Post by deo on Aug 9, 2014 7:09:28 GMT
“SUNDAY! SUNDAY! SUNDAY! IT’S THE MAN OF IRON VS WOMAN OF WONDER!
It’s the once in a lifetime event, the battle of the sexes, the clash of the genders, the man of Mars against the vixen from Venus! Earth’s chozen hero of technology and modern warfare will face the Amazon from our brutal past! No time limit, no power limit, no surrender!
This Sunday only, you’ll pay for the whole seat, BUT YOU’LL ONLY NEED THE BLEEDING EDGE!”
Pepper stopped the ad and turned to Peter the marketing guy. There is a dead silence for a solid two seconds. She stood stretched over his shoulder, and he breathed out heavily.
“It might be a little bit sexist.”
“You think?”
“Yes…Yes it is, a bit. But this is exactly what you asked for,”
“Really,” Pepper said, “because I don’t remember any conversation where I told you that I’d really like a commercial that was secretly a time machine back to 1990’s monster truck era.”
“Well it wasn’t so much you, as it was Tony.”
“And what did Tony say?
“He hinted that he wanted it louder and sexier,” Peter said.
Pepper clicked eject on the laptop and the video screen closed as it ejected the DVD.
“In fact,” Peter said, “it wasn’t so much a ‘hint’ as him telling me, ‘hey I want you to make this louder and sexier’. And then he winked at me.”
Pepper takes the disc out and hands it back to him.
“Yeah well, we don’t listen to Tony on message and this is why. Next time he tells you to do something just nod and say ‘you got it Tony’. He’s used to that. Here, take this and bring it back when it doesn’t look like the kind of event that involves a T-shirt canon. Oh and Pete,”
He takes the disc and looks back sheepishly.
“Yeah?”
“What do you do if Tony tells you to do something?”
“Nod and say ‘you got it Tony’.”
“And then what?”
“…I then proceed to not do the thing?”
She smiles and nods. Pete pulls a few things up on the laptop as Pepper walks out of the office. A short elevator ride later and she is at the ground floor of Stark Tower where Tony is talking with a bright-eyed reporter. She’s taking as many quick-notes as possible while he looks around at nothing in particular.
“So Mr. Stark,”
“Please Mr. Stark was my father. Call me Dr. Tony Stark.”
Pepper walks up behind him, seemingly unnoticed.
“Sir, if you don’t mind me asking, how exactly is any of this safe? Both of you are incredibly dangerous in your own right. If you fought, couldn’t innocent people get hurt? ”
“Absolutely not, innocent people won’t be anywhere near where this is going to happen; unless you include me as one, and I certainly don’t. The event will be taking place on, around, and above a small atoll in the Pacific. Safety as well as copyright concerns prevent me from telling you exactly where, but we will both have small cameras attached to our bodies as well as an array of orbiting Stark satellites for aerial shots. And for the low, low, price of 22.99 you can have the pleasure of watching me fight a flying Greek goddess from the comfort and safety of your living-room.”
“I see, but can I ask why exactly are you doing this?”
“For the children.”
“I’m sorry?”
“The children, we’re doing it for the children.”
“I don’t…”
“All profits will be donated to charity,” Pepper said, surprising them both, “if Tony wins it goes to the Stark Endowment for Child Leukemia Research, and if Wonderwoman wins it goes to the Athena project which will use the money to build schools for girls in developing nations.”
“Thank you,” the reporter said as she quickly jotted it down on her pad.
“Like I said, for the children.” Tony added.
“Yes,” Pepper continued, “However as part of the agreed set-up, both participants get seven days to prepare, and as Tony is already on day two I need to get him back to work. Thank you.”
Pepper led her boss back to the elevator, calmly ignoring the reporter’s increased inquiries as the door closed behind them. Tony pressed the button for the 3rd basement and then looks to her .
“You know, you can be a very stealthy woman.”
“What happened to ‘I’ll lock myself in the garage for the next week?’ ” she asked.
“Really, I mean it, you are deadly silent,” he said, “Hey, speaking of stealth, you hear she’s got an invisible plane?”
“Wouldn’t an invisible plane be incredibly hard to land and pilot, while still remaining just as visible to radar and heat-seeking missiles?”
“Yeah, but you could put it in a handicap space and no one would know.”
The door opened and they walked into Tony’s workroom. A few pieces of prototype Ironman suits are scattered on tables and benches. Pepper goes out first, stalks into the room, and leans against a red and yellow chest-plate three times larger then the usual one.
“I’m serious Tony, you can’t be wasting time chatting with the press or filling the marketing guy’s head with bad ideas. If you don’t get started right now the only thing people are going to see is her slapping you around until her arm gets tired, which I would certainly pay money to see, but the rest of your adoring fans may not.”
Tony begins to twirl an unlit welding torch between his fingers.
“You know, when we build the new wing to the Stark Endowment research center there was going to be a little water fountain on the third floor with a plaque and your name on it, but with you just talked your way out of it.”
“Tony,”
“Yes, yes, yes” he said, “I'm on it. Relax, this is me we’re talking about.”
He winked.
