The first time I head someone say “Tony Stark created all his villains” I thought “Oh my god that’s brilliant! I love it!” because I honestly love the idea of a hero who started out as a villain and is now haunted by his past in the form of people he has wronged.
So I was actually a little disappointed when I watched the movies again because Tony had a lot less influence on his villains than I had been lead to believe. He has some, but a lot of it was trivial stuff we’re all guilty of.
Probably the closest thing to villains truly created by Tony because of malice. He was too stupid and self centered to see the pain his weapons caused these people and it took them kidnapping him to be shaken out of his entitled, drunken stupor. If not for them he would definitely have stayed a villain.
Tony was a victim of him rather than the other way around. Through it probably wasn’t intended when the first Iron Man movie came out, later movies have implied that Stane was a member of Hydra who helped arrange Tony’s parents murder, then made himself Tony’s new father figure and got to work grooming him, all so he could eventually become the owner of Stark Industries.
His beef wasn’t really with Tony but with Tony’s dad for screwing over Ivan’s dad. He basically just decided that the sons should continue their fathers’ battle and was ready to kill and maim hundreds of people to get to Tony.
Just a fellow arms dealer who fell in love with Tony. In an attempt to get ahead on the marked and impress Tony he broke Ivan out of prison and realized too late how mad Ivan was. Not evil so much as stupid and I have no idea how Tony could have stopped this other than fucking Justin so he wouldn’t be so desperate for his attention.
Created by Tony from the bottom up, and his version of a knee-jerk fear reaction. The moral of Age of Ultron: don’t let people with unchecked anxiety and PTSD create weaponized robots.
Tony didn’t meet him on the roof. Killian saw this as a good reason to turn into a murderous maniac instead of, you know, chill for a second.
Does he even count?
Tony didn’t credit him for his invention and called it BARF, and when Quentin confronted him about it (implied flipped the fuck out) Tony fired him for being unstable, and was proven right when this prompted Quentin to hack a plan to murder millions and take his rage out on teenage Peter Parker. Notice how in the actual scene of Tony showing off BARF nobody laughs, but when Quentin remembers it there’s a laugh track. It’s heavily implied that he saw things as way worse than they actually were and overreacted. So yes, Tony should have credited him in the first place but a calm conversation would probably have solved it instead of, oh I don’t know, trying to kill half of Europe’s population.
So I suppose you could say Tony created his own villains, but it’s a lot less impressive than it sounds.
first, he stops by the flower shop and gets a bouquet of lilies and roses. it’s early enough that there are still red roses left (thank god) and the shop owner takes his money with a smile.
“for your mom?” he asks, and peter nods.
he is happy, but a quiet happy. he smiles, thanks the man, and heads off.
he spends an hour at the cemetery hidden in the middle of queens.
the city is loud, but the cemetery has a sorta sanctuary feel to it, quiet and calm.
peter talks softly to a grave stone for a while. he addresses the two next to it for a little bit, but mostly talks to the one. he leaves the flowers in a vase, taking the dead ones that were there before.
he walks back into the flower shop only an hour and a half after the first time, and this time the shop owner is busy and doesn’t really acknowledge him, as he buys a bouquet of “alstroemerias and whatever would look good with them”.
the shop owner only realizes who it is and looks up to see peter get into a sleek black car, holding the flowers and grinning.
peter heads straight for peppers office when he gets to the tower, but with each step he looks more and more nervous.
her assistant, a nice lady named brenda who has her own little bouquet of flowers on her desk and looks a little too joyous for someone working on a sunday, alerts pepper that peter is there, and pepper ushers him into her office.
“what’s up, kid? can i help you with something?”
she sits behind her desk, and peter sits in one of the guest chairs. he is gripping the bouquet nervously, eyeing the bouquet already on her desk.
pepper waits with a smile as he finds his words.
“i got these for you.”
he holds them out, harshly, as if scared.
pepper hides her surprise, and thanks him quickly, taking them with a grin.
“they are beautiful.”
peter looks at his lap.
“i know i’m not, like, your kid or anything. but tony, he, uh, he calls me his kid, and you’ve done so much for me, and i thought, i dunno i thought you would like them. just, as a thank you. for everything.”
pepper beams, and sniffs one
“they are gorgeous, peter. thank you so much.”
he stands to leave, and as he does pepper calls him back
“i consider you my kid, as well, peter.”
it’s peter’s turn to beam.
“tell your aunt i will be calling her soon about getting lunch in a couple days, yeah?”
peter nodded and fled the office, with a grin to brenda.
the same black car dropped him off in front of the store again once it was getting darker.
the shop owner could only hear “it’s fine, happy. no, don’t wait, my apartment is like two blocks. go home. see you tomorrow” before the car drove away and the kid came in.
