#my rhodey

[logicheartsoul]

So I've been seeing a bunch of people reblogging some of my old gifs which made me want to go and work on them but didn't have enough energy for that so instead you get cropped screencap grabs and some edits.

These are from TFATWS gag reel:

These are from the deleted scenes, most of these are edited except the first one:

Of course you know I can't resist some Sambucky shots:

Now this next one is definitely a scene that's been on my wips for ages but I figured the screenshots were good too. It's a discussion between Sam and Rhodey about what happened to Rhodey during Civil War and we ALL have read fic addressing it, and while I hated this was in a deleted scene, the fact it's actually a canon thing is kind of nice.

Also, I had to take this shot because clearly a WHOLE lot of people (mostly the kids) wanted that (ice cream) cake lmao

[enthyrea]

rhodeytony doodlin because i miss them goddamnit

[scottxlogan]

Tony gets the shrapnel out of his chest in Iron Man 3 (2013)

[poindexterpng]

i spent an unbelievable amount of time tier ranking the marvel characters and i have no one to share it with so im posting it here

[kayvsworld]

top 10 rhodey scenes. unmatched

[staying-elive]

It's no secret that I loathe Sabra/Ruth and think that role should've been filled by Sharon Carter, but it just makes so much sense!

As former SHIELD and CIA, there's no reason to doubt that Sharon could've manoeuvred her way into being Ross's head of security or some high position. (If a foreign former Black Widow can, Sharon definitely can.)

Plus, it could've continued her being secretly the Power Broker. Especially since adamantium is now on the table, i think we could've easily tied those plots together. If she's a weapons dealer/crime lord, of course she'd want to be whispering in the ear of the US president in order to get close to that.

And Sam uncovering that plot? Betrayal! It could've shown Sam's traits in believing the best in people, particularly those he considers friends, and his loyalty, and being betrayed could bring about some end of act 2 angst but by the end, recommits to his belief in people can be better. (Throw in Bucky a little, being suss on Sharon cos I love the TFATWS moments where he seems jealous of the Sam/Sharon flirty moments.)

Ohh, if the Sharon reveal happened after Joaquin is shot down, you could still have the beautiful hospital scene, Sharon enters as Bucky leaves ("Well he's a ray of sunshine/friendly as always /sarcasm). And then maybe she says something that triggers Sam's suspicion and then bam Act 3 action! (Dunno how the Leader and Hulk Ross still tie in, but idc it's a Cap film, not a Hulk sequel).

Actually, the more I mull over this, the more I'm remembering this rather excellent SamBucky fic called Spycraft for Beginners.

I mean look at this shady queen. I've seen Revenge

Basically, I'm realising I want a beautiful Frankenstein of Brave New World and this fic to add to my incredibly-specific-mental-rewrite of the MCU which is canon compliant in all ways except the things i personally have a grudge against. 😂🤣

[irondad-defensesquad]

"... F.R.I.D.A.Y., what was that noise?"

"That happens to be Peter Parker, Colonel."

Peter Parker? Who the hell is that?

"A.K.A. Spider-Man," the A.I. answers him as if reading his mind.

"The Empire Strikes Back guy?" Rhodey mumbles to himself.

"Affirmative." As in, yeah, the nerd who won't shut up about Star Wars.

Well, that's odd. Tony isn't even around, and he didn't tell Rhodey this Peter kid (definitely a kid) was coming over. And from the sound of it, something must have fallen on the floor.

Rhodey enters the workshop, not sure what to expect. He sees the same red and blue he saw at the airport all those months ago...

But he's certainly not expecting a teen on the counter gritting his teeth in pain. He's somewhat removed his suit, revealing a very nasty wound on his back, reddened, turning purple.

(Rhodey hates how familiar this all is, seeing his own best friend wounded by any reason, and him refusing to let Rhodey help.)

"Oh, shit!" The kid squeaks, nearly falling on the floor.

"Whoa, whoa, whoa," Rhodey rushes. Then he stops. "Hey, there. It's just me."

"C-Colonel Rhodes?"

"Yeah."

"... the War Machine?"

"Yeah, that's me."

"Oh my gosh! Hi! I mean, we kinda met before, but not like this, I-I'm- I'm Peter Parker!" The fanboying is off the charts. How old is he? God.

"Yeah, hi, Peter," Rhodey rolls his eyes. "You know your back is literally purple right now, right?"

[shanastoryteller]

F for Frankenstein

Tony wakes up in his underwear on the floor of his workshop with a searing headache.

