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[kila9nishika]

Tony in Star Wars Universe, 2/?

Umm... @peskylilcritter?  I have more?

Note (slightly edited, p3 is upcoming):  

Star Wars Note-  Attempting to draw an inclusive timeline of the Clone Wars is hard.  Important to note is that I have made Obi-Wan and Anakin’s time with the 212th and 501st begin much earlier in the timeline than is canonical.  Some events are EU and some events are canonical.  You don’t need to be particularly educated about the details of events, just be aware that stuff is going on behind the scenes, and that it will show up “on-screen” if it’s important.

Marvel Universe Note- This is canonical up to and including Avengers (2012), but not including any of the movies or TV or associated media following it.  I may include characters and concepts from later MCU ‘events,’ but this is not canonical Phase Two and beyond.  That said, there are characters and plot concepts taken from Age of Ultron, so please be aware of spoilers.

3rd Month, Day 17-21, 25032 Galactic Standard.  Somewhere in the Sujimis Sector.

“What is that?”

Obi-Wan opened his eyes.  Tony jerked his chin at a tiny bot rolling around on the floor of the cell.

“It’s a cleaning bot,” Obi-Wan sighed.  Explaining just about everything about the Jedi, the Republic, and the known universe, had been exhausting.  Tony had been eager to learn as much as possible, which had led to Obi-Wan discussing the Force with the overly-curious man.  To his surprise, after all that they had discussed, that had made Tony clam up.  Obi-Wan had taken the opportunity to rest.

Tony’s eyes flickered.  “Reeeeally.”  He sounded - contemplative.  Moving jerkily, he snatched the little bot off of the floor and began to disassemble it.

“You won’t find anything useful,” Obi-Wan said tiredly.  “Those bots are made so that the closest thing you can get to an explosion out of them is a mechanical failure.  There’s a reason that our hosts have them set on automatic instead of keeping them out of our reach.”

Mischief flickered over Tony’s face, and for a moment, through the Force.  “Oh, don’t worry.  I can make anything explode.”

“And you plan to hide the pieces, how?” Obi-Wan returned.  “We are in a cell, if you haven’t noticed.”

Tony beamed.  “Point number one, our hosts are idiots, because this pretty little room doesn’t have a camera spying on us.  Point number two, our hosts are idiots, and have provided us with disgusting little cots instead of making us sleep on benches or the floor.  Point number two-addendum, I can hide the pieces in the cots.”

Tony, as it turned out, was mostly right.  With each day that went past, Obi-Wan waited for their captors to notice that Tony had stolen and disassembled three cleaning bots, but nothing happened.  The bots, it seemed, were on an automatic rotation that went mostly unsupervised.  

Obi-Wan had been interrogated once, which had provided him with the knowledge that his men were still in the complex, somewhere.  He had also discovered that this specific group of Separatists merely believed him to be a Jedi, possibly a Padawan, and had no idea that he was anyone of importance.  (He was growing back that beard as soon as he could.  Forget whatever Garen and Bant joked about looking twice his age.  Being mistaken for a Padawan was ridiculous.)

He had also memorized as much of the layout of the complex as he had walked through.  Blindfolds didn’t work very well on Qui-Gon Jinn’s former Padawan.

“Soooo, we have a slight problem, Wizard of Oz.”

Obi-Wan ignored the odd nickname.  It wasn’t meant to be harmful, and seemed to be something that Tony did reflexively.  “You mean, aside from being captives of the most idiotic group of Separatists that I have ever had the dishonor of meeting?”

Tony snorted.  “No, I mean that this thing is gonna blow kinda big, and we need to get away with this team of men you need to introduce me to.  Also, I’m gonna need something to kick off the explosion.”

This, Obi-Wan could do.  “Aside from the fact that you made the most dangerous explosive I have ever seen out of cleaning bots, if I set off a small explosion in a different section of the complex, and provided you with one of the power cells from my lightsaber, would that work?  We could steal a ship, shuttle at the worst.  They’ve got to have some way to get off of this rock.”

Tony nodded.  “That would work.  ‘Course, that means you need your lightsaber back.”

“Help me with the chains on my ankles,” Obi-Wan said, “and the rest will be simple.”

[kila9nishika]

Tony in Star Wars Universe, 3/?

Star Wars Note-  Attempting to draw an inclusive timeline of the Clone Wars is hard.  Important to note is that I have made Obi-Wan and Anakin’s time with the 212th and 501st begin much earlier in the timeline than is canonical.  Some events are EU and some events are canonical.  You don’t need to be particularly educated about the details of events, just be aware that stuff is going on behind the scenes, and that it will show up “on-screen” if it’s important.

