.”

In the back alleys of Manhattan, a lone man struggled. He had a knife in his abdomen, one of his arms was metal for some reason, and he had no idea how the fuck he got thrown out of a moving taxi from a highway bridge, with a massive assault rifle in his arms and an uzi on his back. He just knew he was then jumped by like ten people wearing full-black with blue-silver badges showing an eagle on their belts, and he was forced to fight, when he then fell onto a knife after the fight was done. Literally, one of the people he either KO’d or killed (what exactly does turning the neck so much it cracks do again?) held a knife just in the right spot in their hand for him to trip and fall right onto the exposed blade.

He brushed his hair out of his face: “I need a haircut...” He limped out deeper into the alley, trying to get as far away from people. He needed to survive. He needed to run.

So seeing a man with sleek black hair and a perfectly maintained black goatee-beard combo, wearing blue-tinted glowing glasses and a black Armani suit with a red tie, walk up to him calmly when he turned the corner... Yeah, not a welcome sight.

He swung his metal arm at the Suit, who easily sidestepped. He was caught by fairly sturdy arms as he fell forward, and the Suit said: “Woah, easy there, pal, let’s not get too hasty.”

He helped prop him up: “You need a ride? Yeah, you need a ride, you look like shit. Come on, let’s go get you patched up.”

The metal-armed mad grunted: “No... Hospital...”

The Suit smirked: “Dude, I’m crazy, not stupid. I’ll take you somewhere where no one’s gonna search for you.”

A few hours later, back at Stark Aid, Tony looked over the schematics for the mechanical arm: “This is some ancient but inovative tech right here...” JARVIS asked: “Would you like me to run a diagnostics, sir?” He shook his head: “Nah, I can already see the problem parts. You can assemble a new schematic for the upgrade though.” JARVIS answered: “Intergrate the NAR (neoelemental Arc Reactor), sir?” He shrugged: “Why not. And while you’re at it, give him an internal nanoskeleton to help with the weight issues.” “Understood. I will report to HASHE (Helping And Super-Healing Embrace) immediately.”

Tony sighed, looking over the operation room, his first patient on the bed, being operated by state-of-the-art androids and surgery robots all lead by HASHE, the best surgery and medicine program in the history. He should know. He built all of it. Well, not by himself, but he did all of the conceptualization and design and supervised the development of the technology.

He soon walked off and said: “FRIDAY (Female Replacement Intelligent Digital Assistant Youth, also canon), schedule a meeting with the press for next week. Oh, and take a day off, you deserve it.”

A feminine android-like body soon joined him, wearing a stereotypical assistant’s outfit of a pencil skirt and a blazer, holding a tablet and a stylus: “Would you prefer Saturday at 10 am or Sunday at noon?”

Before he could respond, an alarm blared through the fascility. Tony groane dand started running: “JARVIS, secure the sector with the patient, and don’t let HASHE stop!”

JARVIS responded with a simple ‘understood’ as Tony and FRIDAY ran to the front door. Tony said: “FRIDAY, take the side exit, I can deal with this.” FRIDAY nodded and separated: “I will try and enjoy my time off, sir.” Her clothes altered as she ran off, changed to regular relaxed wear as she turned the corner.

Soon enough, he arrived at the front entrance, seeing a team of what looked like high-tech SWAT agents trying to break down his door. He stopped them and exclaimed: “Stop trying to break down my door, we have a doorbell for that!”

He then noticed something about their uniforms: navy blue with a grey crest of an eagle over the chest, with the initials SHIELD written on the back. He straightened out his suit: “What do you want?”

A man in a black suit, a blue tie and completely no hair came up to him and said in a plain voice: “Mr. Stark, I am Agent Phil Coulson from the Strategic Homeland Intervention Enforcement and Logistics Division. I have been tasked with retreating a war criminal called the Winter Soldier, and it is in my knowledge that you are currently housing him in these fascilities. I would request-”

“Nope.”

Coulson asked, slightly startled by this: “Excuse me?”

Tony said: “Whatever you were about to say, the answer is no.”

Coulson smiled and said: “I’m afraid you don’t understand the severity of the situation.”

Tony said: “What, you mean an unconscious man with all sorts of amnesia and a rickety prosthetic from the Colc War era with a stab wound and half his blood missing is a threat?”

Phil nodded: “Yes, once he recovers.”

Tony said: “Your agents jumped a disoriented man with an uzi that was just dumped out of a car on a free way, and one of them managed to stab him in the gut. He was very close to dying in that street when I found him.”

“That is none of your concern-”

“Oh, I’m sorry, I am just taking physical care of a fucking mental patient with a metal arm and less memories than a newborn infant, fixing up all his old scarring and physical trauma his body has endured, but sure, let me go back in, I’ll bring him over here in ten minutes when his body is open for medical procedures to improve his quality of life!”

Coulson said: “Aren’t you an engineer?” Tony said: “Yes, an engineer that designed medical systems, machinery and aids. So?”

Phil said: “Surrender him.”

“I don’t wanna.”

“This is not a debate.”

“Sounds like a debate to me.”

“This is a serious matter.”

“I know, and I’m serious in refusing giving you help unless one of your supers is hurt and needs medical attention.”

Phil said: “I can have you arrested.”

Tony shrugged: “Won’t be the first time.”

“For treason.”

“I sold military-grade missiles to terrorists without my knowledge, brought to my attention in court.”

Phil sighed: “Well, I guess we have no choice but to take him by force.”

Tony smirked: “I figured you’d say that.” Ten humanoid drones ran up behind him, getting in position around their boss, Tony. They held up energy rifles, the barrels glowing with charge: “The guns are set to stun. A great non-lethat deterrent.”

The SHIELD agents readied their weapons as well, the two men wearing suits standing still in a calm manner between the stand-off.

Tony said: “I’m not here to do business, okay, I’m just here because people get hurt and they can’t go to a regular hospital without risk of their identities being revealed, that’s it.”

Coulson asked, kind of in disbelief: “Wait, you think supers are just regular people?”

Tony said: “Well, yeah. Laser eyes don’t make you better at deciding what’s best for people. Neither does super strength, super speed, a healing factor, or turning into ice cream. Well, the last one makes you popular with kids, but I don’t think being eaten alive by an army of five-year-olds is beneficial to one’s career as a hero or villain.”

Coulson nodded before turning back to his men: “Okay, stand down. Our business is done here.” He turned back to Tony: “This isn’t the last time you’ll be hearing from us. We’ll be back for Barnes in about a week, along with, I suspect, plans for a certain arrangement.”

Tony simply smirked as the androids behind him walked off: “Inter-company contracts will cost money.”

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