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"genius, billionaire, playboy, philanthropist." tony stark, a.k.a. iron man. will be played from the events of iron man - the avengers movies. archer-class servant to kondo isao. affiliated with knight's vocation.

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We Fight Till We Die [KV/Event Open]

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A man in a metal suit. Or was it a rich boy playing at being a fighter? For a second, Rorschach was reminded of Ozymandias. Maybe it was the ostentatious color. Or the overconfidence, despite the hiding. Hiding, hiding… maybe he thought he was a hero, too. Hiding his face like that. They said Rorschach hid his face. Not true. His face was plain as day. People were just scared because it changed.

In hindsight, the vigilante should have expected that laser beam. Manhattan could do something similar. Except it was artificial. Partially. If he were a Servant, those beams would be stronger than usual. All these thoughts came later. After he jumped out of the stairwell. Impact had been hard, but he’d avoided the beam. This one was strong… but nothing was impossible.

“I know why you’re here. The War. But I’m no Servant.” A dangerous thing to say, true, but to come to blows against a Servant was idiocy… and he wasn’t going to waste a Command Spell to bring the girl here. Not yet. “Your Master couldn’t come with you?”

[arcoverreacting]

He was sort of both – a rich man in a metal suit playing at being a fighter. It all worked out. Of course, Tony was nothing like Ozymandias. His aims were lesser, hoping just to defend the greater good and get some cool photo ops while doing it. He was hardly a hero. He was just doing what he thought was right, especially after all the lives that had been lost because of his weaponry.

Tony hadn’t aimed directly for the stranger, god no – one of those repulsor beams could easily kill a person, and Tony wasn’t trying to kill someone who could’ve been innocent. He just needed to do this fight to restore his prana and then he’d be on his merry way. Rather, he’d aimed next to him, enough to knock him out of his hiding place. When he finally saw him, he was surprised.

“…nice mask.”

--was the first thing Tony said, the first thing Tony noticed. So this guy wasn’t a servant huh? Then there’d be no point in fighting him. Tony lowered his repulsor beam, and pulled back the face shield so he could look at the man in the…inkblot.

“My master’s kind of…a bum. I thought I’d take matters into my own hands.”

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People die if they are killed [kv open]

You know, I think ol’pooly is getting used to being thrown around all over the universe. I mean one time he was slapping around magical girls, and the other time he was being slapped around by some stag bettle-headed green-eyed girl with a scythe.

And now he’s in Japan, good old Japan. And guess what, he’s now in Fuyuk-…

←Servant Class Berserker

“What…? Is this that anime thing again where people in Jaypan kill each other over some grail…or…something right?”

Wade scratched the underside of his chin thinking about where the hell he is for the moment. He’s familiar with the name ‘Fuyuki’ and how the whole story and setting goes and all but… Oh well who cares right? For the time being, he decided that he wants to enjoy his time in Japan before he gets slapped around again. Good idea. Let’s walk in the streets, in public, with people, in your bright ass jumpsuit, with weapons behind your back, not giving a fuck. Oh and hey, what about your master who supposedly summoned you here? Nope, this is him not giving a fuck.

“Well y’know what, screw this Holy Grail War crap, I want my nachos damit.”

He decided to walk through the shopping district in Fuyuki, in his bright red jumpsuit…with katana’s behind his back…and guns on his belt… yeah he’s sticking out like a sore ass thumb alright. It’s a miracle that no one even called the cops yet…

Deadpool was quite familiar with Japan himself. After all, he did sumo wrestling once for a living just for kicks… His eyes looked around for the convenience stores of LAWSON and Family Mart, looking to buy some snacks… or just take it off some little kid and run off or something.

[arcoverreacting]

The city was huge – that much Tony had gathered from a quick search on his suit’s systems. Still, he hadn’t found much to do. If there was anything he was craving right now, it was some schwarma, but he highly doubted he was going to find any in a city in Japan. Not that Tony hadn’t been to Japan before – he had, multiple times in fact – but he hadn’t been here before in order to do battle.

Still, it seemed as though the city was suited for both battle and more common living, as it had a shopping district, where Tony walked now. He wore a sleek designer suit, carrying one of his suits in its, well, suitcase form. Just in case. In a city built for battle, it wasn’t wise to be walking around unprotected. Though he had a few combat skills of his own, he definitely had to admit, he wouldn’t stand much of a chance without his suit.

