open | Tony Stark/Iron Man

[iron_ego]

Characters: Tony Stark and all the ladies everyone!
Location: Keeliai, any sector
Situation: Day 01: In which Tony discovers the locals are not as fabulous as a Stark.
Warnings/Rating: Ego alert and some inappropriate references to nuclear events

Morning - Tony Stark:

[Okay. So he's either been kidnapped by aliens or his liver gave up the old ghost and he's dead. Either option is going put a serious dent into his social life -- and, let's face it, life will be straight up boring for the people he's left behind.

He can deal with this. Seriously, what's a case of kidnapping to him? Nothing, once Jarvis finishes the full spectrum analysis of the Iron Man suit and confirms it's fit to fly away from this popsicle stand. Thing is, the AI told him it's going to take five hours to do and he's not the best at sitting around and doing nothing. And that console? Please. He pried it open to fiddle and it pulled a Chernobyl on him.

With nothing in the suite holding his interest, he's taken to wandering the streets of each Sector, holding up both his standard issue smart phone and his Stark Industries special issue one in the air at varying intervals and in obscure locations to check for a signal. He's a bit of an oddity, dressed in a nice suit and obviously having been caught en route to some charity gala (in style, but he took the armor off before he came out of his suite) before, BOOM, Turtletopia.

Trust me when I say he doesn't bite unless the lady likes it.]

Noon - Tony Stark:

[Jarvis is still at work and he's shit out of luck about the signal thing. Wouldn't you know it, but wandering around a city in search of some sign of telecommunications capabilities is downright exhausting for a billionaire playboy.

This is why you can find him during the three odd hours he considers 'noon' (eleven through two) at a café sipping a latte or snacking on a meal (maybe even yours) or at the earliest open establishment of alcohol to parch his thirst.

Oh, he's still checking his phones now, but that's keeping track of a timer -- countdown to when the suit diagnostics will be done and he can blast out of here.]

Evening - Iron Man:

[Turns out that blowing this popsicle stand takes more effort than his suit and understanding can currently manage - go figure, they've actually managed to kidnap him. Iron Man's armor is a bit scuffed from his attempt to go up, up, up, and away!

Perturbed at being turtleblocked (he sees that shell and head, thank you very much), Iron Man is checking out the Sectors in closer detail, interacting more with the locals to get a feel, and even having the occasional arm wrestling match with a kedan -- spoiler warning: he's been winning.

Then, as night falls, he can finally be seen in the vicinity of building FI-3A, carrying a crate filled with bottles of alcohol, the life necessities for one Tony Stark. His visor's up during this part and he's seriously considering opening one as he walks along, completely unconcerned at the silly idea that this could be unwise with the increase in gang activity lately.]

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Re: evening

[iron_ego]

[The glowing effect on the road ranks as the first wonder of the turtle and Tony's been walking in full armor down the sector streets, letting Jarvis run all the analyses it wants with the suit's technology. Results are fascinatingly inconclusive and he is seriously thinking about trying to dig up a piece for his mantle when -- hark, is that his name? With recognition and not derision? Why, how utterly welcoming!

The sound emanated from the rooftop on your right hand side, sir. Why thank you, Jarvis.

He turns to face Clint, visor snapped up and a grin on face.]

Finally, someone else that recognises beautiful, brilliant me. You, nameless roof guy, win a prize!

[Because you have no idea how hard it is to spend an entire day without everyone knowing who he is. Really. He shed tears over it.]

Now, I just have one question first: Are you one of Fury's cronies too? Because I've already had a run-in with the redheaded bombshell and I've gotta tell you that you're about a four to her ten from down here. I'm guessing he didn't hire you for your looks.

[Because Fury having sleeper agents in Purgatory seems like a thing to him.]

[arches]

<sub>( Okay, so thinking that was a good idea lasted all of five seconds. Because really the second this guy opens his mouth, Clint remembers how annoying he’d assumed him to be, from the reports. He can’t even take pleasure at being proven right.

The fact that Iron Man doesn’t recognize him is something, however. He’s not sure whether that’s a relief or an annoyance; it would be easier if more of them were on the same page, but if Stark was in line with Rogers and Natasha, that would leave Clint at a distinct disadvantage. So he can’t be sorry that it hasn’t turned out that way.

Anyway, Clint is just going to listen to Tony with a flat look on his face—though when he’s done, Clint grabs an arrow out of his quiver and shoots it down to land about a hair’s span in front of him. )</sub>

No. He didn’t.

[iron_ego]

[Okay. That's confirmed three things: (1) This works for Fury, or isn't arguing the point at least. (2) He's got one hell of an aim with that bow (professional, or an all-night FPS addiction). (3) He's got no sense of humour.

Hold. Revise possibilities on the last one. (3) He's got a dry, to the point sense of humour. If that's the case, Tony can work with it. If not, well, he's not the first lost cause in Fury's ranks.]

