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Making Mr. Right	By : Prentice Category: Marvel Verse Comics > Iron Man Views: 2263 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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The thing about making friends his own age was that Tony sucked at it. Really sucked at it. Really, really sucked at it.
He sucked at it so much, in fact, that he’d pretty much given up on making real friends with anyone his own age when he was somewhere around the age of seven and his mother, in some misguided attempt to make him more like other kids and less like his father, had forced him to attend a birthday party for one of Stark Industries’ employee’s kids.
Disaster of epic proportions didn’t really cover what had happened that day. It came pretty damn close, though, and in Tony’s own defense, only one small fire truck had been needed to put the flames out. And, you know, no matter what his mother had said, it wasn’t like the kid hadn’t deserved to have his birthday cake and presents go up in a small but rather spectacular mushroom cloud of smoke and flame.
He’d been kind of a dick to everyone, including Tony, especially Tony, even though Tony had been the only one there to bring him a half-way decent present. Not cheap toys like the rest of the kids or clothing he didn’t even want from the parents. No, Tony had painstakingly picked out something cool, something he hoped the other boy would like, only to have the little shit call him a ‘freak’ because Tony had no fucking clue how to just be a kid and not…not Tony fucking Stark.
And, okay, Jesus Christ, he knew he had issues, but still, the kid had gotten what he deserved and Tony wasn’t going to regret it for one damn second.
Anyway, though, yeah, Tony wasn’t good at making friends. Or maybe it was that he wasn’t good at keeping friends, which was kind of a whole different ball park but whatever. He wasn’t good at it, was the point.
Which was why it was kind of surprising and a little bit alarming to realize that, thanks to Jarvis, Tony might have made another friend. Not like Jarvis, who was always going to be Tony’s first-best-last but, apparently, not his only friend. No, it was most definitely different from that whole ‘situation’ – and that’s what Tony considered it: a ‘situation’.
One that wasn’t going to be solved overnight, even if sometimes he had dreams about it that were fairly x-rated and in full Technicolor so he woke up hard and aching. Desperate for a release from all the tension and the emotion and the sidelong looks that he sometimes thought Jarvis sent his way but were probably just a figment of his imagination. Wishful thinking that he just couldn’t get past…
No, this new friend situation wasn’t like that.
What it was, though, Tony wasn’t really sure. It was kind of hard to tell with someone like Happy Hogan. After all, the first time he’d met the guy, it’d been when he was dragging Jarvis’s dead-looking body back to his dorm in the middle of the night after a not-quite successful outdoor test-run and, really, he’d only had himself to blame for that.
Jarvis had warned him at least a dozen times about imminent power failure due to his not-quite-up-to-standard internal power source, but he just hadn’t listened because it was thrilling as hell to walk around campus with Jarvis in his sharp suit and tie, looking so fucking out of place and beautiful next to Tony’s own scuffed shoes and old faded Stark Expo t-shirt.
He was light and crisp next to Tony’s dark and scruffy and Tony fucking loved having people they passed see their differences and seeing them together. Together, not apart, but side by side. With Tony’s shoulder brushing against Jarvis’ upper arm because, right now, Jarvis was still a few inches taller than him and Tony really hoped he’d hit another growth spurt soon because, goddammit, he did not want to be the short one in this relationship.
Anyhow, though, moving on, the first time he’d met Happy, he’d been dragging Jarvis’s seemingly lifeless corpse back to his room because, even though they’d put on a burst of speed when Jarvis’s voice had started to sound metallic and crackled like static over a microphone, they were still too fucking far away from the dorms when Jarvis had dropped like a marionette with its strings cut. Tony hadn’t been able to do anything other than curse like a particularly pissed off sailor denied shore leave before he half dragged, half carried Jarvis’s powered down body the rest of the way. And the really strange and fucked-up thing about it was, unlike most people, who would have probably run off screaming in the night at seeing some random guy dragging what looked like a gorgeous albeit seemingly dead body behind him, Happy had just shambled up to them, picked up Jarvis’s feet, and asked where they were taking him.
They – not just Tony – they, like they were in this together. Like he was perfectly okay with helping some random overachieving MIT student he’d just randomly met hide a body. And, okay, maybe Happy kind of looked like the type, what with his bloodied knuckles and busted lip, but still – still – no one had ever bothered to do something like that for Tony.
Or, well, not someone who he didn’t consider family.
Obie – Obadiah Stane – his dad’s business partner and an old friend of the Stark family might have, but Tony figured that had more to do with his friendship with his father than any real feelings he had for Tony. Not to say that Tony thought Obie was a bad guy – he was nice to Tony and had never talked down to him like some of Howard’s friends did – but still, Tony wasn’t really sure he’d consider the guy family. As close to family as you could get, maybe, but not real family, and Tony wasn’t even a hundred percent that Obie would’ve helped him himself and not just sent some people over to “disappear” the whole issue.
That some random guy like Happy, who didn’t even seem to know who the fuck Tony was, had helped him by lugging Jarvis all the way back to his dorm and then into his room without expecting anything back other than maybe a glass of water because what the fuck had Tony been thinking when he’d built Jarvis’s frame work? He was fucking heavy, and they were really going to have to fix that and his power issues sometime really fucking soon because Tony’s back wasn’t going to survive this shit for much longer if he kept having to drag Jarvis around like a particularly expensive and snarky oversized piece of man-luggage…and well…
Tony might not have been good at making friends or keeping friends before Jarvis came along but he was going to make goddamn sure that Happy stayed around. Even if he had to pay the guy. Even if he had to pay the guy and be his really good, though not his best because that was Jarvis’s spot and Tony wouldn’t have it any other way, friend.
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