This time we’ll revisit a time when you’re a little older…
Callum picked up the barrel of the revolver, tweaking it so make it more accurate, more deadly. This was his life for the past few months. Improving weapons, making sleeker designs for saddles, whatever task that his father is throwing on his worktable.
Preparing for war.
War. It’s a preposterous thought. Not long after having fought for freedom from Great Britain, we’re on the verge of fighting each other. The stirrings and discontent was there for years. But that was something that existed since America’s conception. It was nothing new. The south used slaves as a means of business and fueling agriculture and the north holds all the blue collar and manufacturing. The North does …show more content…
The naive dumbass honestly thought that they wouldn’t be used. Personal experience tells me that that won’t be the case. That’s all I am good for, being a Merchant of Death”. Tony gripped his sunglasses so hard they shattered in hand. The broken glass cutting into this skin, blood slowly leaking and made a trail down his hand. Sam let out a sigh and grabbed the tissue box.
“If you get blood on the carpet, you’re paying for the cleaning” Sam remarked as he handed him the tissues. He stood and found the first aid box in the cabinets and brought it with him as he sat next to Tony.
“I know that you aren’t going to believe me, not fully. But your past is only a reflection of your future if you carry that mirror wherever you go. Mr. Stark, you are more than the weapons you made, the mistakes you carry. And just because you made some bad decisions, it doesn’t make you a bad person. There is good in your heart. The kind of good that funds scholarships allowing underprivileged to get an education they can only dream about. That provides aid for families displaced by war and terrorism overseas. Your past is your past, that cannot be changed. But it doesn’t have to be your future, not if you don’t let
Callum picked up the barrel of the revolver, tweaking it so make it more accurate, more deadly. This was his life for the past few months. Improving weapons, making sleeker designs for saddles, whatever task that his father is throwing on his worktable.
Preparing for war.
War. It’s a preposterous thought. Not long after having fought for freedom from Great Britain, we’re on the verge of fighting each other. The stirrings and discontent was there for years. But that was something that existed since America’s conception. It was nothing new. The south used slaves as a means of business and fueling agriculture and the north holds all the blue collar and manufacturing. The North does …show more content…
The naive dumbass honestly thought that they wouldn’t be used. Personal experience tells me that that won’t be the case. That’s all I am good for, being a Merchant of Death”. Tony gripped his sunglasses so hard they shattered in hand. The broken glass cutting into this skin, blood slowly leaking and made a trail down his hand. Sam let out a sigh and grabbed the tissue box.
“If you get blood on the carpet, you’re paying for the cleaning” Sam remarked as he handed him the tissues. He stood and found the first aid box in the cabinets and brought it with him as he sat next to Tony.
“I know that you aren’t going to believe me, not fully. But your past is only a reflection of your future if you carry that mirror wherever you go. Mr. Stark, you are more than the weapons you made, the mistakes you carry. And just because you made some bad decisions, it doesn’t make you a bad person. There is good in your heart. The kind of good that funds scholarships allowing underprivileged to get an education they can only dream about. That provides aid for families displaced by war and terrorism overseas. Your past is your past, that cannot be changed. But it doesn’t have to be your future, not if you don’t let