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myers-briggs meme: tony stark, entp;

the visionary Takes “it can’t be done” as a personal challenge. Verbally quick. In-depth understanding of how to improve things. Prizes intelligence in self and others.

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i trust matt murdock. i’ve never met him, but i trust him

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on a totally unrelated topic i also trust that daredevil guy

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Iron Man + Magazine Covers

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but can we consider that Rhodey does, in fact, outrank Steve Rogers? 

now picture rhodey meeting steve and steve snapping a salute

that is all

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and Rhodey would be totally serious about it until the second Steve walked out of the room and then he’d totally turn and look at Tony with crazy eyes and Tony would be like “JARVIS TOOK PICTURES FROM EVERY ANGLE YOU’RE WELCOME”

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[starchasingfoster]

New Labs||the-phoenix-metaphor

[the-phoenix-metaphor]

He held up his hands, rolling his eyes before resting them back onto the Doctor

, nodding. “I get it, i got it. I mean, i’m known to dazzle, i’m kind of a dazzler, but if you don’t see it that way, you’re free to be proven wrong later. I’ll accept it’ll take a little extra time.”

Dropping his hands to prop them over his hips, Tony looked around the lab with a raised chin and sharp eye. “And ya know, not even my best work.” He shrugged flippantly. “Coulda done better. Was in a press

. Head wasn’t all in the game. Do whatever you want with it. Old news.”

[starchasingfoster]

"You’re welcome to try, but I should warn

you, after crossing galaxies and finding out that Asgardian toys can advance our science, the bar’s set pretty high,” she said, smiling and reaching

into her coat pocket to pull out one of the little metal spheres out.

“You want one?” she asked, holding it out to him, remembering something about him not liking to be handed things. “I’ve got a couple, I figured you might be interested.”

[the-phoenix-metaphor]

Tony arched a brow, not accepting the object held out for him, though he obviously was in fact interested. “And what’s that supposed to be?” He prompted, now crossing his arms and leaning himself back against a tidy, yet to be used desk. “An Asgardian bouncy ball that can cure the common cold?” 

In truth, Tony was always a little bitter about the wonders of Asgardian science. Alright, no, not the science part so much-- just the god damn magic of it. He hated magic. Tony was a down right party pooper when it came from anything ranging from Las Vegas magicians to earth invading, Shakespeare spouting aliens. Well, except Thor obviously. But who the hell didn’t love Thor?

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MARVEL CHARACTER ALIGNMENTS tony stark | chaotic good

g o o d  h e a r t  &  f r e e  s p i r i t 

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Your Own Way: Natasha & Tony | CLOSED|

[the-phoenix-metaphor]

In all fairness, Tony had meant to go talk with Natasha the next morning as JARVIS had urged him to, but when you work for hours on end down in a windowless lab, the time of day/night can be relative. When he finally dragged himself away to find a bed, it was already noon of the next day. From there on, it had been a mix of procrastination and an over all unwillingness to incite another interaction with the woman. 

She eventually took the matter into her own hands, however. Tony was woken and informed of this by the ever collected voice of JARVIS, warning him she had entered onto his floor. This was not a very settling piece of news to hear first thing in the morning, and the genius’s first mad and frazzled thought was to call his suit and make a break for it out the window. That was ridiculous of course, down right first grade mentality and he brushed it away quickly. The worst he’d ever been compared to was a third grade mentality, after all.

Knowing he couldn’t put this off, and already having tossed the ‘run away’ plan, Tony dragged himself very reluctantly from the warmth and safety of his bed. He looked down, remembering he’d forgotten to change before he passed out the night before, and was still wearing yesterday’s clothes. He didn’t mind much over all, but they looked rumbled and unkept, and the billionaire felt uneasy showing any kind of weakness in front of Natasha. For good reason. 

Quick fix for a lazy Tony; pulling on his silk robe atop of his clothes, which he then proceeded to do. Catching himself in the mirror, the man raised his hand to attempt to mat his bed hair, one side sticking up at odd angles, the other flat down like helmet head. It was hopeless, and he didn’t trust the woman alone on his floor for too long, JARVIS monitored or not. Quickly grabbing and throwing on a pair of shades to finish the look and hide the dark circles under his eyes, the billionaire made his way out of his bedroom and towards the main room. Tony didn’t spare another look in the mirror before he stepped out into the already occupied space, assuming he looked fine. He didn’t, but was in no way lacking for confidence. 