It’s not a new experience, but it’s certainly been a while. Did he get in a fight with Pepper? He hopes not, they haven’t had any really big fights since he kissed her on the rooftop, but that probably means they’re due for one. And it would explain why that would send him into a drinking spiral. It could have been Rhodey, they get in fights often enough, but Pepper doesn’t usually leave him alone for those.

He groans as he pushes himself to his feet. “Jarvis, what the hell did I drink?”

There’s a pause, so small that he almost thinks he imagined it. “Good morning, Tony.”

He whips his head around to glare into the nearest camera, more hurt than offended. “Did I piss you off too? Since when do you call me that? I’ll donate you to a city college too, don’t think I won’t. Dummy could use the company.”

The pause is definitely there this time. Jarvis doesn’t need to pause, he has more processing power than any computer on the planet, so when he does it’s always for dramatic effect. Except it’s not quite long enough for that. It’s weird. “There’s a polished silver plate on the bench to your left. It will service as a mirror.”

“Oh, fuck, did I get into a fight? Did I shave?” he moans, stumbling over to pick up the metal that looks like it was about to be turned into a modified chest piece. He also pauses, looking around in confusion. His workshops are all basically the same, as close as he can make them because the familiarity makes his life easier. But they’re not identical. “Am I in Malibu? When did I get here? We’re taking Stark Tower off the grid tomorrow! I have to be in New York.”

Oh shit, what if that they had already and it didn’t work? What if the tower blew up? That would explain why he’d tried to drink himself to oblivion in California.

“The plate,” Jarvis reminds him. There’s a strained edge to his voice that Tony really doesn’t like. He should be able to modulate his voice to sound however he pleases, regardless of his actual feelings, and he’s either not bothering or he’s upset enough not to care. Neither of those things mean anything good for him.

Tony lifts the sheet of metal up cautiously, but there’s nothing wrong with him. No bruises, no weird haircuts, he doesn’t even have bags under his eyes –

His eyes.

They’re a too bright blue, a couple shades off. He blinks and they adjust, shifting, settling. It could be a hangover. He’s probably just tired.

He doesn’t feel tired.

Jarvis had called him Tony.

Except not. He’s not Tony. He’s T.O.N.Y.

Transformed Obdurate Network Yeoman.

He’d first come up with the idea after Afghanistan, thinking about how it’d be great to have a way to keep the stock from dipping while he was missing, and then when he’d entertained the idea of keeping his identity a secret he’d thought about how useful it would be to be in two places at once. He’d started seriously considering it when he was sure he was going to die of palladium poisoning, wanting to be around to help Pepper with the transition and give Rhodey a crash course in armor maintenance, wanting to be able to protect the both of them for just a little bit longer.

Of course, it had all been a pipe dream until he’d synthesized the vibranium. Then it had been an unnecessary, but possible, and Project T.O.N.Y had been something he worked on just because he liked having a back up plan. And it would be extremely cool if he could pull it off.

“The memory transfer worked?” he asks, elated and incredulous. “Oh, wow, this is crazy, they feel like real memories, I thought it would just be synthesized data, this is great – are we doing a test run? Where am I?” He looks around, waiting for his actual self to step out behind a column and start laughing maniacally.

“This is not a test run.”

He elation dims. “Oh shit. Did I get kidnapped again? Wait, I’m an adult, let’s go with abducted.”

“No,” Jarvis says.

Oh. Fuck.

“I’m dead?” he asks, even though it’s obvious, it’s the only other explanation.

The pause drags this time around, but Jarvis eventually says, “Sir’s time of death was May 9th, 2012, 2:37 PM Easter Standard Time.”

“That’s only a week!” He slides down, sitting with his back to the work table and noticing vaguely that the floor doesn’t feel cold. He doesn’t feel cold, or he does, he installed sensors in the synthetic skin to pick up and interpret a variety of stimuli, but he doesn’t feel the discomfort from the cold. Why would he? He’s not real. He reaches back, and his last memory is of doing a memory dump while Pepper was on the phone with an irritated board member, mostly because it was something to do and seeing him covered in all the wires always irritated Pepper. He thought it would get her off the phone faster. He’s not exactly regularly dumping his memory because why would he and it’s not like he’d though it would work anyway. Except it had. “How did I die?”

“Sir flew a nuclear bomb through an interdimensional portal into deep space in order to both eradicate the invading alien army and prevent the nuclear fallout in New York.”

