Hey the names Tony Stark the sole proprieter to Stark industries also commonly known as IRON MAN. When i was 21 i inherited the company and rose it from it foundatiuons with bigger, better and definet smarter weapons. These weapons i have designed have saved many lives. However, once i turned 29 I was captured after a weapons demonstration in the middle east thus, I had time to have inner enlightnment stuck in a cave with a refugee named Yesin but after his help on the project (mark I) i was able to escape and come back to my home the U.S. Obedia Stane then sold some of the weapons (under the table) to our common enemy with out me knowing, this pissed me off then I improved on my design twice making the MarkIII and Ive been on a quest to destroy the weapons ever since( when ever photo journalists arnet bugging me like a miss Ava starling ....but hey good puplicity does come at a price ...a price i can shellout ). Thats my life in a nut shell have fun.
if you got Scotch or something else to donate i would be much appreaitive.
With sword in hand, the Trickster sprang forward and clashed against the opposing blade. "Ha! Have at thee, you foul creature!" His sword, Gram, hummed with magic as it struck against the beam sword. "My blade does not seemed to like yours much. Which I suppose is a good thing," Loki said as he pushed his foe away, throwing him into a stack of old magic texts.
Loki laughed low, "Oh-ho-ho, if I wanted a duel, I'd challenge a worthy opponent, not some mindless goon in armor that Iron Man himself would have tossed into the heap years ago!" His eyes began to shimmer as he brandished his sword Gram. "However, I will make a deal with you. Provide me, the Trickster God, with adequate entertainment, and we will see if you deserve your foul master's blade, be it in it's scabbard, or in your throat."
"Oh, that old thing?" Loki pulled the blade off it's wall mount to examine it. "I won it. A fair duel, actually. We'd agreed on no tricks, no reality altering power. Of course, neither of us kept to our world." The Trickster began turning the sword over in his hands, flipping it from tip to handle. "But I guess the old man is trying to get all of his old toys back. Well," he said as he passed the sword behind his back, "Come and get it." The sword did not reappear in his hands, but had vanished altogether!
Loki, who'd been comfortably lounging in his favourite absconded chair from Avengers Mansion, just rolled his eyes. "It's over there, you big drama queen," he said without even so much as rolling to face the Iron Hero.