"Drinking so early? And they call me an alcoholic.” Actually that was his good scotch, he noticed. Annoying, but he didn’t say anything. She probably already knew. “So what do i owe the honor? Well, if you consider a B&E an honor. Speaking of which; i think i’ll be having bacon and eggs for breakfast. But now  i’m just thinking out loud.”

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The more Tony droned on, the more Natasha found his voice to be utterly nauseating, especially so early in the morning. For a moment she sat and contemplated just how Pepper put up with him. But that was most definitely another thought and another conversation for another time. In one swift movement she lifted her glass to her lips and downed the remainder of its contents before setting it down on the coffee table in front of her.  Natashas expression alone should have been proof enough that she was in no mind to play games, her expression was stoic, and as she looked the billionaire over, just a hint of annoyance perhaps combined with disgust played across her features “ Have you ever listened to yourself?” she asked; head tilting to the side as she continued to watch him “ I mean genuinely listened to the utter crap that comes out of your mouth….. It truly amazes me that you’re taken seriously…. I for one, most definitely do not.”  Their previous encounter earlier in the week down in his lab had most definitely left its mark, and pleasantries were now the furthest thing from her mind “ I warned you, Stark, that if you didn’t give me what I wanted, what we all need. Then I would go about things my own way in a way I know you wouldn’t like……”  Getting to her feet she took a step towards him, a hand lifted as she plucked his sunglasses from the bridge of his nose and slipped them from his face. A moment of silence descended as she took in his appearances. Deep circles practically engrained into his skin had settled beneath his eyes. Just when was the last time he had gotten himself a decent nights sleep? “ You look like crap” she stated flatly, sunglasses dropped to the coffee table next to her empty glass as her arms folded across her chest.  “ The director has given me the go ahead to take matters into my own hands, no matter what your standpoint is, you have the weaponry and protection we need, and whether you like it or not, it will be put to use to protect this tower. You can either stand with us or against us Stark, but it will always be your name up there in lights….. I know they say there’s no such thing as bad press….. But you my friend….” She paused and reached a hand out to smooth the collar of his dressing gown “ You have landed yourself in hot water with no foreseeable way out” 

[the-phoenix-metaphor]

Was it strange that he didn’t feel the usual chill of underlying fear perk up over the back of his neck as she stared at him with eyes that said he had plenty of reason to fear? There was something else flaring instead, something familiar and not at all very pleasant. Like deja vu kicking his gut with a steel toe boot. He almost missed that fear.  At least that seemed natural. 

His nose gave a little twitch when the shades slid down and off it’s bridge, though making no move to stop the woman. Probably for the best, either way. That was his least favorite pair of sunglasses. “Didn’t get a chance to put my face on yet. Don’t pop in so early next time.” Tony reasoned, tone void of the defensiveness or mock that it might usually hold when rattling off the line.

She stood there, not just on behalf of herself but Fury. They planned on going on ahead and claiming his work like it was their own. So far, not his best morning. “See, it’s shit like this that made me hate working with the military for so long. Shit like this that made me wary of SHIELD in the first place.” He moved around her, pouring himself a glass as well. The scotch was already out, might as well drink it. 

“I give an inch and you take a mile. I knew-- i mean really, right at the beginning i knew this would end up being the exact same god damn thing, and yet...” He sighed taking a drink. “I never learn from my mistakes. Well. That’s not news to anybody, is it?” He turned back to the woman, not having it in him to feel the anger just yet. Too early for all this shit, honestly. “I got a question though, if you’re the authority to ask. What’s the plan from here? What are you gonna do with my shit? What are you going to do that i haven’t done already that you think is so god damn necessary that you have to do this? Gonna set up a system to shoot birds out of the sky if they get too close? Gonna build a moat around the tower and fill it with sharks strapped with fucking lasers? What do we ‘all need’, Natasha? You’re talking like you plan to slander the ‘squeaky clean’ name of Stark, so i assume you have something pretty nasty up your sleeve. Not that i’d expect anything less coming from you, but come on.”