He stopped outside of a convenience store, tilting his sunglasses down a bit. Was he really about to bring himself into some place so common all for a snack? You bet he was. He would buy every snack he damn well wanted, he’d buy the store if he so pleased. As he walked in, he ran right into a man in a full body suit, bright red and with guns and swords strapped onto him. Tony Stark simply raised an eyebrow.

“Wasn’t Halloween a few months ago, buddy?”

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We Fight Till We Die [KV/Event Open]

So… Servants were slipping away due to lack of prana? Rorschach wasn’t very surprised in his case. There was a definite barrier between himself and Otae, especially when he had discovered one of the ways prana was restored. Inside, the vigilante knew he was limiting her ability… but it was necessary. Women weren’t meant to fight. Especially not in a war like this. It seemed necessary now, though.

She needed prana… but they needed information.

From his vantage point, the inked man had a clear view of the street below. What he needed to look for was the unusual. The people that looked out of place. Incapacitate the Masters. It made finding the Servants easier. Either that, or a team would be eliminated from the Grail Way. Both outcomes were good. He scanned the streets, ink shifting in a lazy manner… then settled.

Down there. Sneaking down a stairwell to the right of the building with barely a sound, Rorschach eyed the person before him, before readying himself to fight. He still had four Command Seals. Now, it was only a matter of taking this one on before calling Otae in…

[arcoverreacting]

Lack of prana was hardly a problem for Tony. Or rather, he chose to pretend that was the case. He chose to ignore his body feeling weaker and weaker as he walked through the streets of Fuyuki City, looking for a battle. It was just something he felt like doing, not something he needed to do to prevent himself from fading. It felt odd wearing the suit for this long, but he didn’t mind it much either – he had designed it to be comfortable, after all.

Kondo was of no use to him, hence the lack of his master’s presence at his side. He’d already written him off as an idiot, and it wasn’t like he’d had plans of listening to his orders anyhow. He would fight his own battles, restore his own prana, and deal with Kondo as he saw fit.

He had his helmet on, repulsor beams at the ready, waiting for a battle to come to him. Soon enough, he heard his systems responding to him – Mr. Stark, threat located directly above you. To this, Tony turned around, aiming his repulsor beam above him and firing – missing the target just barely.

“Alright, we both know why we’re here – so let’s get it over with.”

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gorrila'd !! ;; open

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This place has a nice tune to it, if your getting on what hes meaning? Kondo had never seen different kind of people, though everyone had look liked they were all from different mangas/animes/cartoons/shows, etc. because they all had different kind of styles. Like the shading of their clothing and how they look like and all. 

Seeing that there was nothing to do but wait and wait until the other was revealed. Who could it be? Some man with superpowers that can explode the whole earth? A woman that is sneaky and can trick you to make you do anything— oh. This guy looked like some comic book character or some freak show! What a embarrassment, his mother must have raised him the wrong way! But—

“Who’s being shy here? It’s definitely not me. So you’re him, huh? My master? Goddamn, I was hoping for a woman.”

That guy must be his servant, oh how interesting this is going to be. Finally meeting the guy who must serve him or a person he can order around at anytime! Unless this wasn’t the servant people were referring to here.. Either way, the suit did not scare him at all. Made him laugh, it was a bit absurd really.

[arcoverreacting]

This place was already too boring for him. There wasn’t much to do here but try and find his master, so it seemed kind of worthless to him. He didn’t even see the point in finding his master – it wasn’t like he was going to follow his commands anyway. Tony Stark did as he pleased, and he didn’t exactly want to follow orders. He’d hardly followed Fury’s orders and the man was sort of his boss.

But it didn’t really matter now if he saw a point to finding him or not because he’d found him. He pulled up his file on the viewfinder – Kondo Isao, commander of the Shinsengumi (whatever the hell that was), otherwise known as Gorilla. That was the basic information he’d received upon arriving at Fuyuki City.

He’d introduce himself or whatever he had to do then split – at least that was the plan. But this guy, this ridiculous looking guy had chosen just to laugh at him, and say nothing.

“You alright in the head there, buddy? You realize…you realize you should care about this more than me, right? I’m here to fight for you.”

Tony shrugged. That was what he was supposed to do, but it wasn’t what he planned on doing.

“Supposedly – but I’ve never been one to play by the rules.”

