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Title: Her Boy Friday (Part 2 of ?)
Fandom: Iron Man (Movieverse)
Rating: This part? PG-13 probably.
Summary: More, but less ridiculous Genderswapped!Iron Man fanfic for Karen and now also for everyone else who liked the first one. Toni's PoV, overlapping with/re-writing movie canon.

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Looking back Toni can’t really remember the moment when she was seized by terror, she only knows that she did not relax again until she saw Pepper on the tarmac at the end of the ramp, waiting with a dry face but bloodshot eyes.
_ _ _ _

Maybe the fear started when the car leading the Funvee went up in a ball of fire. It seemed logical, because really, one minute she was flirting the officer next to her out of his professional demeanor and possibly later his pants, and the next everything is burning and everyone is loading weapons like it’s the zombie apocalypse.

But no she was stunned then, looking around in confusion as everyone else piled out and left her there with her favourite dress pants sloshed with scotch and a gobsmacked look on her face. (At least that’s what the expression had looked like to her before the passenger side mirror was clipped off by the next round of gunfire.)



So maybe the panic took hold when she was scrambling through the dirt, trying to dial Obadiah and hide behind a rock at the same time, for once grateful for small stature and baseline survival training.

But it probably started when the next missile sunk itself into the sand not five feet from her and she had just enough time to register her name stamped on the side before the shrapnel tore into her chest, straight through her body armour just like it was designed to do....

_ _ _ _


The fear reaches fever pitch in the cave – when she wakes freezing cold dressed in someone else’s clothes (but still smelling like the scotch she had spilled on herself somehow) and gagging on the drainage tube down her throat.

On reflex she grabs it, pulls it out while whimpering and choking, the numbness in her fingers making it impossible to be gentle. Through blurry eyes she can see her breath in the air, the form of a man in the room with her, calmly shaving his stubble off in a shitty little mirror and ignoring her newfound awareness for the most part.

He only speaks when she rolls over and the battery beside her scrapes across the tabletop.

“I wouldn’t do that if I were you.”

And with horror she finds the metal fist of the magnet punched into her chest wall, rooted in the bone between her breasts like it belongs there.

_ _ _ _


Toni wants to scream and yell. Her anger is on the edge of boiling over as she goes staggering into the sunlight, clutching the car battery against her belly. But screaming and yelling got her half-drowned a few minutes ago, so she knows that it’s more productive to shiver and hunch her shoulders, to pretend to be as weak and submissive as they are used to a female being.

Physical power is a no go, sexual power is reversed on her by circumstance and numbers, and deception and wits are all she has left.

She nods, cowering in false deference when her surgeon translates the leader’s intentions, her voice tight with fury even as she hangs her head.

“No he won’t.” She says.

And he echoes, “No he won’t.”

_ _ _ _


Back in the caves, just her and the surgeon again, she is all boss and all business, ignoring him for the most part as she breaks apart the provided materials and pries out the precious bits of alloy she needs for the miniaturized arc reactor.

If there was ever a time for completely bat-shit extravagance this is it, she thinks.

Since being angry will get her killed, then all her rage might as well get poured into a long shot construction project that just might allow her to storm the whole place down on her way off the mortal coil. Bonus points if she lives long enough to find and strangle the life out of whoever has been funneling her weapons to these people.

_ _ _ _

She watches as her surgeon’s steady hands pour the molten metal into the smelting cup. He almost laughs at her anxiousness and reassures her of his skill.

“You’re still alive aren’t you?”

“Yeah... yeah... er, thanks for that....”

“Yinsen.”

“Right, Yinsen.”

“You’re very welcome, Ms. Stark.”

_ _ _ _


Toni watches the bald man with the ring bring the red-hot coal inches from Yinsen’s face and screams because he won’t listen if she doesn’t.

Then she begs, because her insistence that she needs Yinsen means nothing without her submission to his will tacked onto the end of it.

It’s not enough that she’s sleeping on a lumpy cot in a poorly lit cave, eating beans until her insides are liquid (and oh god she will never eat a burrito again so long as she lives). He needs for her to display her shame, to see her helplessness laid out before him so he can trample on it.

