Third Person's POV

We create our own demons. Who said that, what does it even mean? Doesn't matter. I said it cause he said it. He was famous and it is basically being said by two well known guys. I don't... Uh... I'm gonna start again...

Let's track this from the beginning.

The noise maker went off in the younger Stark's face, the beautiful woman before him smiling brightly which caused him to smile back just as enthusiastically at her.

Now, he may or may not have been slightly intoxicated which would have explained his future actions which were of course, bad decisions.

"Half hour until the ball drops." Happy, Stark's body guard, warned the two party goers, and in return, Tony simply ignored him like he always did.

"Tony Stark! Great speech man!" A shorter gentleman approached the three of them and patted the young billionaire on the back. Tony's face scrunched with confusion, the alcohol clearly inhibiting his memories. Plus, he didn't know the kid.

"I gave a speech? How was it?"

"Terrifying." Happy said, ushering the man away from his boss. It was his job after all and the kid looked sketchy. Like, stalker sketchy.

"Unintelligible!" Maya added with a smile while taking a hold of Tony's arm to keep from falling over in her drunken stupor.

"Really!? It's my favorite kind, a winning combo!" Taking the woman by the arm, Stark began to lead her away. He had... Well, he had other ideas.

"Where are we going?" She asked him.

"To town on each other, probably back in your room cause I want to see your research."

"Okay, you can see my research but, I'm not going to show you my... town." He continued to drag her along by the arm, desperate to see her breakthrough in her field of research that she was currently working on.

What was it again? He wasn't sure but he knew it was important.

"Mr. Stark!" An unknown man called his name again, drawing Tony's attention away from the dark haired woman at his side. The taller man approached him and held out his hand for Stark to shake.

"Ho Yinsen!" The man introduced himself to the billionaire who smiled and nodded.

"Hey, I finally met a man called Ho!" Stark completely ignored the man for a moment before looking back to the dark haired woman and smiling enthusiastically. Oh, he could be so childish.

"I would like to introduce you to our guest, Doctor Wu!" He gestured to an Asian man who was dressed in a fine suit.

"Oh, this guy!"

"Mr. Stark." He shook hands with the shorter Asian man. He greeted Tony in his own home language and Stark didn't care to really respond. It was partly the alcohol's fault. Also because he didn't understand Chinese or Korean or whatever country he was from...

"You're a heart doctor! Maya might need a cardiologist after we..." Honk. Honk. Honk. Honk. The young Stark blew air into the noise maker hanging from his mouth, a boyish grin on his face at the implication. Without another thought, Tony took Maya by the arm.

"Perhaps another time..." Ho said quietly as they walked away. Stark was known to be rude but he was the man with all the money and women. Tony wasn't interested in the two of them. He had other things in mind.

It all started in Bern, Switzerland, 1999 on New Year's Eve. The old days. Never thought they would come back to bite me. Why would they? I was a stupid kid back then. I made a lot of terrible mistakes. And when I say a lot, I mean a lot.

"Hey, Tony!" Stark turned around upon hearing his name said for probably the millionth time that night. And he certainly hoped it wouldn't be the last, if you understand that sort of thing. "Aldrich Killian! I'm a big fan of your work!" Probably one of the most repulsive human beings on the face of the planet stood before the billionaire.

"My work?" The woman grasping Tony's arm squeaked in surprise. She was a bit tipsy as well.

"Who is he? He means me!" Stark interjected, positive that this man was definitely wanting to speak about his great work and not his, well... girlfriend's.

"Of course but Miss Hansen, my organization has been following your research since year 2 at MIT!" The little man was able to duck under Happy's arm, much to Tony's dismay, and entered into the small elevator.

"Oh we made the cut!" Stark announced unhappily. It was definitely packed inside the small space.

"What floor are you going to, pal?" Happy asked the scientist.

"Well, that it an appropriate question!" The little nerd snickered and Tony began to grumble under his breath. The man was grating on his nerves. "I'm going to the ground floor actually! I have a proposal I'm putting together myself! It's a privately funded think-tank, Advanced Idea of Mechanics!" He held two business cards out to Tony who simply looked at them for a moment.

He didn't like having things handed to him.

"She'll take both!" Stark insisted. "One to throw away and one to not... call."

"Advanced Idea of Mechanics or A.I.M for short! Do you get it?" Tony couldn't help the venomous smile that pulled back his lips.

"I see that, cause it's on your t-shirt!" It was at this time that the elevator dinged and the doors opened.

"Ladies, follow the mullet!" Happy walked from the elevator with a cluster of balloons in his hands. "Ladies first!" Stark insisted and used his hand to block the path of the little scurvy nerd. The women all filled out of the small space, leaving the two men alone inside.

