This 𝘀𝗽𝗹𝗲𝗻𝗱𝗶𝗱 𝗺𝗲𝘁𝗮𝗹 𝘀𝗸𝗶𝗻 I’ve created. …or the 𝗳𝗿𝗮𝗶𝗹 𝘁𝗵𝗶𝗻𝗴 that wears it?

Floating about the reader, armoured arms crossed across his chest as he watches.

Beautiful Gala set up by yours truly——A celebration of Stark Housing helping the homeless get a new start in housing, and a recommendation from him for a new job. It’s a good day, and he’s in a good mood.

Ah, reporters.. Nightmare.

Spent his afternoon throwing down with Crimson Dynamo. Poor guy didn’t know I spent all morning in meetings and was just waiting to blow off a little steam. Back to prison. He’ll be taking the armour to find some new use for the technology.

This counts as my sunday post too.

Universe finally punished him for not being more careful when working in his lab. Can’t complain, this is karma at work. Ouch.

We’re both pretty stubborn guys——It can always be worse, right?

Holding a frozen bag of peas up against his upper cheek——Staring into space, clearly lost in his own thoughts.

Mornin’.

Cooped up in his workshop, looking over some of the armour he confiscated from a recent villain run in. He gets so excited getting to analyse their stuff. Even if most of it is low-grade.

You’re all invited to this years Halloween party. Anyone not in a costume will not be allowed in, for the record.

There are X-Men who have been Avengers.

It’s truly unbelievable there are companies—and the US military most of all—who still try to convince him to create weapons for them. Downright ridiculous. Idiotic, honestly.