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Make A Statement || Rhodey & Angelica
angie-jones-firestar:
Angie nodded. “One of the things I’ve always admired about the military is that they’re willing to overlook a lot if you’re good. Generally, people would rather the person they’re fighting with to be competent.” Didn’t make her trust the Military Industrial Complex any more, but she recognized that it was in a lot of ways a safer place for some of her students. The military tended to protect their own against outside attacks, wherever they might be coming from.
She couldn’t help that she wanted all of her kids to go into nice safe jobs. But there really weren’t any jobs that guaranteed protection from the nastiness of the world. And if the military made them better at protecting themselves, she would support it. Also James Rhodes was cool. But mostly the other stuff.
“They do.” She smiled at him, happy that he understood. “They deserve a lot more than we can give them, most of the time. But we try.”
She wanted them to have heroes, to see that people didn’t have to be mutants to be heroes. She didn’t want to shut them away from humanity and convince them that all humans hated them. She wasn’t Erik or Mystique. She wanted them to understand that other people were in their corner, that their lives didn’t have to be mutant lives, that they could be like anyone else, if they wanted to. She wanted so many things for them, often contradictory, usually very different from what they wanted.
“We have a couple from military families. A few more who’re interested because they want to blow shit up. They’re young, what can I say? One or two who could probably be officers if they decided to go that way, they have that command thing.” She opened the door and waved him in. “They’ll probably all wanna talk to you though. Even if they’re more likely to want to be an Avenger than a flyboy.”
“I can’t promise them anything about being an Avenger,” Rhodey said, grinning, “but I’m ready to answer any and all questions to the best that I can.”
And, if Rhodey was being honest, that was the part he liked best. He liked curious minds, he liked intelligence and kids who wanted to puzzle things out for themselves. He liked seeing those traits in the adults who worked for him as well, and he would tolerate any well-thought out question from his airmen, so long as it was at an appropriate time or appropriate to the task at hand. It didn’t matter who the asker was, and Rhodey had found that having those conversations challenged him and pulled even more respect from those under him. As did having the open door policy.
As she opened the door, he straightened his tie, and he adopted a interested, positive expression for the kids.
They expressed some disappointment that he hadn’t brought his suit in with him – Rhodey hadn’t wanted to ruin the school’s... everything – but it turned to cheers when their teacher said they could go out to see the suit at the end of the session. Rhodey presented some of the history of aerial fighting and the Air Force, including a section on the Tuskegee Airmen, and then went into a short segment of what a modern member of the Air Force could be expected to do, and what opportunities were available. Rhodey could see three interested, two boys and a girl, and he invited anyone who wanted to learn more to call him or email him – and then gave out his personal email and phone number.
After that was questions, and there were a lot of deep ones. Questions about mutants in the military, and violence against mutants, and about his experiences as an Avenger (especially the battles he had been in), and what he thought about registration.
At that one, the whole room went silent.
“I believe that we – and by that, I mean adult superheroes who respond to threats – should have a way to be found in an emergency. I believe that that should be voluntary and not permanent, so that in the case someones wants or needs to not be called on in case of that emergency, they aren’t, and they aren’t dragged through the public sphere for not being there. I believe that the same precautions that are taken to protect the information of our spies should also be taken to protect those who volunteer that information, and that there should be legal protections for anyone who registers and volunteers to risk their life in such a way, even if it gets messy. On the other hand, there should also be a way to prosecute those who use their abilities to endanger others, and we need to update our penal codes to reflect that, but our penal codes have needed updating for decades – this is nothing new.”
Rhodey took a pause.
“Please remember that what I have laid out is a voluntary system meant for adults who choose it. It is not meant to be publicly available, it is not meant to be mandatory, it is not meant to apply to minors, and it is never, never meant to apply as a blanket over an entire group of people, any people. And it absolutely shouldn’t be implemented until we can make sure that such an idea is not used to harm those it was meant to protect.”
The teacher clapped her hands after a few seconds, and then spoke up.
“That’s it for questions. Now, who wants to go outside and see Colonel Rhodes’ suit?”
“You wanna do this whole lone gunslinger act and it’s unnecessary, you don’t have to do this alone”
Rhodey + text posts (original Claire post)
What is your biggest regret? Your greatest achievement?
