#thread: tony

[youllalwaysbemyporcelain]

@devilsmenu asked: [ win ] sender lets receiver beat them in a game

CJ was so excited when she'd won the game. She'd been trying so hard to beat him for a while now. "Finally! I beat you! Take that!"

[axrp-nightcrawler]

Doll Parts || Tony, Kurt, & Bobby

Kurt wasn't one for traveling to the city. There was too much trouble in wearing a disguise with all the makeup and discomfort of tucking his tail into a pair of pants. Thankfully, they were coming to Stark Tower on official business. He could rest easy, sliding through the Manhattan skyline at Bobby's side on one of Bobby's ice slides, dressed in their matching yellow and black X-Men uniforms. Bobby's had to be made from unstable molecules, of course, least his clothes freeze and fall apart from his organic ice form.

"I think I see Stark," Bobby said. He was near the top floor, where an enormous balcony overlooked the city, one that was big enough to house a helipad. "And I'd say we're just in time for our 4 o'clock. Beam us down, Scotty!"

"On three, mein captain," Kurt said, grinning. He gripped Bobby's shoulder tightly as the the ice beneath their feet began to dissipate to water vapor. As gravity began to pull them down, Kurt counted, "Eins, zwei, drei!" With a puff of purple smoke the pair disappeared before reappearing on the balcony of Stark Tower, the stench of brimstone lingering for a moment before the wind carried it away. 

[axrp-agentdrew]

Along Came a Spider || Stark & Drew

Seated with her legs crossed on the comfy sofa of Stark Tower's lobby, Jessica Drew wasn't sure what to anticipate from Tony Stark. She'd read his case files, the psych assessments, his history. If he was every bit the man-child he sounded, then she would have her work cut out for her. Resting on her nose were horn-rimmed glasses, but certainly not the prescription eye wear one might expect. Each lense was equipt with facial recognition software, decades ahead of Facebook's infantile tech. As she looked over her resume to remind herself of her doctored credentials, the implant in her watch was scanning the area for signs of radiation irregularities.

"Mr. Stark will see you now, Ms. Kirby," an attractive intern said from behind a hologram display.

"Dr. Kirby," Jessica said, correcting her with a forced smile. 

Jacqueline Kirby, an astrophysicist looking to discuss anomalies possibly related to the bridge between our world and Asgard. If it sounded like a big sell, it was. But the director probably had a reason for conceiving of such a legend. Jane Foster's notes helped her get past Pepper Potts, but the science of space wasn't exactly Jessica's strong suit.

"Mr. Stark, thank you for seeing me so early in the morning," Jessica said, watching the door slide closed behind her.

[tongue-of-silver-blog]

chance encounters → tony and loki

TAGGING → tony stark, loki laufeyson LOCATION → a kitchen in stark tower TIME FRAME → 4am, tuesday morning NOTES → n/a

Loki:

When he grew weary of spending hours hidden away in his quarters, Loki took to wandering Stark Tower in hopes of familiarising himself with its basic layout and principle rooms. These journeys had led him to discover the quickest ways to key points like the main exits, primary labs (not that he was allowed to enter any of them), and the numerous restrooms and kitchens. He figured that having this knowledge handy might benefit him someday... or, if nothing else, it would help him navigate the utter maze of Stark's residence.

Mercifully he had no sort of curfew as long as he stayed in Stark Tower, so he had taken to doing more and more nighttime excursions when insomnia plagued him. One particular night found him in the corridors at an unholy hour - it was in the earliest numbers of the a.m, though he wasn't sure exactly when. He was mildly thirsty, so he decided to visit the nearest kitchen.

Padding softly through the halls, he remarked on how pleasant the tower was when no one else was awake. There was no need to feign civility or suffer through others' unpleasantness; to keep him company, he had only the hushed rooms of the building that almost seemed gloriously empty at these late hours.

It was a rude disturbance, then, to turn into the kitchen and find that the light was already on. And of course, of course, it would have to be Stark facing away from him, fiddling with some sort of appliance. The bitter smell of the coffee drink Thor was so fond of filled the air. 

Loki had half a mind to slip away quietly; he had been pointedly evading Stark since the night of the party. But when the latter gave a start, Loki knew his presence had been noted. He grimaced and braced himself for the conversation he had so wanted to avoid.