Space Prince Tony Stark
A/N: This was inspired by a number of lovely folk - @dksartz, who drew absolutely beautiful art based on a few comments on mine, @stilessucksdereksdick, who asked for a fic, @wrecked-anon, who’s playlist I listened to while writing this, and finally @kayvsworld, who provides us with wonderful Space Prince Tony Stark content.
This takes place pre-space-equivalent-of-Afghanistan, I guess. You can also read it on my Ao3!
Rhod'y looks vaguely disapproving, but that’s not an uncommon occurrence, and it’s certainly not enough to dissuade Tony. “Your Highness, I really cannot recommend this.”
“What?” Tony asks, flashing a grin over his shoulder. “Venturing into the Outer Zones in a two-man cruiser with limited weapons and no escort?” Rhod'y glares, and Tony laughs as he turns back to the controls. “Oh, come on Rhod'y! It’ll be fun! Besides, I’ve got you with me, right?”
For a moment Rhod'y doesn’t respond, then Tony hears him sigh heavily and has to suppress a grin. No matter how much Rhod'y disapproves, Tony knows he’d never let his best friend and boss run off into the great unknown without him. “Fury is going to kill me,” the Paladin mutters, but he sits down in the co-pilot’s seat.
Tony grins. “That’s the spirit!”