Biggest regret:
Rhodey regrets how low he let Tony spiral before Afghanistan, and how he couldn’t actually find Tony until Tony escaped. He spent days, weeks, months pouring over every scrap of intelligence, and even now he still feels there were things he could have and should have done differently.
Greatest achievement:
It’s changed a bit over the years. Rhodey spent a lot of time as a test pilot, and once he was up with a group of his men when the electrical panel in the plane -- which wasn’t what was being tested, but was damaged accidentally during the installation of the new parts -- completely cut out on him. He successfully guided the plane down without breaking it, and got everyone to the ground safely. That used to be the thing he was proudest of: the application of skill and intensive training as well as calm under pressure.
In recent years, though, that’s been changed. Saving the President’s life is kind of a big deal.
What's the most thoughtful present you've ever received?
A friend of mine saw that I was damn near killing myself trying to advance rank early. He pulled a stunt (and a couple of strings) and got me some downtime to collect myself and my thoughts. Probably saved me from going off the rails at a bad time in my career, honestly.
Make A Statement || Rhodey & Angelica
angie-jones-firestar:
Angie laughed. “Well, if I see them, I’ll be sure to remind them. Just in case.” They had a habit of coming and going around the mansion lately. With all these new regulations, it was becoming more and more normal. Angie wasn’t sure if she liked it or not. The kids should at least have the option of feeling normal.
Angie beamed at the compliments about her students. She was as proud of them as if they were her kids. Prouder than their own parents, in several cases. “I’m not sure any of them are gonna run out and sign up to work for the government, at the moment anyway. But the military can be - more accommodating for people if they’re useful.”
She led him up the steps back towards the house, pressing a little power ahead of them to melt any ice patches. “As well as can be expected. A lot of the kids are home with their families, or visiting friends. It makes it harder to keep track of them, but we want them to have as - comfortable a holiday as possible.” She shrugged. “It’s always a balancing act. Freedom vs. security. I want them to learn that they don’t have to sacrifice one for the other.”
“To be fair, that was how people like me got accepted into the military,” Rhodey said, remembering his first rough, rocky years in the ranks. “The top brass bent to social pressure to remove some barriers, and then a couple of stars started working their way to the top. Helped to have them around by the time I got there, but I still had a lot of work to do on my own.”
And yes, he knew that some of the kids would de facto have very real, very visceral reactions to the idea of working for a government that hated them so, and yes, Rhodey absolutely understood that. Every time he saw a 12-year-old kid splashed on the news, and then a few weeks later, heard the decision to not press charges against the cop who shot them down, he understood that.
But he also knew that some kids had had dreams and ambitions before puberty, and that even if all of the kids here decided they’d rather not be a part of the Air Force -- or any branch of the Armed Forces -- he had to make the effort. He had to show up, and show that they could have a place under him. Under his command.
“They’re kids,” Rhodey commented simply. “They deserve a chance to have a good holiday, whatever that means for them.”
He knew that for some, the holidays were still going on, but having a smaller crowd meant that this would be sort of a test session. If today went well, he could come back in the future, build a relationship with these kids. Today was a political message, yes, but that didn’t invalidate the fact that these were real kids who needed someone to invest in their futures. And Rhodey knew a lot of people. If the kids didn’t want to work for him, well, maybe he knew someone they did want to work for.
“Any kids who have been or are especially military-inclined? Or want to become pilots?” Rhodey asked. As their teacher, she would know best.
Make A Statement || Rhodey & Angelica
angie-jones-firestar:
Angie had already arranged visits to the many universities and colleges in the area to help the students do career planning, and had arranged for all sorts of visits back in New York City. This one was special though. She’d reached out to the Avengers to inquire if they might send someone down to give the kids a talk about what it would be like to work for Stark Industries, or SHIELD, or even be part of the Air Force. Okay, she’d wanted James Rhodes to come, but she hadn’t wanted to just come out and say that. He was, in her opinion, cooler than Tony Stark any day of the week. Not that she’d ever let Tony find that out.