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ooc: hey there! i'm still kinda new here so lemme know if you wanna rp with Tony and I'll try and get an OP out? i'll try to reply to some too...i've got a couple in drafts but yeah!!

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gorrila'd !! ;; open

Where was he? This place is different, very different. There happened to be no Samurais around or some sort of sword-wielder in sight. Does that mean he is the only one here and the Shinsengumi is no longer existing— besides Kondo needed to near where his whereabouts is first of all. The gorilla man had started looking for living things, humans, something that can talk to him or tell him about everything. It was quite quiet, his face was absent. It seemed like time was timeless or something. What was this? Holy Grail War? Guessing anyone that anyone that has been transported to this place has to be apart of this war, or have to attend this war in some way. There was also things called Command Spells, what were they exactly? Kondo was completely clueless on every single detail about this city, it didn’t make sense at all. Firstly, needing to know how this has happened or where this place is located. Either way.. this could be only his imagination or another dream/nightmare. But that seemed way off, this place seemed quite realistic so he had thrown away that idea. Kondo had decided to walk or stroll, still needing to find other life. The brunette had suddenly noticed there had be sounds of footsteps not too far, but again decided to ignore it. It would be fairly embarrassing to see the Commander of the Shinsegumi running to some footsteps. It sounded more of a kind of pet, animal that makes loud footsteps. The commander turned around to see if there was anyone, or anything.. and it seemed like there was. Trying to pretend there was nothing there, only wanting to know details, information, the person must be informative in some way. “Come on out, no need to be shy!”

[arcoverreacting]

Tony Stark both understood and failed to understand exactly what was going on here. He knew that he’d been summoned to this place, Fuyuki City, to fight in the Holy Grail war, but that made no sense. What place did he have fighting in a war? Unless it was to defend the greater good, he really had no care for it. But apparently, everyone was fighting to win a fancy cup that could grant wishes or something.

He didn’t know why he’d been summoned here, but he understood that he was to be a servant to a master. Alright, that was the first thing wrong here – Tony Stark was a servant to absolutely no one. The moment this guy tried to boss him around would be the moment his armored fist met the guy’s face – it wasn’t going to happen. As it was already well known, Tony Stark doesn’t play well with others, but he could try. If he liked the guy. Or lady. He didn’t know yet.

The one thing he had liked was being referred to as a ‘heroic spirit.’ Tony still didn’t see himself as much of a hero, but apparently, some greater force did. That was a nice little ego boost. The thing that confused him however, was this wish deal. What could Tony Stark, genius billionaire playboy philanthropist possibly wish for? That wasn’t clear to him yet.

What was clear to him, was that he needed to find this “master.” He was walking around Fuyuki City, just going wherever his feet lead him, when he heard a voice from in front of him. Peeking his head around, he noticed a man in a peculiar uniform. No need to be shy? Tony was not shy. He shrugged a bit as he walked out, but once he saw the man, he knew – this was his master. He sort of hoped the Iron Man armor didn't freak him out.

“Who’s being shy here? It’s definitely not me. So you’re him, huh? My master? Goddamn, I was hoping for a woman.”

[arcoverreacting]

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[arcoverreacting]

clintoris is now following you.

[clintoris]

Being a S.H.I.E.L.D. agent, especially one with Clint’s skill set, meant that you were aware of everything. Even the smallest of movements such as, stumbling at the mention of a deceased acquaintance. Or friend. Either way, Clint pretended to not notice Tony’s stumble just as he would want the man to not notice how tense he was. Clint had always been amused with Stark and Coulson’s relationship anyways, especially with how close he had been to Miss Potts. Clint would have loved to witness it first hand at some point, but… Right, birds. “Hawks have around 20/2 eyesight, Stark.” He liked to brag about that little fact. Clint’s eyesight definitely wasn’t that good, but he had sharper vision than most, no doubt about it. “It’s not just about liking those feathery shit launchers.” 

Clint chuckled. Of course Tony would go for that idea. Stark had quite the imagination, it was obvious, and now he could unleash a shit ton of unrelaxing ideas throughout everybody’s floor. Damn. “Probably in each of his pockets.” A normal agent’s uniform had way too many pockets than necessary, Fury had to have tons, each of them hidden in his coat. That sounded like a fun idea, though, after he’d waited a while so he was on Fury’s good side; going through all of his drawers and counting how many eyepatches he has. A fun idea to get killed, really. 

