gadgeteerphilanthropist:

Tony stood on the landing pad, because there weren’t many other places he could stand right now. Just trying to get out the door onto the party deck had been like forcing a pea through a colander.
He had spent the last short while just figuring out how to move the new appendages, without falling over or looking like a drunken turkey. Some things his dignity still did not permit, and looking like a drunken turkey was one of them (a drunken fool was fine, but not a drunken turkey).
He was making some progress! He at least had them fully extended now, enough that he could peer back at them to see what they looked like. A sort of bronze-y, and yet non-metallic brown, leading to Hot Rod red alulas, primary coverts, and primaries.
Cautiously, he flapped them, once, twice, three times. When he didn’t immediately over balance and fall on his face, and got a bit more daring with the flapping, enough to lift his feet off of the landing pad. He stepped over to the armor rig. “Jarvis? Ready my boots.”
-Of course, sir.-
With his repulsor boots on in case he needed to prevent a messy landing, he got a running start towards the edge of the landing pad, and flung himself forward, wings spreading. There was a jolt as the wings caught the breeze, but then he leveled out.
Laughing, he angled himself in a wide, lazy circle, and winged off into the city.
But good god, this got tiring fast. Looking around, he aimed for the closest clear spot, glanced around almost conspiratorially, and then folded the wings in tight and dove down, snapping them out again at the last safe moment, to come to a rough landing, stumbling forward two steps. He looked around the park to see where he was.
“Huh. This could be fun.”
Summer had decided the day was just too damn nice to spend it mewed up inside. Two books, one leashed cat, a blanket and a packed up lunch later, she was sprawled on the grass in the park, the ragdoll cat perching on her back. When Helios tensed, stood up, then sprang off her back to run to the limit of his leash, she rolled over, shading her eyes against the sun, to catch Tony’s awkward landing.
For a long moment, the best she could do was stare open-mouthed.