Supposed Secret weapon of the CIA- The Heart Attack Gun
In 1975, the CIA declassified this formally secret weapon at a conference dealing with rogue activities of the secret service. A poison-coated dart is shot at close-range which then penetrates clothing, skin, and finally a major organ, leaving nothing but a tiny red dot on the skin. On penetration of the deadly dart, the individual targeted for assassination may feel as if bitten by a mosquito, or they may not feel anything at all. Supposedly, this dart then disintegrates upon entering the target, all while the lethal poison rapidly enters the bloodstream and causes a heart attack. Once the damage is done, the poison denatures quickly, so that an autopsy is very unlikely to detect that the heart attack resulted from anything other than natural causes.
Conspiracy theorists have connected many deaths to this weapon, including those of Antonin Scalia, an associate judge of the US Supreme Courts, and businessman Andrew Breitbart.
“Hm? Oh, no.” Steve answered,
looking up from his hands. He’d been staring intently down at them for a while.
More specifically, he’d been fiddling with the thick, glittering band wrapped
around his finger.
“Is it stuck?” Tony prodded, “I
assumed you hadn’t been taking it off because you liked it…”
“It’s not stuck.” Steve replied, and
went back to gazing at his hand and twisting the ring around. Tony squinted his
eyes, as if doing so would somehow give him a clearer picture of what was on
you like it?” Maybe it was too ostentatious? The ring was made of a vibranium
alloy –specifically designed to withstand Steve’s violent lifestyle- and
studded all around with gemstones, which were set deep into the metal so they
didn’t pop out every time Steve slammed it into some bad guy’s jaw. Tony was
trying his best not to go too
overboard with everything, the ring, the proposal, the wedding that was fast
approaching, but maybe it was still too much. Frankly, if Tony thought he could
get away with it he’d have put the hope diamond on Steve’s finger. He’d have
given him the moon.
Steve just smiled and shook his
head, and Tony couldn’t tell if it meant of
course I love it, what a stupid thing to ask, or why on earth did you give me this gaudy eyesore.
“I’ve just been thinking.” Steve said,
finally, “I’m trying to figure out how to ask for something.”
Tony sighed, relieved that there was
no crisis, and closed the distance between them. He pressed himself against
Steve’s broad chest, wrapped his arms loosely around his waist and smiled
“Honey, you don’t have to be so embarrassed
about asking for things.” Tony said, gazing up into Steve’s eyes, “First of all,
you hardly ever ask me for anything, and when you do it’s usually some kind of
wonderful, exciting sex thing and I am pleasantly surprised… If this is
another sex thing then, god, I mean that’s…
you’re so… I’m getting sidetracked. Second, no, third, I will almost certainly give
you whatever you want because, as I’ve said before, I love to give you things.
I wish you’d let me buy you more- and I know you say you don’t need anything
but that’s not really the point of the exercise. I’m getting sidetracked again.
I’m just saying if the moon was for sale…”
Steve laughed. Tony felt him relax a
little, and couldn’t resist leaning up for a kiss, which Steve seemed more than
happy to give him.
“It’s not a thing, exactly.” He
said, when they pulled apart, “And you can say no.”
Steve took a breath, “When we get
married…” Steve smiled brightly when he said the words get married, and Tony was reminded again exactly why he’d decided
to do this terrifying thing, “I wanted to take your name.”
Tony was taken aback. That wasn’t a
possibility he’d actually considered. “You mean, legally? Changing your name?”
“I know it’s a little old fashioned.”
Steve admitted, his brow furrowing, “I just think when two people get married
they should have the same last name. It feels… normal, and that’s usually in
“Hey, no need to justify it to me!”
Tony said, “If you want to change your name that’s- actually that’s a little
fantastic. Why the hell did you think I might say no?”
Steve shrugged “It’s not like Stark is just a regular name. It’s
important, and you put it on everything-“
everything,” Tony said, looking very pointedly at Steve “Just everything that’s
got a little thrill seeing the blush spread across Steve’s cheeks. He blinked a
few times, apparently clearing his head, before he continued, “Um… I’d just understand
if you didn’t want to share it with me.”
“I want to share everything with
you.” Tony said without thinking. His eyes widened as he realized what had just
come out of his mouth, “Um… and it’s not like Rogers isn’t an important name, so there’s no reason to be intimidated.”
“Please, Tony. I’m pretty sure most
people really believe my last name is America…”
“Now there’s an idea! Mr. and Mr.
Steve laughed again, and Tony pulled
him closer. He would never get tired of hearing that.
“Sometimes… not all the time, but
sometimes, it feels like being Steve
Rogers got taken away from me.” Steve explained, “I didn’t have a choice,
but with this… choosing to give it
up. For you, I could do that. I really want to.”
Tony let go of Steve’s waist to hook
an arm around his neck and pull him down for another kiss. If the ring was Tony’s
way of saying I’m not going anywhere. You
can stop worrying, then this felt like Steve’s answer. I’m not going anywhere either. Not ever.
Stark… Steve Stark. That’s really not terrible.” Tony muttered. He pressed
a quick kiss to the side of Steve’s mouth, “I could get used to that.”