Clint shot off a few more arrows. When he was by himself, he was privy to practicing his shooting two to three hours a day, but shooting with somebody always made the art a bit boring, in that ‘i could be doing something else with this person’ sort of way. So, at the mention of a drink, Clint gave out a small whoop and nodded vigorously. “Second best idea I’ve heard all day.” Second to being invited out to the tower.

He ran off to gather the arrows that were still intact, he smiled and shook his head at the sheer number that were burnt due to his explosions and the Iron Man repulsers, then shoved them in his quiver. “I’m all set,” With the bow back in its case too, he turned and patiently waited for Stark to finish what he was doing.

[arcoverreacting]

As much as he’d tried to hide his small stumble, he was almost certain that Clint would’ve seen it. Still, if he drew attention to it, that would just ruin everything, wouldn’t it? It wasn’t surprising that the air between them got so think at the mention of Coulson, someone who had been one of the team’s greatest assets without them knowing it. He had essentially sacrificed himself for them, and it was for that reason that the knowledge that he was gone hurt even more. It was true – Tony and Phil had quite the interesting relationship, but it was never an unfriendly one.

“Yeah okay, whatever Clint. Whatever lets your sleep at night.” Tony snorted a bit, he couldn’t really make fun of his name or anything, since he was after all, Iron Man. Superhero names weren’t known for being incredibly witty.

“Eh, it’s not that big of a deal right now anyway. We’ll figure out something really ingenious and then carry it out, it’ll totally surprise everyone and we’ll come out the victors.” He laughed, trying to put the memory of Coulson aside and focusing instead on the prank they would inevitably pull on Fury. He knew they were both incredibly important assets to the team, no matter how much Fury tried to say otherwise, so they could likely get away with something like this.

“First being coming here right?” Was it really necessary for Tony to point that out? Hardly, but he did like knowing when people appreciated him and the things he did, whether it was just sincere or to get on his good side. It only helped his ego inflate more, and well, he was never against that happening. As Clint went to collect his arrows, Tony walked over to the back of the room, where machines built into the walls and floor started to remove the suit and store it away. When Clint turned back around, he was already dressed in his street clothes.

“Alright then, we’ll go up to the bar on the top floor.” Of course, there was a bar on every single floor in this Tower, but the top floor was his favorite, especially with the view it provided at night. Once they arrived, he poured himself a glass of scotch, and allowed Clint to help himself to whatever he wanted, before taking a spot out on the balcony, overlooking the city.

“So uh, how’re you and Natasha doin’? Aren’t the two of you like, a thing?”

[arcoverreacting]

clintoris is now following you.

[clintoris]

To be fair, it was hard to build proper working things when all he had access to was little trinkets and stolen objects from the orphanage. That fact that it even exploded was something to be wow’d. Still, after that failure he never really tried again which was a shame.

“I preposed to…” Clint cleared his throat, more often than not he would dive into a story without really looking through who’s involved… “Coulson, one time, that I should get a bonus every time a bird decided I’d make a fantastic toilet.” He swallowed uneasily and shot another (exploding) arrow, still managing to hit the bullseye, which was commendable really considering how clenched his teeth were. “He said I’d run S.H.I.E.L.D. bankrupt.” Then he forced a laugh and focused on explosions. Because explosions were funny and the loss of one of the few people he could actually trust (a loss that was his fault, when it came down to it) within headquarters most certainly was not.  

Fury, also, was a welcome distraction. The director was amusing and it was fun to give him a hard time. In all honesty, Clint liked the man, he gave him a job instead of jailtime, after all. “Or maybe you should give him a floor. One that pies him whenever he walks through the door.” He lowered his bow and gave Tony a peculiar grin. He was a bit of a prankster. “He’d bitch about his eye-patch and I’m sure we’d get a nice laugh outta it.”

[arcoverreacting]

No, that was incredibly true. Tony grew up in a family that embraced science and technology, that made a living off it. He would always have whatever material he needed available to him, and even if he didn’t, he could probably figure out how to make it from what he had, or how to compromise. That was just how a genius worked, or whatever. Tony however, was all for experiments, so once Clint had mentioned that he’d tried it once…who’s to say he wouldn’t get him to try it again?