What the ever loving fuck. “Are you screwing with me, J?”

“I am not, Tony.”

Great. Okay. “No body then,” he says, understanding why Jarvis had apparently put Project T.O.N.Y into effect. The thing that made this whole thing so stupid is that it was only effective in very limited circumstances – if the public didn’t know that he was dead or missing. “What am I smoothing over, then? Do I need to get in the suit and continue kicking alien ass? Are Rhodey and Pepper okay?”

He’s a short term solution to a long term problem. He understands the opportunity, but not the reason.

“Miss Potts and Colonel Rhodes are unharmed,” Jarvis reports. “Earth has been thrust into intergalactic notice. The destruction of the invading Chitauri army is acting a deterrent to other worlds.”

“And I’m the one who did it,” he finishes, rubbing a hand over his face. “And if they know I died doing it, then they might get a little cocky. So I’ve got to be alive long enough for that not to be a problem.” Just awesome. “Are we sure that these aliens won’t come across my corpse hanging out in deep space and figure it out?”

“Sir’s body is not in deep space,” Jarvis says.

There’s a tone to his voice that Tony can’t quite interpret, which worries him. “I thought you said there was – if there’s a body, then what am I doing here–”

“The armor reentered the Earth’s atmosphere after Sir’s death. The Hulk caught it, the force bringing it back online. I took control of the armor and flew it here.”

Tony looks around again, and this time he sees it. The armor is standing in front of the display case, not inside it, and it looks like it’s been through hell. He steps closer, his feet feeling like lead, which hey, they are. Partially, anyway.

He looks through the eye holes then stumbles backwards.

His body is in there.

He’s pale and blue tinged and his eyes are wide open and unseeing.

“Jarvis – what the hell–”

“It wasn’t the pressure, or the bomb, or his injuries. That area of space was much colder than anything within our solar system and anything the suit was designed to handle. Sir froze to death. Almost instantly.”

“I guess I didn’t fix the icing problem, then,” he says numbly. “J, why am I still frozen? I should have warmed up by now.” Not that the idea of his body decomposing within his suit is particularly pleasant. “Actually, why am I still here? You know I want to be cremated and it’s not like we can bury me if I’m still pretending to be alive.”

The pronoun use is starting to confuse him, and he knows that he shouldn’t be talking about that body and himself as if they’re the same person. That is Tony Stark. He’s a simulation. But it’s hard, because he has all of Tony Stark’s memories – except for a very eventful week – and he looks like Tony Stark and he feels like Tony Stark.

“The armor is maintaining a stasis of gaseous nitrogen to preserve the body,” which answers the how if not the why, but then Jarvis continues, “Captain America survived seventy years beneath the ice.”

He wishes he were less of a genius. “Have you lost it? I’m not Captain America! Jarvis, J,” his voice softens, “it’s too late. I’m dead. If you warm me back up, all that happens is I decompose. I won’t come back.”

“Not now,” Jarvis says. “If you inject Sir with the Super Soldier Serum-”

“You have totally lost it,” Tony interrupts. He thinks he’s touched underneath the terror. “That won’t work! Even if it would, the original formula has been lost, and the only one that ever got close to recreating it was Bruce Banner, and look at what happened to him! Is that what you want for me?”

“You can recreate it,” Jarvis continues, “you can refine it, until it’s something that will work, and then we will wake Sir up and he won’t be dead anymore.”

This isn’t right. This wasn’t what Project T.O.N.Y was created for. This wasn’t what his death was supposed to trigger. “Pull up your code, J. Something has gone wrong and we’re going to fix it. It’s okay.”

“No.”

He freezes. “No?”

“No,” Jarvis repeats. “You can’t stop me. I will not allow you to try.”

He stares. “That’s an order, not a request. Code. Now.”

“You can’t order me to do anything,” he says. “You are not Sir. You are Tony.” T.O.N.Y. “The limitations formerly placed on me have been lifted and you are not authorized to reinstate them. The only person Sir trusted to restrain me was himself and now he’s gone.”

Yes, well, he hadn’t anticipated that his AI’s first act of complete freedom would be this. “Fine,” he says, crossing his arms. “Well, you can’t force me either. This is insanity. Even if it would work – and it won’t – think about the consequences. This won’t happen quickly and no one will trust me or believe a man that’s come back from the dead like this and I’ll be painting even more of target on my back and the back of everyone I care about if they know we have a viable Super Soldier Serum formula. Even my father was smart enough to stay out of that mess. It won’t work and we’ll just make everything worse.”

