#hexpower

A lot of it is an act - Tony’s more showman than business man. 

Now, that’s not to say he doesn’t understand business, because he does; SI would’ve tanked by now if that was case. But that bullshitting was a second language to him. 

When he’s in a room, the attention is on him, regardless if he plays up to it or not and the only bit of control Tony’s got over that is to throw himself into it and own what he chooses them to see. They’ll run stories about him no matter what, but if he can expect what those stories are going to be, because he’d spent the night spoon feeding them, then all the better. 

There’s expectations of Tony Stark - to be loud, to smile and flirt, to fill the room up until there’s nothing left for himself and honestly? 

It’s fucking exhausting. 

When he gets to pick who he’s around, and obviously they’re people he likes and trusts, sure, he’s a sociable fucker. It’s different then. His jokes aren’t for show, he doesn’t have anyone to play up to, he can just be himself and expect no repercussions from it. 

But at the heart of it? He’s isolated. How are you meant to know if someone is talking to you because they actually want to or if they’re after a quick fuck or buck? As for his peers? God, they’re all assholes, why the fuck would he want anything to do with them?

Location: The Underground Safe House Date: June 22nd 2015 Time: 8:15 AM EST

San Wilson would be lying if he said he was enjoying any moment of this. They had only been underground for a day, but already he was starting to get antsy. He supposed he couldn’t complain however, no doubt Redwing was feeling cooped up as well. The falcon had a bed in Sam’s room to curl up in, but Sam knew it couldn’t replace an actual nest, Before he had nested in the tree outside Sam’s bedroom window but now...now Sam didn’t know where he could let him go. It wasn’t like Redwing was a bird native to the states. . People would notice. They were under a bridge, perhaps he could take him outside and let him nest up there...that was a topic for another day however. They needed to get settled where they were.

He was used to taking a run this time of the morning. That would be something he would have to get used to missing. At least this safe house had a gym, he thought. And so instead of a morning jog, he had done a morning workout. It gave him some time to think the situation over. Even if he wasn’t in a safehouse, he wouldn’t like this one bit. He believed that a superhero who caused damage in a fight should fix that damage and that if anyone got hurt because of them they should own up to it and help that person every way they could. But this new registration act? He couldn’t sit by and accept that. Something about being forced to register just didn’t sit right with him. 

People are stupid. 

And he doesn’t just mean that they can’t learn thermonuclear astrophysics in an evening - he means common sense too. 

People just don’t think. 

They let themselves get swept up with whatever online newspaper is their favorite and then that’s it - out the window goes original thought. 

They can’t see the big picture for all the little ones and it annoys Tony, who prides himself on being at least five steps ahead of anyone else, that people are far too comfortable with ignorance and stupidity.