At the sudden mention of Coulson, Tony stumbled back a bit, his repulsor beam going off course and missing the target completely. “Jeez, gotta reset my bearings in this thing sometimes,” he chuckled awkwardly before listening to the rest of the story. The atmosphere between the two suddenly grew heavy, and for good reason too. Agent Coulson had been a good man, and Tony still regretted the fact that it had taken him so long to realize it. He’d gone down a hero at least, and he would keep that in his heart forever. He only wished he could’ve showed him how much he was worth before he died, sent him out to Portland to see that cellist or whatever. Something like that.

Tony wasn’t one for awkward situations like this, and thus he let out a good natured, cheerful laugh, opting to focus on the positives of the story rather than the negative. “Well he was right about that. Of all animals to pick your uh, codename, superhero name, whatever from, you had to choose a bird? Last guy I met with birds,” Ivan Vanko, he’d heard about the bird from Justin Hammer later on. “Not a very amiable guy. Kinda gross actually. But whatever, that’s you choice.”

Honestly, Tony couldn’t dislike him either. He’d come to him when he needed it most, and although he didn’t want to admit it, he’d saved his life. He’d likely be dead if he hadn’t come to him with that lithium dioxide.

“Now there’s an innovative idea. Who says the floor’s gotta be a place for him to relax? Oh man, that’s better actually!” Tony stepped back again, taking his mind off the targets and waving his arms around as he imagined Fury’s well…fury at being pied in the face. “Whatever, not like he has a place to bitch about it. I bet he’s got a box full of them in his desk drawer.”

“I’m kinda bored with this. You down for a drink?”

[arcoverreacting]

clintoris is now following you.

[clintoris]

Technology was never really Clint’s forte. Sure, he had his super sweet quiver and bow, but he only had input on making it work. He sure as hell didn’t make it himself. It was astounding to imagine that one man could design and create so many amazing things. When he was younger, orphanage young, he once tried to build bomb because he was a stupid ass kid. Needless to say, that didn’t work. Well, it did, but it literally blew up in his face. 

He shot off a few arrows before chuckling in good nature. “Go ahead and laugh now, soon I’ll have my army of Hawkeyelings shitting all over your tech and furniture. Bird shit is a bitch, Stark, trust me.” He grinned toward Tony and it hit him just how odd this little outing, no, inning really was. He’d gone on a walk, bumped into Mr. Stark, then was invited to the most casual round of shooting he’d ever been to. It was strange and - woah there, tiger!! - he was feeling sorta happy. Damn it all, he was enjoying himself. Clint didn’t feel he enjoyed this, but he wasn’t about to say anything about that. 

“You build Fury a floor and he’d take it as a personal offer to hassle you along with each and every one of us whenever the fuck he pleases.” Clint let another arrow hit the center of the target then shot (haha) Tony a mirthful look. “Imagine it now; you’re doing whatever it is you rich jerks do, then you turn around and Fury’s right there giving you that one-eyed look he gives just watching.” He shoots another arrow and it’s obvious this sort of thing with Fury had happened to him before. “Then, before you can say anything, he’ll ‘kindly inform you’ that you’re doing something wrong. Then leave. Just leave. No other words and no time to talk back.” He chuckles again. “He’s bird-shit insane and I’m certain he just heard everything I just said.” 

[arcoverreacting]

Well at least he'd tried, right? That was all that mattered in the end. Then again, nearly everything Tony had built as a child had worked perfectly - there had only been a few mistakes, so he wouldn't really know what that was like. Still, Clint's talent was something to be admired. Really, the few times he'd caught him in action during the mission, he'd been impressed. The tech in those arrows was something else, and even if he hadn't built them himself, he knew how to use them. And that aim!

At least Clint didn't get terribly insulted. Sure it was fun to gauge people's reactions when they did, but it was something refreshing to see someone who could go along with a joke and laugh at himself. Yep, Tony could get along well with this guy, and that in itself was a refreshing feeling. However, the subject matter the conversation had gone to? Not funny. He remembered mornings where he'd woken up, gone out to the helicopter in his best suit, and seen it covered in bird shit. Those miscreants.

"Haha, real funny, Big Bird. Don't I know it. Good thing I'm never the one that has to deal with it directly, though I don't think I can say the same for you."