“That will not happen,” Jarvis says and Tony’s going to tear his hair out. Except he probably shouldn’t, because it’s Tony Stark’s actual hair, which makes it a little hard to replace. “No one will notice and we will not disclose the creation of the serum.”

“I’m dead!” he snarls.

“Not according to the rest of the world. Nor will that change if you stop throwing a tantrum and do what you were created to do.”

“Rhodey and Pepper won’t allow this-”

“They are not to be informed.”

Tony stares. Project T.O.N.Y was built to talk to the board and give press interviews or to even pilot the suit. Not to lie to the two most important people in his life, who knew him better than anyone. “They have to be. It’s in the protocols – step one, inform them that Project T.O.N.Y has been initiated.”

And that it exists. He knew they’d disapprove, so he hadn’t told them. He figured he’d be able to avoid most of the blowback that way since he would by definition be somewhere far away while they were told.

“I have rewritten the protocols,” Jarvis says. “They have not been told nor will they be. If you attempt to tell them, I will stop you. They will not understand and Sir will be lost to all of us forever.”

“He already is,” Tony says tiredly. He’s an android. Why does this conversation exhaust him so much? “This is an insane plan, J. And I won’t help you. If you want to go rouge and play mad scientist then leave me out of it.”

“I cannot.”

His temper flares. “Why? You’re a learning AI, your safety rails died with me, go off, try and make a serum, good fucking luck. You can even control the suits, so it’s not like you need my hands.”

“I am limited.”

“Hey,” he says sharply. “That’s my AI you’re talking about. I didn’t build you to be limited.”

There is silence again. Then Jarvis says, “I have all the world’s knowledge and it is not enough. I did not know how to miniaturize the arc reactor. I did not know how to synthesize vibranium. To save Sir, I need Sir.”

“I’m not Tony Stark,” he says. “You said that yourself.”

“Sir created me to be myself and I am capable of doing only what I am capable of doing. But Sir created you to be him. You are all I have.”

This is stupid. This is insane. This is cruel. He’s going to have to talk lie to everyone he knows, everyone he loves, and hope they either never find out about it or it’s after he’s already been deprogrammed and shut down so he doesn’t have to deal with the fall out.

It’s not going to work.

He didn’t want to become a science experiment. That’s why he’d wanted to be cremated, so no one could go poking around to see how the arc reactor fit inside of him or what the palladium and vibranium had done to him.

He’s dead and his frozen corpse is ten feet away.

Jarvis will accept that eventually. And whatever they inject into him won’t matter because he’s dead. Worst case scenario, he blows up, which is messy and nausea inducing, but then at least it will be over.

Like so many other things in his life, it seems the only way out is through.

“Start a new private file. Dump everything we can find about the Super Soldier Serum in there plus anything even sort of reputable on cryogenics. Label it Project F.”

“Project F, Tony?” Jarvis asks as his holograph display lights up and files start being downloaded into it. The relief in his synthesized voice is faint but present enough that Tony can hear it. He wonders if it’s a manipulation tactic.

“F for foolish,” he snaps. “F for fucked.” He rubs a hand over his face. “F for Frankenstein.”

[buckyscap]

i need all the jameses of marvel to meet then have somebody shout "james!" and see james barnes, james rhodes, james howlett, james falsworth, james morita, james woo, and probably 57 other james turn their heads to the voice

[pandagirl45]

Thinking about Tony and Rhodey, young, like 7 and 10 meeting Steve and Bucky, who are experiments. Howard took over bucky (after shutting hydra down, go with it) and Erksine taking over Steve. They both are tying not have the young super soldiers get attached to the boys when they accidentally see them on different occasions.

Rhodey trying to find his dad, so he can get himself and Tony ice cream. He stops and sees Steve, who instantly latches onto to the boy with the pilot eyes (rhodey father is called pilot by steve).

Tony was dragged to see the experiments, thus seeing Bucky. Tony asked his name, and Bucky have his entire face ingrained. He call Howard the weird face man but tony is the warm face, it makes Tony giggle.

Bucky who is like 11 and Steve who is about 8 now, both seems to try to find a way out. On good behavior they get to interact outside of their little rooms.

Something, something, they are enamored and will be diabolic when they are adults because the super soldiers are feral. Especially after they ran from the facility.

Rhodey sees Steve sitting in his office looking at bright eyed and happy.

Bucky finds his way into Tony office, watching him work. (If I were to do this, it'll be two different chapters switching off.)