Marvel Universe Note- This is canonical up to and including Avengers (2012), but not including any of the movies or TV or associated media following it.  I may include characters and concepts from later MCU ‘events,’ but this is not canonical Phase Two and beyond.  That said, there are characters and plot concepts taken from Age of Ultron, so please be aware of spoilers.

Double length because I love you guys!  Thanks for the encouragement, @peskylilcritter!

July 29, 2015 Common Era.  New York City, New York, United States of America, Earth.

“You’re what?”  Clint gaped across the boardroom that Fury insisted the Avengers use.  “Tell me that my hearing aids aren’t working right.”

“We’re shutting down the search for Stark,” Steve said quietly, staring at the table.  “It’s using up resources, and there have been no new leads in over six months.”

Clint gaped at the room.  Bruce was absent, as he often was post-mission.  He was probably sleeping somewhere at the Tower.  Stark Tower.  Natasha was giving him her ‘I don’t care’ look, which meant that she felt guilty.  Thor was still in Asgard, and Steve was resolutely avoiding his gaze.  Clint turned on Sitwell.

“Did Fury put him up to this?” Clint demanded.

Sitwell met his gaze without a hint of guilt.  “The search is using up valuable SHIELD resources, which could be used to help the Avengers and maintain a strong front against terrorists and groups like AIM.  If even Heimdall couldn’t find Stark, then the man is dead.  Holding on any longer is just a waste of resources.  Barton, even Stark Industries has given up.  They declared him dead two months ago.”

Two months ago, Stark had been missing for sixteen months.  His will had been read, and nobody had been surprised to find out that Pepper Potts, his ex-girlfriend and sole positive female relationship, had inherited everything except for some personal effects and money given to James Rhodes.

Everyone had been surprised to find out that the top sixteen floors of Stark Tower had been given to the Avengers, conditionally.  The conditions were read out, accepted, and handed over to Ms. Potts to oversee.  If she felt the Avengers had broken terms, out they would go.

But it had been eighteen months since Stark had vanished, teleported away by an idiot who thought he knew how to work magic, and Ms. Potts probably would just think that they had done all that they could.

It made Clint nauseous to think about it.  How many times had he (and Natasha) been missing for extended periods of time, assumed dead, and only been rescued because Coulson had refused to believe that they were gone?  How many times would he (and Natasha) have actually been dead if Coulson hadn’t bailed them out in the nick of time?

Clint clenched his fists.  Was this it?  Oh, sure, everyone called Steve the leader, but Tony had given them a home.  Tony had instituted ‘movie night’ on Thursdays, had bought Bruce’s crazy spices and Natasha’s exotic teas, had built bigger and better punching bags for Steve, and had updated Clint’s hearing aids without being asked.  He had put together a “21st Century America Guide” for Steve and Thor, sent free tickets to everything from Broadway to ballet to Natasha, and had manually (with robotic help) constructed a floor in the Tower strong enough to withstand one of Hulk’s tantrums.

After everything Tony had done for them, were they just going to give up on him?

“Fine.”  Clint dug in his pocket and pulled out his SHIELD wallet and SHIELD comm, tossing them on the table.  “I quit.”

Steve gasped.  

Natasha stared.  

Sitwell gaped.  “What?  Barton, you can’t -”

Clint took off his gun, set it on the table, and raised an eyebrow.  “Oh yeah?  Try me.”

Tony had made all of his bows, so SHIELD had no reason to come after him.  The hearing aids Tony had made for him could put through untraceable calls, so he could call home as soon as he was out of the building.

Hopefully, Laura wouldn’t be too startled by his unscheduled appearance.

August 2, 2015 Common Era.  Somewhere in Iowa, United States of America, Earth.

A knock on the door out here was rare.  Usually, it was Jimmy Davis, who had a habit of beginning construction projects without buying all of the supplies.  Occasionally, it was one of Cooper or Lila’s friends, there for a carefully arranged playdate.

Clint peeked through the window, stared in astonishment, and hurriedly opened the door.  “Miss Potts!”

Pepper Potts gave Clint a faint smile.  “May I come in?”

Clint waved her in, more than a little startled.  It was highly likely that JARVIS had been able to trace either his bows or his hearing aids, so Pepper’s presence wasn’t difficult to explain from that angle.  What was difficult to figure out was why Pepper Potts, CEO to the richest company in the world, was standing in his front hall.

“Uh, did you need something?”  Clint leaned towards the kitchen.  “Laura, we have company!”

Laura stepped out of the kitchen, bouncing Nathaniel in her arms as she walked.  “Miss Potts?” she said, unflappable as always.  “Would you like some tea?”

To Clint’s surprise, Pepper seemed to wilt in place.  “Tea would be nice,” she said weakly.  “I - pardon me, Mr. Barton, because it would normally be none of my business, but is it true that you quit SHIELD?”