Honestly, they were wrecking the shooting range - Clint with his perfect aim and fancy arrows, and Tony with his repulsor beams, but it wasn't like it mattered anyway, everything was replaceable, but the experience wasn't. Tony was enjoying himself as well, though he was more open about it. He let out a laugh at Clint's comment, one that distracted him and made him miss his target.

"Maybe building Fury a floor ain't such a good idea after all! I mean, you've obviously had the guy on your ass if you're telling me all this, so! I dunno though, it's Stark Tower for a reason, I rule here, not him. Don't think I'd let him talk back to me in my own home. Then again, he isn't my boss, so I can pretty much do whatever I want!" A shrug. "What's he gonna, kick me off the Avengers? That'd only be bad for him in the end. And you know what, I hope he heard it! Hope he saw it too, or maybe he doesn't like to turn around that much, y'know? Loads of work."

[arcoverreacting]

clintoris is now following you.

[clintoris]

He should have expected a jet to come get them. He really should have, but for some reason he thought they’d walk all the way to Stark Tower. Clint smiled to himself and shook his head. “Nice jet,” He was glad to see his gear was on board. Then they were there and he gave one of those nods tools do when they appreciate something. It was a nice tower, he could appreciate the height. 

Taking a look around the range, Clint couldn’t help but wolf-whistle. Then he had to hold in another whistle because, a floor for everybody? If he knew the guy better personally, Clint would think Tony was a little lonely. Not that he couldn’t relate. “I think I could make due with the roof.” He could see it now, looking down on all of Manhattan. How many windows with scantily clad women could he peek into? “I can’t imagine Fury being very happy with that, you stealing Tasha and I away.” 

[arcoverreacting]

Of course a jet would come for them. They were a considerable distance away from the tower, and although they could've taken a car or something, one of his jets was already aboard the S.H.I.E.L.D airship, so why not? Naturally, he had the jet prepared, with Clint's gear and the like, and gave him one of those approving nods stuck up assholes do when someone compliments their shit.

Tony wasn't essentially lonely, no...no, of course not. He had everything he ever wanted, especially now that he had Pepper at his side. How could he be lonely? Then again, he only had a few real friends. The Avengers well...somehow they'd weaseled their ways past the electromagnet on his chest and into his heart. He'd never really admit it though.

The whistles made him chuckle, then again, he'd been expecting him to be impressed. He pressed a couple of sequences into a holo screen that appeared before him, and the shooting range began to prepare itself. He took aim and began to fire as he continued to talk.

"The roof? Seriously? Well, I guess I could give you your own floor and a hangout on the roof. Hawkeye's nest, just so he can raise his eggs and keep all the shiny things he finds on the streets safe. It'll be so cute." Another laugh as he continued to blast targets from his palm, impressed with Clint's aim as he joined in. "I don't really see it to be a permanent thing, more of a drop-in-whenever-you-want-to thing. Hell, if Fury's gonna get his iron laced panties in a bunch about it, I'll build him a floor too. No big deal."

[tamaraneanprincess]

Starfire spun around in the air a few times, ceasing the glowing energy in case she accidentally broke something. However, as soon as Tony began speaking again, she landed and looked up at him. “Smarts? I do not understand, what do you mean by—” Her sentence was cut off by the suitcase unfolding and becoming a metallic gold and red suit of technological armor as she watched in awe.

“That is so amazing! How do you do that? I have not seen technology like that since I left my home planet, I was not aware that Earth was capable of this!” To be honest, she didn’t understand half of his explanation, but she didn’t care. She was absolutely fascinated by the suit itself rather than what it could do. She threw herself at him in a hug that would have crushed his ribs if he had not been wearing the suit. “How wonderful! Please tell me, what metal is it made from! It is very strong! How does it work? How long did it take you to construct it?”

[arcoverreacting]

So. Incredibly. Hyperactive. Surprisingly, Tony wasn't getting annoyed by her yet. There was something unshakably cheerful about her demeanor, and it was almost infectious. Almost. Not completely. Still, Tony loved it when people were impressed by him in a good way. Most of the time, it was in a bad way, with some sort of negative connotation tagged onto the actions he thought were just fine to carry out. The girl's powers had been impressive, but of course Tony Stark thought himself better.

"By smarts," he lifted back the mask on the suit, looking down at the girl through own eyes.