"Thank you! I'll call you!" Maya said as she followed with the other girls behind Happy.

"I'm titillated by the notion of working with you." Tony grumbled down to him. He could feel his mood significantly darken. Killian tried to begin speaking again before Tony cut him off. "I'll see you on the roof in five minutes..." He pressed the top floor button on the wall beside them. "I'm just gonna try to get my beak wet if you know what I'm talking about!"

"Okay, I'll see you up there!"

"Damn betcha!" Stark said before the doors closed between them and the elevator began to climb up the building.

"Come on! I thought that was just a theory!"

"Ah, it was! If I'm right, we can access the part of the brain that governs repair and chemically re-code it."

"That's incredible!" Tony said as he looked down at the computer demonstration she had set up before him. It truly was a remarkable thing that she was doing. "Basically, you're hacking into the genetic operating system of a living organism."

"Exactly!" She said before glancing back at Happy. He was, oddly enough, playing with her plant. "Can you not touch my plant?"

"Why?"

"It's not-She doesn't like it..." Maya said quietly and Happy looked very confused for a moment.

"She's not like the others!" Stark said before flipping through a few more pages of research. "Come on, let's go into the bedroom!" He picked up her computer and carried it with him. "Leave her ficus alone!" Tony warned his body guard once more who only wrinkled up his nose in his direction and completely disregarding his words. "So you're starting with plants?" He asked Maya.

"For now, yeah. I'm calling it Extremis." However, they were both unaware that Happy had ripped off part of the plant and tossed it back inside out of childish anger which would cause a problem in about five minutes.

"Well, it's human application." They said at the same time and Stark was still so amazed with her breakthrough. It really was something.

"Exactly!" She beamed and he couldn't say anything else, just shake his head.

"It's revolutionary!" He finally managed to say, still in wonder about what this wonderful woman was doing with her research. If she continued on the path she was on, the medical field would be changed entirely. It could possibly also be eradicated all together.

"Revitalization, disease prevention, and even limb regrowth!"

"You're the most gifted woman I've ever met..." He breathed in wonder, his dark brown pools lingering upon her face.

"Wow." She said in mock acceptance.

"... In Switzerland..." He finished.

"That's better!" She smiled before reaching up and carefully taking the sunglasses off of his face. He tensed at that. No body ever touched his glasses. "You're saying sweet things..." She said as she slipped them onto her own face.

"You almost bought it didn't you?!" He laughed at himself before looking at her behind his own glasses. She looked quite sexy in them now that he thought about it. They both slowly leaned forward, their lips barely touching when suddenly, there was an explosion in her room.

They both turned to look at it to see that smoke came filtering through the doorway.

"This is what I'm talking about! The glitch!" She murmured. Next thing Tony knew, he was being tackled onto the bed by none other than his body guard.

"Stay down!" He whispered into Stark's ear and he froze immediately. Now, if it was from fear or the fact that a 250 pound man had him pinned down to a bed, he wasn't sure.

"We're good..." Tony murmured quietly, still in shock. "You're right on me." Happy slowly got off when he was sure that the coast was clear. Tony still lay startled on the bed as Happy got to his feet, pushing his mullet back from his face.

"It's a glitch in my work..." Maya said from the other side of the bed, a smile on her face upon seeing what had just happened.

"We were just talking about it." Tony said, still lying frozen on the mattress. He could hear people counting down outside and he happened to glance at the clock on the wall. "Hey!" They both looked at him. "Happy New Year!"

"Happy New Year!" Maya told the both of them.

"Hey, I'll see you in the morning!" Happy reached out and shook his boss's hand.

"Are you good?" He asked, concern written across his face.

"Yep. I'm good." Tony held up his hands to show that he was fine. Happy left, leaving the two of them alone in the room together, much to Stark's delight.

However, he had forgotten one very small and insignificant problem. Or rather, it would be small and insignificant at the time but it would later come back to bite him in the ass like his problems always seemed to.

So why am I telling you this? Because I had just created demons. And I didn't even know it. Yeah, those were good times.

Then I moved on. After a brief swuaree in an Afghan cave, I said goodbye to the party scene, forgot that night in Switzerland. These days, I'm a changed man. I'm different now.

I'm well... You know who I am.

"Forty-seven... Sir, may I suggest a few hours to re-calibrate?"

"Nope. Forty-eight! OW!" Tony said through the bloody paper towel in his mouth. He pulled the injection gun back from his skin to reveal the small marks upon the normally smooth surface. "Micro repeater implanting complete." He wiped the blood drops from his arms.

"As you wish, sir. I've also prepared a safety briefing for you to entirely ignore."

"Which I will..." Stark tossed the paper towel into the garbage. The idiotic machine in his garage continued to sweep the garbage on the floor, a dunce hat placed upon his robotic head.

