His gut had told him to stay out of the bunker, and absolutely do not pass go and do not collect one hundred points and definitely, don't spend those points on a damn superpower. But in the end, despite occasional appearances otherwise, Rhodey's always been good at rash decisions. There's more reasons than that why Tony Stark was his best friend, but that was a big one.
In any case, Rhodey had punched the button for magnetokinesis - it seemed right, even if his suit was very definitely not here. But immediately there was a quick realization - you didn't get one of these things and suddenly know how to use it, you had to practice it like anything else, and Rhodey's eyes are narrowed on a metal wall as he extends one hand. "You're going to want to hit the floor," he tells whoever comes up behind him. He can hear the footsteps. "This tends to end in metal shards flying everywhere, because at my age I really want to be dodging accidental knives."
At your age, Rhodey, please. Before you came here you were putting on a metal suit and trying to take care of what was left of the world.
Forgive and Forget
In some ways, the moths are almost a blessing, or most would think of it that way. Before he'd awakened in the fountain, he was living in a world gone batshit in the worst way. He'd watched people he called friends disintegrate into ash as if they'd never been people at all, and he'd seen what was left of The Vision - and The Vision had all that had been left of Jarvis. Then there had been Tony, of course, fully missing, fully gone, maybe dead too.
Maybe it's easier to forget than to keep that calm face on, to be the guy saying this is fucked up but who's still trying to get it done regardless.
He's never been the type to like an unknown he can't make into a known, though. He's not the type to like this....fog of uncertainty. "Hey, excuse me," he says.
Whoever turns, he doesn't know them even if he should. But when they turn - there's a spark of hope. Maybe they know him. "Do you know..." He begins. It's just the most awkward question he's ever had to ask. He can't quite do it. "Where the corner store is?"
TEXT UN: Test Pilot
This shit isn't going to yell at me if I don't make some daily step count, right?
Lt. Col. James Rhodes (War Machine) | MCU
Staying Power
His gut had told him to stay out of the bunker, and absolutely do not pass go and do not collect one hundred points and definitely, don't spend those points on a damn superpower. But in the end, despite occasional appearances otherwise, Rhodey's always been good at rash decisions. There's more reasons than that why Tony Stark was his best friend, but that was a big one.
In any case, Rhodey had punched the button for magnetokinesis - it seemed right, even if his suit was very definitely not here. But immediately there was a quick realization - you didn't get one of these things and suddenly know how to use it, you had to practice it like anything else, and Rhodey's eyes are narrowed on a metal wall as he extends one hand. "You're going to want to hit the floor," he tells whoever comes up behind him. He can hear the footsteps. "This tends to end in metal shards flying everywhere, because at my age I really want to be dodging accidental knives."
At your age, Rhodey, please. Before you came here you were putting on a metal suit and trying to take care of what was left of the world.
Forgive and Forget
In some ways, the moths are almost a blessing, or most would think of it that way. Before he'd awakened in the fountain, he was living in a world gone batshit in the worst way. He'd watched people he called friends disintegrate into ash as if they'd never been people at all, and he'd seen what was left of The Vision - and The Vision had all that had been left of Jarvis. Then there had been Tony, of course, fully missing, fully gone, maybe dead too.
Maybe it's easier to forget than to keep that calm face on, to be the guy saying this is fucked up but who's still trying to get it done regardless.
He's never been the type to like an unknown he can't make into a known, though. He's not the type to like this....fog of uncertainty. "Hey, excuse me," he says.
Whoever turns, he doesn't know them even if he should. But when they turn - there's a spark of hope. Maybe they know him. "Do you know..." He begins. It's just the most awkward question he's ever had to ask. He can't quite do it. "Where the corner store is?"
TEXT UN: Test Pilot
This shit isn't going to yell at me if I don't make some daily step count, right?