If she were a man he would threaten her and leave it at that, and their meetings would be as she wishes they were, like two bulls coming together and clashing hard then circling each other until the next time. That kind of base respect from men is something she has bought in business and fought for in her personal life. (In fact, that respect is why she’s the one out in the middle of nowhere building a weapon for these fuckwits because they’re not smart enough to do it themselves...)

But here and to him she is only a woman, so he approaches her with something akin to disdain on his face. He backs her up against the work-table and pulls the front of her shirt down, a hairsbreadth from exposing her completely as he runs his fingers over the edge of the arc reactor.

She refuses to close her eyes even as she feels his breath on her neck, her hard stare boring into his forehead. Her only saving grace is to remind herself just how much he underestimates her. The thought is small comfort, but it keeps her from kneeing him in the testicles on the spot.

_ _ _ _


Toni relishes the look of horror on his face when he sees her in the suit almost as much as the first cheeseburger she eats when back on US soil. (Almost, the cheeseburger DOES have cheese after all.)

_ _ _ _


Yinsen says, “Don’t waste your life.” and the sound of the words lingers. For days, as she slogs through the sand, she swears she hears his voice. For months she dreams of him.(And of the cave, and the beans, and the bald man’s arrogant half-smile with his hand on her chest.)
She has nightmares of that moment with the burning hot coal and what could have been, but she tells no one.

_ _ _ _


Coming down the ramp from the aircraft carrier she sees Pepper waiting at the bottom, and an agonizing tension lifts from her shoulders that she was unaware of carrying.

Not the thrill of the suit actually functioning around her, not the unleashed rage of burning the munitions stockpile to the ground, not even the end of her desperate thirst with a cold canteen at her lips and Rhodey’s arm around her matches the sight of Pepper, dressed as ever before in a freshly pressed suit and new shoes.

It’s the first normal thing Toni has seen in months.

“You look like shit.” She observes as she gets closer, stopping a foot or so away and examining the harsher lines of her assistant’s face. “You losing sleep over your old boss?”

“I’m glad you made it back.” Pepper answers, smiling in a way that lets Toni know what a lie that outward calm is. “I hate job hunting.”

Toni affects a cocky smile that doesn't reach her eyes. She knows that Pepper can see it but he says nothing, and he will keep saying nothing.

“You know I’m going to have you working overtime now, don’t you?”

“I would expect nothing less, Ms. Stark.”

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Date: 2008-12-25 07:31 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] eiko82.livejournal.com
You rock SO hard that it's not even normal! Me love you long time! *squee*

I'm really so glad to read your stuff again. It's been so long and now, I realize just how much I've missed your awesome writing skills. So please,don't ever stop ^____^

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Date: 2008-12-25 07:32 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] sparklemagpie.livejournal.com
Awww, thank you so much Els! (Git your ass on MSN and I'll give you sneaky bits of part three! *tempts*)

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Date: 2008-12-25 09:06 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] eiko82.livejournal.com
Awww, I would if I could but I can't. I'm at my parents' house and my grandaunt is coming to celebrate X-mas with us in about 1 hour. Need to look all pretty and sparkley before she gets here

*still in PJs*

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Date: 2008-12-25 09:07 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] sparklemagpie.livejournal.com
Lol! Awww, okay! Tomorrow sometime then! =D

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Date: 2008-12-25 08:43 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] yami-chan.livejournal.com
Oh that was... that was awesome and very well done. And damn woman, you're kind of amazing with the writing there. *_* The difference in gender experience are stark (oi) and apparent but its still Tony! Ah! I love you. =D

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Date: 2008-12-25 08:57 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] sparklemagpie.livejournal.com
I love you and your unintentional puns Karen! XD Thank you very much for the compliments.:3

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Date: 2008-12-25 09:09 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] monoshiri.livejournal.com
...once more, this I love, especially the bit addressing Creepy Bald Extremist Bloke getting all handsy with girl!Stark, which makes perfect sense, and makes the subsequent armoured ass-kicking all the sweeter. <3

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Date: 2008-12-25 09:37 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] sparklemagpie.livejournal.com
Raza being all grope-happy with girl!Tony just sort of came to me, it seemed like the sort of thing that he would do to a woman is all, no matter what sort of genius she is. XD

I am glad you like, thank you very much! <3

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