Hey, hey, hey. Watch the paint job, Robin Hood.

[He says it with his hands up in a faux surrender gesture, one that he breaks to retrieve the arrow. He kicks in his thrusters to launch to the roof, landing and pausing to look at the arrow itself.]

Okay, then I'm betting it was for your people skills. [A distracted quip.] So what do people call you anyway?

[arches]

_{( Clint is more than used to being called Robin Hood, so that just earns Stark a pointed look. Be more original, man. He watches idly as Iron Man arrives on the roof, more impressed than he lets on. It’s not as if he isn’t familiar with what the suit can do, at least abstractly; but seeing it actually doing those things is another matter entirely. It’s pretty cool, okay. )}

Well, if you’ve already met Nick, you should know that people skills are definitely high on his list of priorities.

_{( Which was why he and Clint got along so well, really. They were gruff and blunt and grumpy at each other all day long, and it worked out rather well for both of them. That arrow, by the by, isn’t anything too special—just a very sharp tip on the end of a polycarbon shaft. No tricks in that one, but a fine enough point to slice through just about anything. Clint holds out his hand, expecting it back. )}

Barton, mostly. But since you’re in that, _{( looking pointedly at the suit )} maybe Hawkeye’s more appropriate.

[iron_ego]

[He's saving the 'Legolas' line for his big movie moment, Clint, but rest assured that Tony Stark will not relent until he's tried every nickname in the book. And a few dozen outside of it. He's that dedicated.]

Met? [He scoffs, opening the hand with the arrow so that it can be taken -- he'll not hand it back, he's got a thing about that.] Nick and I go way back. He, as a matter of fact, begged me to do consulting work for him.

[Though, on the matter of Nick Fury versus Charisma, Clint gets a point and a nod of his head. Gold star, Barton. Looks like your humour's not a lost cause.]

So, I'm guessing this 'Hawkeye' thing's to do with the fact that wasn't you trying to shoot me and missing terribly. [He thinks about that.] If that's the case, sure beats being called 'Mr. Magoo.'

[arches]

_{( He doesn’t care one way or the other, so he just grabs the arrow and tosses it behind him, back into the quiver, in one fluid motion. He doesn’t even pretend to believe what Tony’s saying, just rolls his eyes and then says, rather flatly: )} Uh-huh.

I guess I could’ve hit you, but like you said, that paint job… _{( He shrugs. A Hawkeye in a better mood might have shot Tony just to prove that he could, but Clint’s in a bit of a dark and pensive place at the moment. )}

So if you’re still consulting, that means the Avengers aren’t a thing for you yet, are they? _{( He just wants to make sure. Even footing, and all that. Though, if Tony had been from anywhere near where Clint was, they probably wouldn’t be having this lovely chat… )}

[iron_ego]

[Tony pauses exactly how long it'd have taken him to process the idea of there being more than consulting on the initiative -- it's not an outright feint, more a distraction as he connects Barton here with what he's heard to sort out the timeline dissonance that happens when you bingo grab people from a half dozen different dates and toss them all onto giant turtle in the middle of the ocean.]

You mean 'has Fury begged me to take the lead of the team that is so obviously meant for me?' [A pause and he looks up, then to the side, then back at Clint.] No. [He grimaces for effect and nothing else.] I guess he's saving that for witnesses, not that I'd complain. [He clears his throat.] I don't suppose you got to see the big moment? Since-- [He makes a quick, circular gesture in Clint's direction.] --it sounds like he popped the big question from whence you came. Or however it goes. Anyways, was he down on one knee or two?

[arches]

I couldn’t tell you. I wasn’t there. _{( His voice is light, still, but of course he has feelings regarding the event. It was ambiguous, really, whether Nick had ever meant him to be an Avenger. He hadn’t been sent on scouting missions like Natasha, wasn’t useful that way. But if he’s going off of what the Captain and Natasha said—which he is, because his sanity depends on it—he’s part of this team. And so’s Tony. )}

But that makes four of us. Kind of an odd coincidence, don’t you think?

[iron_ego]

Ha, coincidence? [Tony laughs and shakes his head, looking up at the sky.] This whole Avengers thing's meant to look like coincidence, but it was planned. It's a little too convenient for Fury to suddenly whip out a team of superheroes, but my guess is that the public'd eat it right up without second-guessing for at least a week. [Especially if he, Mr. Charisma, is on the team.]

This might've been planned the same, or it could be one freaky cosmic coincidence. I'm still processing the data. Turtle, shapeshifters, time anomalies. [A low whistle.] That's a lot of data to process. No way to tell yet, unless you've got some big secret you wanted to lay on me.

[arches]

Nah. None of those. _{( He isn’t a secret keeper, the way many secret agents do. Or at least not in the same way. So he can say that, with a wry smile, and seem entirely honest. )}

I’ll leave the data-ing to you, if you don’t mind.