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Datapages
electricferret.freeforums.net/thread/55/wonder-woman
electricferret.freeforums.net/thread/40/iron-man
It’s the once in a lifetime event, the battle of the sexes, the clash of the genders, the man of Mars against the vixen from Venus! Earth’s chozen hero of technology and modern warfare will face the Amazon from our brutal past! No time limit, no power limit, no surrender!
This Sunday only, you’ll pay for the whole seat, BUT YOU’LL ONLY NEED THE BLEEDING EDGE!”
Pepper stopped the ad and turned to Peter the marketing guy. There is a dead silence for a solid two seconds. She stood stretched over his shoulder, and he breathed out heavily.
“It might be a little bit sexist.”
“You think?”
“Yes…Yes it is, a bit. But this is exactly what you asked for,”
“Really,” Pepper said, “because I don’t remember any conversation where I told you that I’d really like a commercial that was secretly a time machine back to 1990’s monster truck era.”
“Well it wasn’t so much you, as it was Tony.”
“And what did Tony say?
“He hinted that he wanted it louder and sexier,” Peter said.
Pepper clicked eject on the laptop and the video screen closed as it ejected the DVD.
“In fact,” Peter said, “it wasn’t so much a ‘hint’ as him telling me, ‘hey I want you to make this louder and sexier’. And then he winked at me.”
Pepper takes the disc out and hands it back to him.
“Yeah well, we don’t listen to Tony on message and this is why. Next time he tells you to do something just nod and say ‘you got it Tony’. He’s used to that. Here, take this and bring it back when it doesn’t look like the kind of event that involves a T-shirt canon. Oh and Pete,”
He takes the disc and looks back sheepishly.
“Yeah?”
“What do you do if Tony tells you to do something?”
“Nod and say ‘you got it Tony’.”
“And then what?”
“…I then proceed to not do the thing?”
She smiles and nods. Pete pulls a few things up on the laptop as Pepper walks out of the office. A short elevator ride later and she is at the ground floor of Stark Tower where Tony is talking with a bright-eyed reporter. She’s taking as many quick-notes as possible while he looks around at nothing in particular.
“So Mr. Stark,”
“Please Mr. Stark was my father. Call me Dr. Tony Stark.”
Pepper walks up behind him, seemingly unnoticed.
“Sir, if you don’t mind me asking, how exactly is any of this safe? Both of you are incredibly dangerous in your own right. If you fought, couldn’t innocent people get hurt? ”
“Absolutely not, innocent people won’t be anywhere near where this is going to happen; unless you include me as one, and I certainly don’t. The event will be taking place on, around, and above a small atoll in the Pacific. Safety as well as copyright concerns prevent me from telling you exactly where, but we will both have small cameras attached to our bodies as well as an array of orbiting Stark satellites for aerial shots. And for the low, low, price of 22.99 you can have the pleasure of watching me fight a flying Greek goddess from the comfort and safety of your living-room.”
“I see, but can I ask why exactly are you doing this?”
“For the children.”
“I’m sorry?”
“The children, we’re doing it for the children.”
“I don’t…”
“All profits will be donated to charity,” Pepper said, surprising them both, “if Tony wins it goes to the Stark Endowment for Child Leukemia Research, and if Wonderwoman wins it goes to the Athena project which will use the money to build schools for girls in developing nations.”
“Thank you,” the reporter said as she quickly jotted it down on her pad.
“Like I said, for the children.” Tony added.
“Yes,” Pepper continued, “However as part of the agreed set-up, both participants get seven days to prepare, and as Tony is already on day two I need to get him back to work. Thank you.”
Pepper led her boss back to the elevator, calmly ignoring the reporter’s increased inquiries as the door closed behind them. Tony pressed the button for the 3rd basement and then looks to her .
“You know, you can be a very stealthy woman.”
“What happened to ‘I’ll lock myself in the garage for the next week?’ ” she asked.
“Really, I mean it, you are deadly silent,” he said, “Hey, speaking of stealth, you hear she’s got an invisible plane?”
“Wouldn’t an invisible plane be incredibly hard to land and pilot, while still remaining just as visible to radar and heat-seeking missiles?”
“Yeah, but you could put it in a handicap space and no one would know.”
The door opened and they walked into Tony’s workroom. A few pieces of prototype Ironman suits are scattered on tables and benches. Pepper goes out first, stalks into the room, and leans against a red and yellow chest-plate three times larger then the usual one.
“I’m serious Tony, you can’t be wasting time chatting with the press or filling the marketing guy’s head with bad ideas. If you don’t get started right now the only thing people are going to see is her slapping you around until her arm gets tired, which I would certainly pay money to see, but the rest of your adoring fans may not.”
Tony begins to twirl an unlit welding torch between his fingers.
“You know, when we build the new wing to the Stark Endowment research center there was going to be a little water fountain on the third floor with a plaque and your name on it, but with you just talked your way out of it.”
“Tony,”
“Yes, yes, yes” he said, “I'm on it. Relax, this is me we’re talking about.”
He winked.
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Datapages
electricferret.freeforums.net/thread/55/wonder-woman
electricferret.freeforums.net/thread/40/iron-man
