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[ closed starter // @prcdigy ]

when it came to fundraisers, bruce was torn on how he felt about them. half the time they felt like a chore, part of his job that he could rarely avoid. the other part liked them, getting to put on the playboy bruce wayne façade and being extremely loose with his wallet- for a good cause of course. normally there was some super model on his arm, but since he’d started dating natasha she’d been his date… tonight though he was alone since she wasn’t able to join him. as he sipped at his drink, bruce looked around the room before his eyes landed on stark. “stark.” he smiled after he walked over to the other billionaire “it’s been a while.”

prcdigy

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you’d think coming back from the dead would get you out of charity functions for a few weeks -- a golden ticket, get out of jail free, pass go immediately type shtick -- yet here he is only a few weeks later in a monkey suit with a glass of champagne in hand. he doesn’t mind the champagne, or the schmoozing ( he has getting in and out of conversations down to a science ), but it’s the ass-kissing that really grinds his gears. he’s already made a donation and thrown some money at a couple of the silent auction items.. he’s done his part. now, in all honesty, he just wants to be left alone for a few minutes so he can stuff his face with crab cakes, so when someone comes up beside him he’s about to tell them to get lost until he sees who it is. up until recently, bruce hasn’t been much more than an annoyance in tony’s world; wayne enterprises and stark industries are always fighting each other for the top slots in the market, or other contracts. it’s their thing. trade a few snide comments, drink some champagne -- rinse and repeat. except now, bruce’s dating natasha... which is infinitely more interesting than his stock trades. “ wayne. ” he greets, words murmured from around a crab cake. “ hope you didn’t miss me too much when i was... indisposed. ”

#interactions.#bruce.#no gifs bc this computer sucks

HARDY, F

@thephoenixstart

“ Oh don’t you dare throw that on me. i swear to god i’ll-” Felicia was cut off as a splash of paint was thrown her way.

Her ice-white hair was covered in red paint and her left cheek was too. she was left fuming for a few seconds before getting the idea to retaliate.

With a shit-eating grin on her face, she picked up a paintbrush of her own that was covered in yellow paint and flung towards the other.

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wrong place at the wrong time. that’s the only words you could use to describe what was about to transpire. tony had just come out of the building, slipping his glasses on and instructing J.A.R.V.I.S to have his driver bring the car around, when he sees the paint brush get flung. it’s a knee-jerk reaction that sees him slamming his hand into his chest, freezing when he remembers the nanotech suit isn’t with him. instead of the suit covering him, protecting him from the onslaught, a streak of yellow paint splashes the front of his three piece suit instead of its intended recipient. he’s stunned speechless for a moment, fingers moving to touch the paint slowly; like he’s expecting it to burn his skin like acid, or transform him into some magical version of big bird. ( he’s seen enough magic firsthand to know he doesn’t like it. he doesn’t rule anything out these days. ) “ you... ” he trails in, sucking a breath, before directing his question to J.A.R.V.I.S instead. “ jarvis, why are they throwing paint out here on the sidewalk ? what’s — why. ” the bot starts to answer, a clipped “ sir, i really couldn’t say—” answering his question, but tony’s already looking back over at felicia. “ NEVERMIND. let’s phone a friend. you. ” he points. “ what. are. you. doing. ”

#interactions.#felicia.

WATSON, MJ

@prcdigy despite her collection of odd-jobs in highschool and in college, mary jane had never been a personal assistant before. despite that, mary jane felt that she was totally rocking it. maybe it was the $40 an hour motivating her, but she had managed to get all of her tasks done in a super timely manner (mostly in thanks to living in the city for more than half her life) and found her days felt productive and absolutely flew by. she would be the first one to admit that she was horribly sad that her broadway career was experiencing a bit of a try spell, but she knew she had to just keep at auditions and one would be the right one for her. until then, she was more than happy to be tony stark’s errand girl if it meant she got to look fine as hell in business wear and seriously pad her savings account. she had rapped her knuckles on the office door, hesitating for only a moment before leaning down to partially open the door, fulling opening the rest of the way with her foot. hands full with a takeaway bag and a drink caddy, she moved to carefully place both on his desk. “alright, so, lunch and coffee. there’s two lattes because they screwed up the first one and well, free coffee and you’re a busy man.” and she would be damned if they let them fuck up tony stark’s order. “also, i got all but one of your accounts unfrozen as of …twenty or so minutes ago.” it had been a long, grueling process, and…well, her methods for most of them hadn’t been exactly legal, but it was done. “the last one isn’t budging and is insisting on meeting in person. something about requiring a notary and some signatures that couldn’t be done online. and believe me, i tried.” she more than tried, as far as she was concerned. “do you want me to set that up?”