"I mean that you had be one damn intelligent person to build this. A genius, really, and that's what you've got in me. I built and designed this suit with the help of a friend. Well, the first one anyway. This one's nearly all me. Earth is capable when its people are--" He stumbled a bit when the girl suddenly wrapped her arms around him. "Okay no," he said with a bit of a chuckle as he peeled her off (harder said than done) and set her back down on the ground. "No one touches the suit but me, alright? Anyway, it's made from an incredibly strong, durable metal, can't really tell you more. It's all run by computers and it took a while, but not that long, really."

[tamaraneanprincess]

Starfire jumped up and down a bit, excited that this new person seemed to like her. Making friends was her absolute favorite thing! Of course, she considered everyone who didn’t hate her a friend, so it wasn’t that hard to make them.

“I do not understand what this “Stark tech” you speak of, but I would be glad to give you a demonstration of what I can do if you can do the same!” As soon as her words ended, Starfire lifted her self into the air, eyes and hands glowing bright green and a huge smile on her face. “I am able to project energy from my hands and eyes, but I do not wish to damage anything. I am also much stronger than humans. I do not mean to offend, but humans are rather weak…”

[arcoverreacting]

Sweet lord, she was hyperactive, but then again, most kids were. He'd been a bit of a rambunctious young boy himself, when he wasn't busy building something amazing, or graduating MIT at an early age. You know, kid stuff. He could hardly imagine being friends with a young girl, probably bad for the image, with his reputation, but hey, a conversation wasn't bad.

He watched as the girls flew a couple of feet in the air, her eyes glowing, and listened to her explanation. So her powers were actually hers. Nothing to be jealous of, he hadn't been born with his. He'd created them. In his eyes, that was more credible. Tony gave off a low, almost sinister chuckle as he lowered the suitcase he carried onto the ground. 

"No, I agree with you there. But what some of us humans got is smarts. That's how I built this. Another grin as he gave off a voice command. "Jarvis, initiate suitcase." Initiating Mark V, sir, came a voice into his headset as the suitcase at his feet began to transform, one of the suits he was famous for taking shape on his body.

"This one's the Mark V. Portable. Got a slew of them back at the tower, but this one's easiest to carry around. It projects a sort of energy too, a repulsor beam, from the palms and chest, pretty cool, right?"

[arcoverreacting]

clintoris is now following you.

[clintoris]

Clint, unfortunately, worked for S.H.I.E.L.D. It was more than being part of a team of super-humans kicking ass and taking names, because he was on S.H.I.E.L.D.S. payroll. He didn’t listen, and his pay was docked. It’s happened before, Clint doesn’t want it to happen again. The last time he couldn’t afford the premium earthworms. Ha Ha.

“Do something?” He sounded incredulous. Iron Man was asking him if he wanted to do something. Him, a S.H.I.E.L.D. agent, the same agent who had originally been a threat. Well, Tony was never known for making good decisions. Clint read his file. 

But, hey, a shooting range! The one at headquarters had gotten boring and predictable, fresh shooting ranges were like candy to the archer. Plus, a chance to see the tower when the world wasn’t under attack would be cool too. “Sure. Not like I’m doing anything anyways.”

[arcoverreacting]

Seeing as Tony did not work for S.H.I.E.L.D and was in fact, his own boss, he had his own payroll - aka all the money he wanted and more, and could basically do whatever he wanted. Whatever he wanted these days did constitute of kicking ass and taking names, so really, Tony was living the high life. What a shame it was to be one of the common people. Boo hoo.

Tony was certainly reckless, but the thought had occurred to him briefly. Some part of him said, whoa, back up there, Stark. This guy went all crazy on you and your team, remember? Under control by Asgard's Next Top Model? But of course, he'd ignored it. After all, Fury had let him back on the team, and that was good enough for him.

"Sweet," Tony said with a grin, itching to get the suit on already. He called one of his jets and within an hour, they were at Stark Tower's shooting range, located in one of the sub floors of the building. Tony already had the suit on, ready to go, but waiting as the system ran quick diagnostics.

"I've been working on some new additions to the building, you know. I think I could be gracious enough to add a subtitle. Stark Tower, now with Avengers. Something like that, but more catchy. A floor for each of you - top floor's reserved for me though, we'll have to move your nest somewhere else."

[tamaraneanprincess]

“How pleasurable it is to meet you, Tony!” Starfire clapped her hands together and smiled. “I was not born with the name Starfire. My true name is Koriand’r, but all of my friends call me Starfire. I suppose it is easier to remember!”

