Tin Man

Genius, Billionaire, Playboy, Philanthrobot written by zayn

[purrsuaded-blog]

         &&. — THE FLYING PROJECTILE HAD RUSHED PAST HER ONLY MOMENTS AGO as she made her way down the sidewalk, but it was the crash she heard and the upset of another person or two that had her attention – maybe the boot itself should have, but she didn’t care. It wasn’t long before she reached the scene of the crime and saw the reason why it happened. Tony Stark. Iron Man – she’d seen him on the news. Kind of hard to forget the superhero who actually outted himself and was proud of it. Another genius, billionaire playboy philanthropist, naturally that was something for her to have her eye on. 

Gentle laughter passed her lips as he defended himself and she watched the scene unfold, maybe she should have helped, but that wasn’t her style. It was amusing, however, to see all of the all out. She’d put in her two cents later.

[philanthrobots-blog]

Upset civilians were hardly an oddity to him. His eyes flickered to the woman as she approached, at first expecting her to be someone else to criticize him over the incident. But when she kept quiet, and some man started to argue his defense, his attention was quickly pulled away again. 

“No, look, I— really, I promise, it was an accident, no one — hey! Look here, no pictures.” He waved away a nearby woman who had drawn her phone, hoping to catch a snapshot of the damage. “The situation is under control. Move on.” Maybe he was a little bit amazed when they listened. But hey. They did, so it was fine, and his attention was directed back to the woman who had approached. 

“What? See something you like? Everything’s taken care of here.”

[cvalenti]

“A pot hole.” Clint paused, then he started to laugh about it. That was why he was there, to have a good laugh about the whole situation. Once he was done laughing, he simply grinned at Tony. “You might wanna go fetch the boot.”

[philanthrobots-blog]

The laugh had Tony smiling, just a bit. And the comment had said smile widening into a cocky grin. "What? You think that thing's still in one piece? I'm flattered. My tech might be durable, Barton, but I wouldn't put that much faith in the thing. It went for quite the flight before it landed."

[lethxlscngbird]

Wonderwoman hadn’t been far overhead when the crash happened, hovering a moment overheard assessing the situation before landing near the crash just in time to hear Stark’s comment to the gathering crowd. “That defense is faulty at best, Mr. Stark. How did this happen?”

[philanthrobots-blog]

Perfect. Tony let out a sharp sigh as the woman descended upon the scene, hands landing on his hips. “What happened is that one of my suits malfunctioned. And if you couldn’t tell, it had a bit of a rough landing.” He waved a hand in dismissal, waving off the pedestrians. “No one’s hurt. It’s fine. It’s under control.”

[deadpoolmakesyoudeadinapool]

“You do know how to grease some gears, baby,” Wade notes, before gesturing, “I could shoot out those traffic cameras if you want to play innocent.”

[philanthrobots-blog]

“What can I say, it’s one of my specialties.” He certainly wasn’t going to take down the little praise he was getting at the moment. “No, I’m not playing the innocence card. If anything, I think I’d have a harder time winning them over if I tried to cover this up.”

[deadpoolmakesyoudeadinapool]

“I don’t know that the city planning council will appreciate it quite as much as I do,” Wade chuckles, “I suppose you could probably reason with them.”

[philanthrobots-blog]

“Ah, I’m not all that worried about the city council,” he admitted, glancing over and grinning down at the wreckage he caused. “Shouldn’t be too hard to get them to work in my favor.”

[shostakova]

had she not just been thinking about how immaculate the streets had been? how there were probably divisions of police for this city just for the upkeep alone and there - there he was, in all of his chrome glory and tony stark decided that … natalia rolled her eyes to the side and wiped some of the ash that made it’s way from the smoke up onto the side of her face.

“could have been worse,” an over acted attempt at coughing through the rest of the steam in the air, “it could be a repeat of that time one of the interns got hold of one of the rocket packs - right into the dressing room at macy’s.”

[philanthrobots-blog]

A brief laugh escaped him at the mention, and he waved away some of the smoke— dust? Whatever it could be considered, it wasn’t nice.— nodding. “I do have to say, that was quite an interesting evening. I wouldn’t exactly say that I have regrets.” Not particularly true. Still, he got a kick out of it. “Scared the shit out of the people inside, that’s for sure.”

[mxckingbxbbi-blog]

“And in mine, you could be a lot more careful. What if I was a five year old child, hmm?”

[philanthrobots-blog]

“You’d probably be a critically injured five year old, if I had to guess. If you were a five year old child and a few more inches to the left, you’d be a dead five year old.” He raised a brow, challenging, waiting for her to say more. “Do you not think I’ve heard the guilt trip a million times? Because I have. Doesn’t work.”

[runxjessexrun-deactivated201612]

Cassie had heard the commotion from a few blocks away, enough that she assumed that it was an attack.  She flew down only to catch sight of the one and only Tony Stark.  “What are you doing?” She asked curiously landing on the ground and kneeling over for her hands to trail the dent in the concrete.

[philanthrobots-blog]

Ah. Fantastic. He was absolutely hoping for someone to come by an investigate. It was only one of the problems he had with so many heroes in one place. Didn’t leave a guy to clean up his own mess. “Well, I was testing something. Now I’m standing here and explaining myself.” He wandered a few paces closer, glancing down into the hole, leaning over to fish out a potentially salvageable part. “Don’t worry, no evil doing here.”