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the job hadn’t exactly been glamorous, or easy, but after his AI’s had failed to get things done... he’d had no choice but to turn to real live humans to try and fix things. in the age of heroes and villains, you think it’d be easy to overturn a death declaration but no. they had to make it difficult. he’d provided his SIN, DNA records, and whatever else they wanted, but the bank still needed to see him in person. which.. for the record, he’s avoiding. mostly because he hates socializing and partly because he’s tired of being stared at like he’s a mythical unicorn. the tony from this universe died, people are confused, he gets it... but it’s getting old. hence why he’s staying inside.

“ yes. well, no. ” he frowns, taking the coffee from her once she’s put it down. “ i definitely don’t want to set that up. can’t we send someone else? try pepper... see if they’ll talk to her. or happy. i hate banks. it’s the cheap suits, and the way they always say mr. stark even after i’ve said ‘ it’s just tony ’ - and don’t forget about the paperwork. ” he shudders violently, draining 3/4 of the coffee in one go. “ if that doesn’t work... which account is it again? ” anything under a mill and he’s tempted to just... let it go. dramatic, sure, but the lesser of two evils by his estimation.

#interactions.#mj.#no gifs bc this computer sucks

BARTON, C

[ open starter // @thephoenixstart ]

clint let out a sigh as the last of the large group of women walked out of the shop. it was the thing he hated the most about this time of year, the ugg wearing women coming in wanting their blessed pumpkin spice drinks. if it wouldn’t kill his business he’d not sell anything pumpkin, but he had to sell them so when he was working at the shop he’d put on a brave face and pretend like he wasn’t sick of pumpkin spice. “i never thought i’d say this but i miss summer. can we go back to the days when no one wanted pumpkin spice?”

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sure, he has a personal assistant that fetches his coffee for him these days, but there’s no better cure for insomnia than annoying some of his fellow avengers... even if they aren’t his avengers. “ bird brain. ” he greets as he enters the shop, stepping back to avoid getting knocked into by a teenager occupied with staring at her cellphone’s screen. “ just the guy i was looking for. ” he grins, elbows finding a new home against the counter, as he makes a show of looking up at the menu. “ i’ll take a pumpkin spice muffin and a pumpkin spice latte. ” he pauses, a sly grin fighting its way past his poker face. “ extra pumpkin. ”

#interactions.#clint.

STARK, M

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displacement sometimes offers itself in D U A L I T Y seeping through open wounds: margins of contradictions —- of wanting to stay and wanting to return in formal unison as if she’d become nothing more than engineered pieces clinging to the technology she had at hand ( she doesn’t deny the idea that she has reasons to stay..to never return to a place where she feels empty and hollow but she’s cursed with morality – with the vicious cycle of thoughts regarding what she’d left behind there ). she’s not blind, would argue she’d been here too long. that she wanted proof she should go; reasons to not keep fighting fate because SHE WASN’T SELFISH.

what offers pause? memories. a face she’d known for such a small fraction of her life, sealed in embedded scars. she remembers the first few years after his sacrifice: how sad her mother was. how she’d hide away in the garage because it was the closest SEMBLANCE of the father she’d lost —- it was the reason she opened her first book on mechanics. the reason she buried herself so deep in everything he’d been known for because it’d been all she had left ( i love you 3000 scribed into metal because no one could fill that void ). she doesn’t stare for long, finds her throat dry with the nerves that swallow her whole but she’s trying. she’s smiling because she wants to be ignorant to how hard this is: to the blistering source she can feel stinging her heart. when she swallows back the idea of being honest it’s not to spare herself but HIM. “ you’re the famous tony stark. ” it feels strange – that string of words tethered to something real. she’s not used to it but it’s strangely comforting. “ sorry…- i’m just a fan of your work but I figure you get that a lot? ”