She stood on the lawn, in the snow, waiting. She could have flown up to meet him, but figured it was polite to stay on the ground. Plus, flying tended to melt the snow and just make a ton of mud. To be fair, so did he when he landed. She supposed he hadn’t been expecting there to be snow. Storm had thought the kids would like it, which they had. There were elaborate looking ice and snow sculptures across the lawn and evidence of a snow ball fight that looked more like a battle had taken place.
He landed, and she waved, feeling a little silly, before walking over. “Hey! I’m Angie! Or Ms. Jones, both are fine. Probably Ms. Jones in front of the kids, but half of them call me Angie anyway, so it’s probably too late for me to be respectable.” She mentally reminded herself not to be an idiot and offered him her hand. “Welcome to the mansion. We really appreciate you coming.”
The snow surprised him, but then again, while his formal uniform wasn’t the same as his temperature and climate controlled suit, it did provide some decent measure of protection from the elements. He took her hand as she introduced herself, and grinned.
“I get it,” he said. “Properly, I’m Colonel James Rhodes, but if I don’t introduce myself first Tony tells everyone my first name is Rhodey -- to the point where that’s all the Avengers know me by... you know, now I’m not actually sure they know my first name.”
And that was going to bug him until he got home. Ah well.
“It’s good to be here,” Rhodey said honestly. “Honestly, your kids have some of the best minds in the nation, from what I’ve seen. If any of these kids show interest in serving with the Air Force -- or any of the other Armed Forces, sure -- I’d be glad to talk to them.”
Beyond that, he had a bit of an interest in talking to some of the more air-based mutants here. He’d flown most of his life, but the last few years had gotten him a lot more acquainted with personal flying, with it just being him and the suit that was holding him up. It would be different for them, of course, but he still wanted to see if there were any similarities, and see if they’d run into any problems when it was just them up there.
“How’s the school been?” he asked, trying to keep a polite, neutral (if interested) tone. He knew in the climate they were in, it couldn’t be easy.
unleash-the-falcon:
Can’t here you, Rhodes, I’m too busy decking the halls.
Uh huh. You can take those decks and halls and file them somewhere else until the 24th.
Originally posted by singfromthehair
Make A Statement || Rhodey & Angelica
There was a very high likelihood that Rhodey was going to get in at least a little bit of trouble over this.
Then again, Tony had been one of his best friends since college. In a case like this? The trouble would be worth it.
So Rhodey looked himself over in the mirror, made sure that not a line was out of place or sloppy, and then got into the Iron Patriot and flew to Xavier’s school.
They were having a career day, as he understood it, and he’d been asked to show up and represent the Air Force. Normally, that was well below his paygrade -- it would be a duty best handed off to the local recruiter, who would want to form relationships with anyone who wanted to join up -- but considering who asked, Rhodey felt confidant in going.
It was going to mark him as a rogue element.
Rhodey snorted. Everyone in the chain of command knew for all of Rhodey’s love and respect for the Armed Forces, he was Tony’s friend, and thus something of a rogue element.
So Rhodey made a landing on the school’s front lawn, checking his surroundings before opening the suit. He had to check in with a teacher -- Ms. Jones? -- and then it was time to meet the kids.
It’s officially time for Non-Stop Christmas Music. Hope y’all are ready.
Airman, as your former CO, no.
natasha-bw-romanoff:
While we’re at it, let’s bring Sam along.
Excited for these plans, “Sleeping Her Way Through the Avengers”
Invitation’s more than extended. Almost wanted to break a few heads for what they’ve been saying about him since he took this gig.
More than ready, “Not a real avenger”
Originally posted by fuckyeahtonystark
The Lesser of Two Evils || Rhodey & Tony
tonyshellheadstark:
“Do me a favor, will you, and don’t mention the bill for the next hour?” Tony watched the paper airplane soar past Rhodey’s head and hit the wall behind him. The nose bent in and it fell to the floor–not too shabby for something made out of mostly wet, mostly wrinkled recycled paper, but the design could be improved. “There’s a 67.8% chance I’ll be in jail by the end of the month, and frankly, I’m not over the moon about those odds. So let’s just…pretend the world is alright.” He looked at Rhodey, and suddenly the cocky, joking attitude he’d been going for–the one he was always going for–seemed to drift away, replaced with genuine concern and a dying hope.