“Call me Clint,” Clint said, buying some time.  He helped her into the most comfortable chair in the sitting room.  Why did she want to know?  Well, of the people in the world, Pepper Potts would likely find out, sooner or later.  SHIELD was incredibly invested in the success of Stark Industries, especially now that Tony Stark was out of the picture.  “And yeah, I quit.  Why?”

Pepper clutched at the arms of the chair as if searching for a lifeline.  “Because I don’t believe that Tony is dead, and I need someone with experience in desperate situations heading up the search.”

“So you came to me?”  Clint perched himself on the edge of Lila’s toy chest.  “I mean, I don't believe that he’s dead, but I don’t have any special abilities that could help you find him.”

Laura made a faintly amused sound behind him.  Stepping into the room, she handed Pepper a slightly steaming mug of tea.  “Don’t listen to him, Miss Potts,” she said amusedly.  “Clint likes to downplay his abilities.”

Pepper shook her head.  “As it happens, I have people who might be able to use ‘special abilities’ to find Tony.  I need someone to lead them.  To run herd, and interpret babble into something that I can actually comprehend.  You’re intelligent, a friend of Tony’s, could hold a conversation with Tony without floundering, and have experience running desperate missions.  Your pay will be significant, I can promise that, and you’ll have as much vacation time as is necessary until we actually find him.”

“And then you want me to run point,” Clint guessed.  Much as he wanted to protest the rather complimentary description of his skills, Pepper was telling the truth.  Plus, he wanted to spit in Fury’s eye, a bit.

Pepper nodded.  “I didn’t mean to invade your home, but I couldn’t have anyone else knowing, so I took Tony’s old motorcycle.”

Clint did a double take, and Laura froze.  “You drove a motorcycle from New York alone?  In one trip?”  Clint couldn’t believe the words even as they exited his mouth.  

Pepper shook her head.  “No, I was in DC, so I drove up from there.  Stayed over in Toledo, Ohio, for the night, and started out around five this morning.”

“No wonder you and Tony got along so well,” Clint blurted out.  “You’re both bonkers.”

For the first time since she had arrived on his doorstep, Pepper’s face lit with life as she laughed.

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Tony in Star Wars 4/?

Feeling crappy right now.  Depression sucks.

Decided to cheer myself up by posting more fic, since it’s the only thing I have any motivation for at the moment.

@peskylilcritter - we’re back in Star Wars ‘verse!

Star Wars Note-  Attempting to draw an inclusive timeline of the Clone Wars is hard.   Important to note is that I have made Obi-Wan and Anakin’s time with the 212th and 501st begin much earlier in the timeline than is canonical.  Some events are EU and some events are canonical.  You don’t need to be particularly educated about the details of events, just be aware that stuff is going on behind the scenes, and that it will show up “on-screen” if it’s important.

Marvel Universe Note- This is canonical up to and including Avengers (2012), but not including any of the movies or TV or associated media following it.  I may include characters and concepts from later MCU ‘events,’ but this is not canonical Phase Two and beyond.  That said, there are characters and plot concepts taken from Age of Ultron, so please be aware of spoilers.

3rd Month, Day 22, 25032 Galactic Standard.  Orbiting Alzoc, Alzoc System, Sujimis Sector.

“He did what?”  Anakin refused to acknowledge that he might have just shouted.  A little.

Obi-Wan gave him the smile that most of the troops had begun to refer to as ‘The General’s Crazy Smile.’  “He made an explosive using three cleaning bots, a broken lightbulb, and a power cell from my lightsaber.”

“And it blew up the whole fucking complex,” Cody cut in, his head still in his hands.  Anakin (and Ahsoka, and Rex, and every person on the Force-damned ship) had offered him the use of a ‘fresher and a bunk, but Cody seemed to be in a state of ‘Kenobi-shock.’  (That being the state one fell into when Obi-Wan inevitably did something so stupid and insane that it actually worked, and of course left massive amounts of destruction behind it.)  “It blew up the whole fucking complex.”

From her position in the pilot’s seat, Ahsoka snorted.  “Someone get poor Cody a drink before he combusts from sheer shock.”

The door slid open.  “Everyone is either in the med wing or sleeping, General,” Rex stated, stepping into the room.  He raised an eyebrow at Obi-Wan.  “Growing the beard again, sir?”

Obi-Wan rubbed at his still-growing beard.  It currently looked, in Anakin’s opinion, as if Obi-Wan had gathered some of the hair from a haircut and pasted it hastily to his chin and cheeks.

“They thought I was a Padawan,” Obi-Wan said, after a moment.  “No offense, Ahsoka, but that’s a bit insulting, at my age.”