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distracted, he doesn’t make direct eye contact straight away. “ yep, that’s me. no autographs today, kid. i’m off the clock. ” the words are an automatic response, eyes still scanning the room in search of other avengers. in theory, it’ll only have been a matter of seconds that he’s gone in their timeline — regardless of how delayed he ends up here — but the whole fate of the world resting on his shoulders thing likes to play itself out with urgency. at the comment about his work, he does turn his head... only to get hit by a dizzying wave of deja-vu. he can’t figure out why, exactly, he feels like he knows her but he does. “ comes with the territory. ” he answers, tone contemplative as he tilts his head. there’s just something he can’t put his finger on and he’s never been one to walk away from an unsolved equation. “ sorry, but, have we met ? call me crazy but there’s something and i just can’t place it. ” he snaps his fingers, brow furrowed. “ wait, let me guess. stark industries intern. no, that’s not it. ” he squints. “ one of peter’s friends? c’mon kid, help me out here. ”

#interactions.#morgan.

POTTS, P

Parties aren’t Pepper’s favorite thing, they really never have been. She works better behind the scenes, something she’d had to change since becoming CEO. They’re not the worst, that would be dramatic, but she’d be lying if she said she enjoyed them. There were other events she preferred, even different sorts of parties she preferred. But she’d already started enjoying herself in the short time since she’d arrived. She finished her glass of champagne and put it on the bar, turning to go back to the friend she’d been talking to when she swore she spotted someone familiar. Was that? No, it couldn’t be. Tony was long gone, both the one she’d known in her universe, and the one she’d come to know and love in this one.

And yet, Pepper can’t shake the feeling that there was no one else in the universe that could capture her attention with just a glance the way Tony just had. Her eyes looked for him again, finding him with ease. Her stomach churned. It was Tony. It had to be. She’d know that face anywhere. For a moment, she debated whether it would actually be a good idea to approach him, or if she was better off pretending she hadn’t seen him at all. After all, maybe her mind was playing tricks on her. But before she knew it, she was behind him, tapping on his shoulder. “Tony?!” she said, turning him around. “My god, it’s really you,” she added, her hand covering her mouth. For a moment, she can’t find any words. “What are you- how are you here?”

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he turns when someone taps his shoulder, hands at the ready as if he fully expects to have a repuslor attached to it. some habits are hard to kick. when he sees pepper, the tension bleeds from his shoulders and the smile he gives is genuine. it’s good to see her even if it’s not his her. ( yeah, try not to get confused by that. ) “ the one, the only. ” he confirms, lips twisting into a hint of a smirk. “ you know me, pep. can’t resist a good party. ” his tone’s light, a little reductive, but it gives him time to consider her words.

how not why, meaning the other him’s probably not back in the lab somewhere working on a suit, or home with morgan. if, and his blood chills at the thought, morgan even exists here. if the world — his world — wasn’t on the verge of collapse, he thinks he’d ask a few follow-up questions. “ now that’s a long story. i’d love to fill you in but we’re on a bit of a time crunch. world to save. ” he talks quick like he always does when he’s making plans, his brain often moving much faster than his mouth is able to. “ let’s say i want to find hank pym... or banner. yeah, banner’s a good start. either one. where, here, would i find them ? ”

#interactions.#pepper.

PARKER, P

One beer. Peter didn’t even drink all of it while socializing with some of the other guests at the party. He really should have known better considering how it affects his body. The curse of being partially an arachnid. Alcohol tends to affect him stronger than anyone else but isn’t quite sure as to the reasons why. All it would take is a few of them to make him black out. Which makes it safe to assume that drinking doesn’t happen often as a result, so Peter doesn’t really feel great. Not in the sense of wanting to throw up, his stomach felt fine but it was his senses that are bothering him. It’s like being overstimulated and it hasn’t happened since that fight with Mysterio. Better not to think about that now, focusing instead on walking outside onto the balcony where he thought nobody else was around for the moment so the boy decides to call Uncle Happy and put him on speaker.