Rhodey had always been there for Tony, always been right by his side, even when things had gotten bad–even when they’d gotten really bad–and so they’d been down this road before: the news got a hold of something in Tony’s past and ran wild with it. Just usually, he’d handed them the ammo on a silver platter. For the very first time–and Tony hoped the last time–he’d done nothing wrong, and he was still going under for it. He’d been lucky enough to keep his friends through all the wrong he’d done–but would he be able to keep them through the right?
“Do you really?” Tony asked, leaning forward over the couch and raised an eyebrow in Rhodey’s direction. The skepticism dropped from his expression almost as quickly as it had come. “Yeah, I’m sure you do.” If anyone cared about recycling and good earth policies as much as Tony did, it’d be Rhodey–if only because he’d been hearing Tony rant about it for most of his life, and knew what he’d say (and how much of a hard time he’d give him) if he didn’t. Tony flopped back onto the couch, throwing his legs over the armrest and crossed them at the ankle while he folded his hands behind his head. “Cliche, yes. But incredible? Absolutely,” Tony conceded. “The classics are classics for a reason. Let us not forget the miracles of our forefathers, and etc. etc. But Amazon is a cheap trick. The company of the past. They’re a fad. I want to change the world, not just bill it at a shipping and handling of $3.99.”
So what if they were a “fad” that had been going on for over a decade now,Tony stood by his assessment. Drones were so last month. “Tell me you haven’t been spending all this time in this place alone,” he added, picking up a pillow off the couch and turning it over just to make sure it didn’t have any motivational messages–like ‘hang in there, Champ!–sewed in or embroidered anywhere. “Did you ever call that girl from accounting I introduced you to? She liked you, you know. Wouldn’t stop going on and on about your ‘dreamy eyes’.”
“I’m not letting you go to jail. They put you in there, they gotta put me too.”
The words were out of Rhodey’s mouth before he even fully realized what he was saying, but he knew he meant it. He knew there had been a few times, especially before Tony had gotten sober, that Rhodey had walked a thin line between success and court-martial, and for his best friend, Rhodey had always been willing to walk that line.
In fact, for Tony, he was willing to cross it.
Tony was a mystery wrapped in an enigma and encased in a riddle sometimes. He had developed a remarkable skill for misdirection, a way of bullshitting people so that they saw what he wanted them to see. It was incredibly effective against most, and the only reason Rhodey was immune was because he’d been around Tony before he’d developed that particular skill. He knew, better than almost anyone, what Tony’s poker face looked like, and what it was hiding. He knew what it looked like when Tony was hiding something, or when the man himself was hiding because the reality was overwhelming.
Which was what was happening here.
Then again, considering what was going on, Rhodey would let him hide. This place, Rhodey’s apartment, could be a safe place.
“I never did tell you, did I?” Rhodey realized, letting the topic change. “While I was in Washington, I set up contracts and policies so that the whole Air Force is recycling. Everything we can. We struck a great deal, so that it’s actually cheaper for us, and I’ve already gotten reports that the neighbors and the countries we’re in are happier as a result. All of the recycling is done with the locals, so it supports the communities, but we process it first to make sure everything’s sorted right before it goes to them. It’s on the chore roster now, and that means it’s a part of inspections, to make sure it’s being done right.”
It was a quiet way for him to help. If it was going to be picked up by anyone, it would likely be the Stars and Stripes, the newspaper of the Armed Forces, or a few fringe websites dedicated to the Armed Forces.
“You change the world six times before breakfast. And yeah, I did. We had a date, but I dunno... there just wasn’t a spark. She was nice enough, but neither of us were really pushing for a second date.”
sgtbarnesthesoldier:
It’s nice to know that someone agrees with me. At least this time I can actually talk about it.
Originally posted by itironman
I’m not sure how much we agree on registration, but locking people away because of something they can’t control has never flown with me -- so to speak.
captmarveldanvers:
Oh, you tease. And don’t worry, you’ll be the first she calls.
Good.
Originally posted by natashastark
Make sure she calls me if she does any flying any time soon. I’m starting to get antsy here in the city.