“third time today, kid? how many mothers do you have?”
peter just smiled.
“do you have any orchids?”
the shop owner wraps the best ones he can find in the store, and shakes his head when peter tries to hand him the money.
when may would arrive home to their apartment an hour later, yawning from her work shift, she would walk in to see the sight of peter cooking while watching some crime television show, orchids on the counter in a vase.
she kisses his forehead once she sheds her coat, and peter quickly hugs her, tight.
Marvel and DC are so funny, really yelling “Steve Rogers and Clark Kent are STRAIGHT!” with their whole chest. Am I supposed to look at Steve’s dumb ass running to Tony and gripping him with years of longing and regret without any intention of letting him go again, at Superman, learning and being able to recognize Batman’s heartbeat from anywhere in the world, and be like “Damn, that’s one good, generously seasoned PLATONIC BROmance. No homo in that sapien. They’re the patron saints of pounding vagina and ignoring the existence of soap.”
i desperately need Lanky Boy Peter who is Taller Than His Mr Stark and tony Hates It So Much
like peter is just a long boy, and in the peak of his Huge Teenage Boy Growth Spurts when he meets tony. so tony just watches him shoot up like a damn sprout, and the absolute second peter gets a centimeter taller than tony, tony feels a disturbance in the force
he gets a shiver. peters not even there
pepper: what is it hon?
tony: peter is taller than me…. i need to buy some heels, STAT
and tony, 5'9", is surpassed by his 6'4" child who slouches bc hes a bit embarrassed about how tall he is and tony just finds it infuriating that its his face in peter’s chest when they hug
he totally loves it, but dont tell peter that, he has an image he needs to maintain
but that doesnt stop peter from, after a bad nightmare or just on a clingier day, from crawling up for some solid dad-figure cuddles from tony and making himself as small as physically possible so he better fits against Tony’s chest and u KNOW tony bundles up his lanky child as tight as he can and savors every second
(and dont get me wrong tho tony is still Bulkier than peter, bc even when peter “fills out” he is still just a very Lean boy, he never rly bulks up)
just… tall, awkward, lanky peter. thank you for ur time
“Steve, beloved, it’s hard to tell our love was love from the first sight. Everybody will agree. But no one can deny the fact that destiny itself made us meet. I can’t deny.
Far-far away, as a child, I looked at the portraits of you and felt that awe people feel standing in front of their idol. You know, it was hard to stand you in New York how long time ago? Three years? But no matter how much I’m trying to shield with my envy and disregard, you was, is and will be my hero.
Steve, I rarely can find the right words to say how much I do love you. To describe that kind of warmness I feel when you’re just holding my hand. When I wake up and see you, when I sense your smell on my jacket… Steve, there’s no language enough for this. And I know six at all.
Steve, I’m not half as good at anything as when I’m doing it next to you. And that’s true. You definitely wanna argue with me, but it’s my vow so you have to wait a bit.
That may sound a bit childish for me and too naive, but you’re my soulmate, I’m sure. You’re more than a close friend of mine. More than a comrade-in-arms. The one who knows me more than someone else. Who accepts me, I know, as I am with all my imperfections. ‘Cause we love who we love and you can see right into me.
Now, through years, having explored every side of you, even the darkest one — and it’s not a butter pecan ice cream — being through thick and thin… I’ m looking not at the idol of my childhood, no. I’m looking at someone I want to live my life with, whatever it will be. At someone I love with all of my heart, someone I will always find support in. Don’t doubt, you’ll find the same in me. Think of all that is going right now, of all that is beginning today, as of the longest and the most important trust challenge. I will not fail you, I promise.
Once I was told, I am a man who has everything and doesn’t have anything at all. I think, with you in my life I managed to change it. We managed. Together.
Steve, I’m standing right here in front of you and I…
And I promise to laugh with you and cheer you up, to love you even in the hardest times, be with you whatever will happen. Be near you through rich and poverty. Since I met you I knew how it feels — to love someone. And today, Steven Grant Rogers, I gave my life entirely in your hands. My soul and my heart… From now on and forever… Belong to you”
— Happy birthday, rise and shine sunshine!
— Is it my birthday already?
— It is. And it’s also our engagement’s anniversary.
— I can accept this but not getting older with one more year.
Tony: It’s my birthday! Peter: *bringing in a birthday cake* Happy birthday Mr. Stark! I hope you get to celebrate so many more! Stephen: You know, studies show that the more birthdays you have the longer you live. Tony: … Peter: … Stephen: … Tony: Yeah no shit Sherlock.
The true testament to the MCU’s consistently terrible writing decisions is that, in spite of having so much less to work with, it managed to make Tony Stark almost as awful as he is in the actual comics.