"Alright. Let's do this... Dummy! Hi, Dummy! How'd you get that cap on your head? You earned it." The machine seemed to ignore him and returned to sweeping. "Hey!" He ignored Stark again. Tony stood up and dealt a swift couple of blows to his sparing dummy as he passed by. "Hey! What are you doing out of the corner? You know what you did! Blood on my mat, handle it!" He pointed back at his ring of sparing mats towards the back of his garage.

"Sir, may I remind you that you have been awake for nearly 72 hours?" J.A.R.V.I.S. warned him but Stark completely ignored him and looked directly into the camera that another one of his machines was holding.

"Focus up, ladies!" He turned to the other suits that were lined up along the wall. "Good evening and welcome to the birthing suite! I'm pleased to announce the imminent arrival of your bouncing, bad-ass, baby brother!" Stark turned to the camera and gave it a few directions of what he wanted it to do. "Mark 42 Autonomous pre-hence self-propulsion suit test. Initialize sequence." Tony tapped his fingers together, hoping that he would get this thing to work.

It was a crazy idea but a good idea nonetheless.

"J.A.R.V.I.S., drop my needle!" He commanded and it wasn't a second longer and the Christmas music began to play.

Tony slowly began to boogie, his hips swinging back and forth, completely aware of the fact that he was being tapped. He had always had a thing for Christmas music.

He used to remember that she would always get so pissy when he would play it...

No. Not right now. Mark 42. Don't think about her. He told himself as he mentally shook the thought from his head. He needed to focus.

"Dashing through the snow, on a one horse open slay. Over the fields we go..." He poised his arms, ready for the pieces of the suit to come at him.

Yet, nothing happened.

Disappointment flooded into him but he wasn't done yet. Striking a pose again, nothing else happened. "Crap." Stark bit the repeater in his arm before smacking it. Something must be off. Probably the calibration.

Striking a pose for the final time, he was relieved when the left glove of the suit slowly lifted off the table before quickly attaching itself to his hand. The shoulder plate soon followed. The other hand came after that and Tony was laughing with glee.

"Alright! We got this, send them all!" Stark was a bit cocky now that he thought back on it but, hey, he just got his newest suit to work.

One leg attached itself before another piece missed entirely and crashed through the glass of Mark IV's case, knocking it's head clean off.

Oops.

A third piece flew at his head but Stark was able to deflect it, sending it flying into a light fixture high above him.

"Probably a little fast... Slow it down! Slow it down just a-a little bit." He had to duck out of the way of another flying projectile that had been headed straight for him.

The second leg was able to find its place but he was nearly thrown off the platform when the crotch protector found it's correct spot. His hands instinctively flew to that area.

When he wasn't paying attention, Tony was nearly knocked forward by the force of the metallic spinal column that had originally hit Mark IV but he used the thrusters in his hands to steady himself.

The suit was starting to come together, the chest plate covering his front, finally. However, the record player was destroyed as the face mask crashed into it.

Stark could only let out a groan before rubbing a gloved hand over his face. This was going to be painful.

The frisky piece of metal looked threatening as it slowly floated towards him.

"Come on! I'm not scared of you!" He taunted.

However, the piece of metal seemed too preoccupied with attacking Tony that it was flipped upside down after running into a table.

Seeing this happen, the metal raced towards his face and Stark had to quickly flip upside down the catch it, landing solidly on his feet with his arm to steady himself on the raised platform.

"I'm the best..." Stark said to himself as the suit's systems began to boot up around him.

However, something seemed to be missing and as the final piece flew from Mark IV's case and shot into him, the entire thing falling apart upon impact with the smooth garage floor.

Tony landed roughly on the ground and he lay there for a moment before a soft groan escaped his throat.

The Iron Man helmet was still attached to his head and he ripped the face mask off before sitting up on his rear, grumbling the entire time.

And I guess that 72 hours is a long time between siestas. Didn't think it could get any worse. Then I had to go and turn on the TV. That's when he happened.

"Some people call me a terrorist. I consider myself a teacher." Were his chilling words.

Tony wasn't going to go into much more detail about that man, considering all the crap he put the older Stark through.

"You know who I am. You don't know where I am. And you'll never see me coming." That was when the global transmission ended.

And there's the first chapter of the second edition of Sam's story! Sam won't appear for a while so that is why this is deemed an Iron Man 3 story. Hope you enjoyed it!

Just drop a review and tell me what you think! I love hearing from you guys.

Oh, and I have to put this in here:

I DON'T OWN IRON MAN OR ANYTHING ASSOCIATED WITH MARVEL COMICS. I ONLY OWN SAM AND MY PLOT ALTERATIONS.

Anyway, review please!

Love,

Blue