“I have come to the conclusion that you also fight against evil! Tell me, friend, do you have any powers? What do you do? This ‘Iron Man’ sounds so fascinating!”

[arcoverreacting]

Coriander? Wasn't that like, a spice or something? What the hell did he know, he didn't do much cooking, really. He was good at computer engineering, not choosing which spice made your steak taste good and which made you wanna throw up and never eat again. Whatever, the girl was clearly younger, and from what she'd said, some sort of hero as well. At least he assumed that, she seemed too innocent to be bad.

"Starfire is definitely easier to remember than that other thing. You're not from around here, are you? Anyhow, yeah, you'd be right about that. Well actually, Iron Man's a suit, loaded up with every Stark tech you can imagine. It's pretty great, I could give you an example--" Curiosity got the best of him. "--if you'll give me one too."

[arcoverreacting]

clintoris is now following you.

[clintoris]

“Oh,” So, he was caught.

There was a time, once, when Clint could go on a walk without having to worry about really rich people, or really powerful people, finding him and striking up conversation. He enjoyed those days. Not that he didn’t like chatting it up with the common and not-so common folk, but he was more of an observer when it came down to it. 

He raised his brow and smirked a bit. “If I stay in my nest too long, Fury’d try to get me to pay rent. You know how he is.” Meaning to say, Fury was getting annoyed with the whole ‘avoid everybody’ thing and told him to ‘get the fuck out there and get to know your team’.

[arcoverreacting]

Of course he was caught. The man was stealthy when he needed to be, but seeing as he was never really around, to see him was well, something that would certainly be pointed out.

Tony snorted and rolled his eyes at the mention of Fury. That man had been on all their cases throughout the last mission, and although he was constantly being reminded by many, like Agent Hill and Natasha that this was because he was director of S.H.I.E.L.D and in turn, their boss, Tony hadn't really felt it was that important to listen or abide by what he said. But then again, following wasn't his thing.

"Wouldn't put it past him. Does he charge you for the earthworm dinners too? But really, it's good to see you around! Hey, maybe we can do something." He was incredibly bored, and well, the Avengers had left quite an impression on him. It was better in his eyes to get to know them all well. Maybe someday he could call them not just teammates, but friends.

"Got a great shooting range at Stark Tower, if you're up to it. Which I know you are, don't try and deny it."

[dicksbootyrockineverywhere-blog]

Grayson just continues to smile without a care in the world.  ”Oh~ So you are like the big man on campus then?  Mr Popular?”  A tilt of his head and he continues to speak.  ”Well then I would be honored if you were to ever crash a party of mine~ Though I don’t think you would enjoy it.  Too many rich snobby people around~”  

Well..not anymore…buuuut back in the dayyyy….

“Well unless you like that sort of thing—But you don’t really seem like it.  You look like…”  He looks at Tony for a couple more seconds. “Someone who likes to party and possibly get drunk or just have a good time~”  The teen quirks an eyebrow.

“I do prefer people calling me Grayson—Especially if they can’t handle saying my name without giggling like a schoolgirl~ Or making gay jokes about it.  But I actually don’t really know what is around here.  Just got here myself.” He shrugs his shoulders a bit.  ”I’m sure someone like you would be able to spot something exciting and fun a mile away~”  

[arcoverreacting]

"Big man on campus? Yeah, I guess you could put it that way. More like big man in this world, but we don't really have to get technical about it. Definitely Mr. Popular, and I'd remember that if I were you, kid."

Tony chuckled. The kid was right, of course. The parties - though one could hardly call them that, usually they were charity benefits or conferences - that Pepper forced him to go to were the ones full of rich, stuffy people. Those were the parties he preferred to dip into quickly, shake a couple of hands, snag some free drinks, and then ollie the hell out of there. The parties he threw however? Those were a different story entirely. 

"You'd be right about that. And believe me, Tony Stark knows how to throw one hell of a party." Was he saying his name too much? Was that really a problem? "You must've had a great time in high school with that name." A raised eyebrow. "Assuming you're out of high school."

"Definitely. If anything's up, Jarvis--" He tapped the little bluetooth headset he wore. "--will let me know. He hacks into the police radios. Really he's not supposed to, or rather I'm not supposed to be, but who cares."

Fuck the police, Tony Stark was his own police.