[shostakova]

Natalia made a face, a loud groan - not unlike someone being caught as they were sneaking back inside from staying out too late on a weeknight. She sighed through her teeth with a-very-pretended-to-be-forced kind of smile before it had made way for an actual one, “I’m not speaking to you on the grounds of you have a private jet and you know my ears pop and disorient me when I travel and still you refuse to let me use the jet without more than two people.”  Giving him bit of a shrug, “also,” a slight pause for drama, “phrasing, Tony. Phrasing.” 

[philanthrobots-blog]

That forced smile was mirrored as it was sent in his direction. But like hers, it was gone quickly. All in good spirits. “Aw, come on. Don’t be like that.” Maybe he was faking a bit a pout. Maybe. “I still wouldn’t be surprised if you decided to take the jet to go on a joy ride even with two people there. Can’t have that, I’d be in deep with the air marshal, I’m sure.” He leaned over, just a pit, peering down at the little creature on her screen. “Seriously, though, what’s the hold up? You should even be able to catch something in the three hundred CP rage with a regular ball and the right timing.”

[deadpoolmakesyoudeadinapool]

Wade looks on, a brow raised at the damage. This was Iron Man, right? Wade is already applauding before he realises what he was doing. Chuckling at his excuse, Wade turns his head, “Also, to be fair, you really couldn’t have killed me. But, I appreciate being spared the owie.”

[philanthrobots-blog]

Well, the sound of applause certainly wasn’t expected. Tony’s brows raised a little more, his head cocking to the side. Definitely realized who it was, and had absolutely heard that he wasn’t quite killable. “Right— Yeah. Yeah. You’re welcome. Looking at the bright side of things.”

[philanthrobots-blog]

It wasn’t like it was intentional. How could a mistake that now involved a very respectably sized pot hole in the middle of a Metropolis side-walk be intentional? Especially with everything going on, all of the murmurs that the supers were the ones causing the problems. No, it’s not like Tony meant to launch the boot of an Iron Man suit into the street. But things happen. Maybe he was being a little careless, but it wasn’t like he intended for it to happen. 

So, here he was, stepping out onto the street, raising a brow in the direction of the startled onlooker. 

“In my defense, you could have just not been standing right there.”

[flcshs]

“okay, it’s not skyrim. what do i look like to you. i play wow, tony. the only game worth spending massive amounts of time on. and i’m concerned about lolly-gagging, and i am someone, soooo…transitive property.”

[philanthrobots-blog]

“Skyrim, WoW, they all have the same effect, okay? Whatever it is, you’re worrying too much about lolly-gagging! Just chill for a second, kid. It’s seriously not like we’re gonna miss any huge villainous event. You can only miss so many of those.”

[shostakova]

there were 33 days until halloween, which was fine - it would have been perfectly lovely, actually, were it not for the climate of the country that natalia found herself in, well, the country, the state, city, the county, hell the street probably that great, the more that she looked it over.  the gleaming sidewalks, seemingly pot-hole-less streets, even the trees looked like they knew better than to lose a leaf before the autumn actually started. ..and that was a little unsettling. truth be told, tasha didn’t really like the whole olive branch hand shake thing as much as she tried to put forth that she did. it served it’s purpose, but all the pomp and circumstance left her skin itchy.  while it wasn’t out of the realm of possibilities for her to tag along to keep track of somebody when there had been a press function in new york or dc, this was just… it was different. there were people better suited for this kind of thing - generally with names that started with a and ended with k.

but this evening, the street, distrustful of it as she was, seemed quiet enough for her to enjoy her coffee while she wandered around corners, watching people from behind the guise of pokemon go.  well, sort of the guise. she wanted somebody to believe that, anyway. “no, no no, i h a v e you, you stay in that fucking ball you littl–” groaning loudly just as she’d slumped against a street lamp, “stupid kadabra…”

[philanthrobots-blog]

The nearly flawless streets of Metropolis had gotten boring. Quickly. That was the easiest way to put it. And if he weren’t told to hang around due to the little... incident at the event, Tony would have been long gone and on his way back to New York by then.  But here he was. Wandering said flawless, quiet streets, nose to his phone, hood drawn over his head. And he was absolutely playing Pokemon. He only glanced up when he heard the irritated muttering from the other side of the street, and naturally, once he caught on to who the one was mumbling, he padded across the empty road. “Sounds like you need to work on leveling. Do you even have great balls yet? Come on, what are you doing with your time?”

[flcshs]

“hey, listen, now that we’re all in metropolis, it’s getting kind of crowded. so i took the liberty of drawing us all up patrolling quadrants. you’re welcome. and you’re kind of in my quadrant. my quad, if you will. and there is no lolly-gagging, tom-foolery, or ne’er do wells allowed in my quad, buddy. also, byob and if you break it you buy it.”

[philanthrobots-blog]

“Look, champ, I couldn’t agree with you more, there’re way too many of us here. But my suggestion, maybe lay back on that one game when you’re off duty— Skyrim? No one’s ever concerned about lolly-gagging anymore.”

[brainwashedraccoon]