“Happy! I’m so glad you answered!“

“You know this is my day off, kid.” You can hear an audible sigh from the other end of the line.

“I know but … I need to ask you something!”

“What is it?”

“I drank three quarters of a beer and I want to know if I’m going to die? It feels —“

“Peter. You’re not going to die. Can you just take a deep breath for me? You need to drink some water. What did I tell you? No alcohol. You know what it does to you.” Something inaudible muttered under his breath. There was also the hint of worry in his words at the end.

He leans against the building, trying to relax. It’s easier to do away from the crowd at least but not completely gone. “I’ll try. I wasn’t really thinking …” The phone call doesn’t last much longer than that, putting the device away and hopes that he wouldn’t have to ask his uncle for a ride home later. Maybe this feeling will go away, but abandoned the beer in his hands on the ground as he slowly sits down for a moment before rejoining the party. He doesn’t take the mask off, that part doesn’t bother him since that’s almost normal far as Peter is concerned.

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his prayers are answered but in the worst way possible. he asks for an avenger and he gets his wish but it’s the kid. the kid he failed; the kid he got killed on an alien planet because he dragged him to germany on a school night to fight a fight maybe he shouldn’t have been fighting to begin with. his stomach flips, reminds him of the mornings he used to wake up after too much partying in college, or how the palladium had poisoned him all those years ago, and for a split second he wishes this was his 2022. he wishes the world was decimated, in ruins, because then he wouldn’t have to confront his guilt and all the ways he failed as a mentor to the young man before him. or this time’s version of him, anyway.

he doesn’t draw attention to himself at first, simply listens to the one-sided conversation with happy as his heart speeds up and hammers in his chest. he’s still wearing a mask so he could turn on his heel, pretend he never saw the kid, but he can’t. there’s a reason why he kept that framed photo up on the mantle and why he hung up the suits for good after morgan was born. he’d failed one kid... he couldn’t fail another. hanging out in space for twenty days gave you a lot of time to think about your shortcomings, about the moments you’d redo if you had the chance, and this was one of the many that haunted him. so while it might have been easier to walk away, he holds his ground and approaches.

“ spider boy. ” his tone’s low, not wanting others to hear, as he lifts his mask up. “ just the teenage -- ” he pauses, correcting. “ or not so teenage, apparently. that’s ... interesting, huh. ” distracted slightly, he loses his train of thought. “ whatever. doesn’t matter. i need your help. ”

#interactions.#peter.

grab the infinity stones from their original timelines, they said. it’ll be easy, they said. except they clearly never factored LOKI CIRCA 2012 making a grab for the tesseract and taking it and the stone god knows where into the equation. from there, he’d somehow landed here in 2020 instead of the 70′s like he’d planned. no tesseract, no capsicle, and no more particles to get back to the group. he was lost in time. great, just great; further reason why he should have stayed home and left the hero-ing to people who had less to lose.

what he has noticed however is that this 2020 is nothing like the 2022 he left behind. for starters, there’s no snap; no support group ads on park benches, or abandoned buildings with foreclosure signs and missing posters on telephone poles. everything’s... normal. like the snap never happened. like THANOS never happened. he’s not sure what to make of it but he knows it’s not real; his life, his family, are back home and he can’t get sucked into some alternate timeline just because he accidentally stumbled into it.

he hears about the masquerade party by accident, overheard in a coffee shop where he’s hacking into the wifi to try and boost the range on his suit. he doesn’t want to meet another version of himself but he’s not above taking advantage of his own tech. finders keepers... besides, you can’t steal from yourself. someone named pym’s on the guest list which means he’s tony’s best chance at getting his hands on more particles. the party’s just an added bonus. clad in the best suit the cash he had on hand can buy and some cheap jester-style mask, he moves through the room looking for familiar faces. he’s looking for pym but alternate versions of any of his fellow avengers would be helpful right about now. @thephoenixstart