“Your age being the creaky old age of thirty seven,” Ahsoka returned, stepping out of the pilot’s seat.  She turned to Anakin.  “Orbit is on auto, for now, Master.”

“Good.”  Anakin turned to Obi-Wan, who hadn’t bothered with a retort, only to find the older man asleep on his feet.  Literally.  “Rex, can you -”

Rex didn’t even blink, picking up Obi-Wan as if the Jedi was a small child.  Obi-Wan didn’t so much as stir as Rex carried him to the nearest bunk.

Cody, Anakin noticed, had fallen asleep on the table.  Anakin turned to Ahsoka.  “We appear to be surrounded by overtired and sleeping people, Padawan.”

“Who rescued themselves, too!” Ahsoka chirped.  “Permission to take a night shift and go to fucking bed, sir?”

“As long as you ration that kind of language,” Anakin said, wincing.  “When we get back to Coruscant, everyone’s going to blame that kind of thing on me.”

Ahsoka snorted, walking out of the room.  “Sorry, Master, but you’re the prude on this ship.”  She grinned at him as the door slid shut behind her.

Anakin shut his eyes, and carefully envisioned Padmé.  For her sake, he would keep his temper, despite the fact that Obi-Wan had dragged in the most irritating man Anakin had ever met.  For her sake, he would look after himself, and more importantly, his health.

And in this case, that meant sleep.

Time to turn in.

4th Month, Day 1, 25032 Galactic Standard. Exiting Merthian Sector, Entering Iseno Sector.

Anakin frowned from across the room as Stark and a good chunk of 212th laughed together over something Stark had said.

“Thinking?”  Obi-Wan sat down beside him, staring at his ration bar as if it was a dangerous creature instead of necessary nutrients.

“Wondering,” Anakin said shortly, attempting to wipe his frown from his face.  “Obi-Wan, the man is a menace.  Why do you like him?”  And why, Anakin couldn’t help but think, are you being a giant hypocrite and teaching him how to use the Force?

Obi-Wan smiled fondly.  “He reminds me of Master Micah, a bit. Wildly inappropriate sense of humor, oddly diverse set of skills, and a strange ability to make friends with those he argues with - though, that last one was a trait that Master Qui-Gon shared with Master Micah.”  His face darkened.  “And, Anakin, if you have a problem with my teaching him control, please use your words instead of bleeding it into the Force.  Ahsoka woke me up last night and asked why you were upset about it.”

Anakin flushed.  “Well, it’s not right!  Everyone dithered and complained about teaching me about the Force, saying I was too old, and I was only nine!”

Obi-Wan stared at him for a long moment.  “Anakin, there was never any doubt about teaching you.”  Anakin opened his mouth to argue, but Obi-Wan raised a hand.  “There was doubt about training you as a Jedi.”

“What’s the difference?”  Anakin tried to sound flippant, and had a feeling that he just came off as sulky.

“Enormous!”  Obi-Wan’s eyes flashed for a moment, before his annoying calm returned.  “Anakin, people who are as powerful as you are in the Force are a tremendous danger if they go untrained.  They end up a danger to themselves, or they end up like - like Asajj Ventress.  The problem with older people being trained is that they are not brought up in the ways of the Jedi.  The culture, Anakin, and the mindset.  Most people who are found at nine or ten years old are trained in control, given a permanent way of communicating with the Order, and sent off to live their lives if they do not wish to be employed by the Order.”

Anakin couldn’t help but gape.  “What?”

Obi-Wan seemed to shrink into himself a bit.  “Sometimes, I wonder if we have not done you a disservice, by training you as a Jedi and not simply in control and allowing you to live as other people do.  Perhaps…”

“No!” Anakin interrupted.  “I was meant to be a Jedi!”

Obi-Wan stood up, his ration bar uneaten.  He looked at Anakin sadly.  “But if you were not Jedi, there would be none of the hardship you often have with rules and teamwork.  You could live your life as a free man.  Marry.  Have a family.  We are well aware that the Jedi life is not for everyone, Anakin.”

He turned away, walking briskly towards the exit of the room.  As he walked past the group of clones and Stark, Stark brightened.  “Hey, wizard!”

Anakin shoved away his confusion - he could think about that later - and scowled at Stark.  More than anyone else, the person that Stark reminded him of was Knight Garen Muln, for much of the same reasons that Obi-Wan had listed about the late Master Micah Giett.  The biggest differences, Anakin thought, was that Garen was not a tech-head, was unlikely to boast aside from in jest, and did not have Stark's irritating propensity to nickname everyone.  Anakin would have thought it an insult, if it wasn't for the fact that there was clearly affection in Stark's voice when he called Obi-Wan "wizard."

Anakin refused to think about the fact that Obi-Wan often returned the nickname with "bot-brain."  It made something burn in the back of his throat when he thought too long about it.