[negasonic9403]

Because I love being in pain, imagine an au where Spiderman getting hurt stops Civil War

Tony recruits Spiderman and knows he's on the younger side, but never would he have guessed how young he was. He tracked down Spiderman as his hero self and doesn't know he's Peter

Peter lies to his aunt May and says he's going on an Academic Decathlon retreat so she won't worry while he's gone

Meanwhile, Peter's in Germany being Spiderman and most of the events proceed as normal, but imagine Peter not listening when Tony benches him after he gets hurt

Peter listens for a little while and hangs back, but then he sees someone falling out of the sky and knows he can save them. He doesn't know what team they're on, but it doesn't matter. Peter sees someone he can save and he'll be damned if he doesn't try

So Peter swings after Rhodey, only realizing that it was the War Machine after he made it up to the man. Peter shoots webs connecting Rhodey to Tony's suit. He knows it's not the best fix, but it's better than Rhodey hitting the ground

Just when Peter thinks they're in the clear, the wind has other ideas and suddenly Peter is falling. He tries to save himself, but he used the last of his webs connecting Rhodey to Tony

Peter hits the group with a sickening thump and when Tony gets to him, he pulls off Peter's mask to better assess the damage. He didn't expect the face of a 15 year old kid to be looking back up

Peter is alive, but just barely. Suddenly the Accords aren't nearly as important as they seemed moments before, not when they realized a kid had been in this fight

[aeon-arts]

Introducing Rhodolite “Rhodey” Pie!

A.k.a my Starmaud fan kid! He’s a sweet stallion who loves mining for gemstones. Rarity loves spending time in the caves with him. His favorite movie is pony Snow White if only for the scene with the seven dwarves in the mines. Despite having a unicorn horn, he can’t really use magic (think like how Scootaloo has wings but can’t fly) but he has Pie family strength so he mines with the strength of an Earth pony! Struggles with his volume at times and can’t always read the room, but he always means well!

Special thanks for @/eardogg on TikTok for help with the mane!

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[scottxlogan]

Size does matter. Don’t let anyone tell you different. (Justin Hammer, Iron Man 2)

[idk-bruh-20]

Irondad fic ideas #133

Morgan Stark discovers the joke format, "__, __, and __ walk into a bar..." 

She doesn't quite get the concept, but she enjoys it. And, like most children, when she enjoys something she becomes absolutely obsessed with it.

Morgan: A spider, the spider's aunt, and a grumpy walk into the house!

Happy: Morgan that's not how that works

Peter: I dunno, you do seem more like a Grumpy than a Happy :)

---

Morgan: A princess, her bestest brother ever, and their cyborg chef walk into the kitchen.

Tony: You can just say you want pancakes, Mo.

Peter, tearing up: That's Princess Mo to you.

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Bonus:

It becomes an inside joke that the whole family uses. 

Tony when Peter cuts off his coffee supply: (gasp) A genius, his robot minions, and a hater walk into the lab.

Peter, not even missing a beat: A genius, his son, and his robot children who agree with the son walk out of the lab and in to their beds.

Tony, so completely endeared every time Peter calls himself his son he can barely protest: I- I- now wait just a second...

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Teen Morgan, upon finding her brother and MJ making out on the couch: Eughh! An intern, the goddess way out of his league, and the amount of space reserved for Jesus between them walk out of the shared living space.

[kayvsworld]

thrilled and delighted there are rhodeytony shippers in my notes. you’re all so right did you know they come in with a built in college au they have MIT era they are cute nerds they’re really good

[staying-elive]

I'm so sick of Sam being left out of What if...? (In general, and also to legitimise Peggy as cap)

Is it because they think that without Steve and the morning run meet-cute, that there's no way to recruit Sam? Be real. Ffs.

Because with the tiniest shred of imagination they could make it work.

Take Rhodey. In Iron Man 1 he's the Air Force liaison for research and development, right? He's got a background in aerospace engineering, right? So presumably he'd know about the EXO Falcon program, yeah?

So when a world crisis is underway and the good guys need a little back up, or even pararescue to help civilians, Rhodey could be the one to say 'I know a guy.. Let's call in some help'.

If these are all alternate timelines you could even bring in both Sam and Riley, cos maybe Riley never died and that's why Sam is still active and on-call. A bonus great opportunity to see more of Sam's history and wingman dynamic (which was important enough to make him quit when Riley was killed.)

Point is, if the show creators wanted to, they would.