[irradiated-struldbrug]

The Cookie Convergence || Bruce and Tony

[the-phoenix-metaphor]

When Bruce dragged a seat over for himself, Tony took the cue and plopped back down in his stool, rolling himself closer and stealing a cookie. He picked up the milk as well, squinted, swirled it around in it’s glass, and gave it a sniff before setting it aside again, not feeling it. 

"I’m actually okay," The billionaire assured, half the cookie gone in one bite, speaking around his mouthful. "I’m not that hungry, i had a big breakfast." Granted, it had been yesterday’s breakfast, but he’d never been great at keeping up with that kind of thing. 

Tony wiped his mouth with the back of his sleeve when the other spoke again, swallowing his large mouthful. Bruce never stopped looking for a cure. The genius— the billionaire genius— had his own thoughts on that, but had voiced them in the past and didn’t feel much like kicking that dead horse around at the moment. Not when the man just brought him cookies. Besides, his proposal was way too good to pass up.

"Well hey, that sounds like a plan to me. Been needing to loosen up a bit the past hour anyway." He rotated his shoulders and neck as he said it, feeling a few small gratifying pops in response. "Anything that beautiful brain of yours has been simmering on? Anything you wanna play with?" He turned in his seat, closing down the holographic screen he’d kept up behind the gauntlet to keep track of his work. Toying around the the dexterity of the suit’s fingers wasn’t anything all that exciting when you came right down to it, and Tony preferred to excite when in company.

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Bruce gave Tony a look and raised an eyebrow when he said he wasn’t hungry. He knew that Tony was an adult and free to take care of or neglect himself as he chooses.  If Tony decided that he wanted to stay in his workshop without eating that was his choice.  The only thing Bruce found irritating about it was that Tony didn’t actually need to lie to him about it. He couldn’t be entirely sure that Tony wasn’t telling the truth, but the way he attacked the cookies made him think he wasn’t. He decided to just let it drop. He’d wait until Tony completely abandoned the milk before drinking it.

The rapid segue into work wasn’t a surprise and was one of the things he liked about spending time in here. Bruce hadn’t met many people that could keep up with him when his brain started working away on a problem. It was the sort of thing he’d gotten used to as a child. He’d learned how to be alone before he’d learned anything else. Now he had a friend that could not only keep up with him, but in some areas he worked at keeping up with. It didn’t change anything about his condition, but it made everything bearable. Tony’s setup was basically Wonka’s Factory for science geniuses. He’d been able to make the kind of things he wanted to make before the accident happened.

Bruce pulled a small tablet out of the pocket of his lab coat and set it on the table. He liked wearing a lab coat and wore it unless he was working on machinery that it could get caught on. “Oh, I’ve got several dozen ideas in here. I’d get ideas when I was on the run. I kept writing them down, but my notebooks got lost or left behind so often I had to start keeping my ideas in my head. Now they’re in here. Though I might have lost a few,” he said as he pulled up the index of his files. “Let’s see…,” he said taking a bite of a cookie. “Well, I’m always trying to figure out a way to make clothes that are a little more…durable, but that’s not exactly a recipe for loads of fun. We could work on cars that run entirely on clean energy then find a way to make it cost effective,” he paused and shook his head. “Maybe not.” He laughed a little pulling up one file. “Hoverboards. That could be fun. Unless you want something more complex like a flying motorcycle.” He knew that if the two of them worked on things that flew around it could mean that lots of things got broken. Not that he’d be the one up on either thing, it just wasn’t safe. “I have other ideas if those don’t interest you.”

[the-phoenix-metaphor]

Tony tapped a cookie to his chin thoughtfully, a brow raised and slick smile curling as he came to a decision. “Flying motorcycle. Anybody can make a flying hoverboard-- but flying motorcycle? Brucie, you should really start wearing a helmet or something because that beautiful brain of yours must be protected at all costs.” 

He stood from his stool, kicking it back behind him and picking up the plate of cookies. “This sounds like we’ll need a change of location, however. Down to the garage.” He declared, starting off out of the lab and trusting Bruce to follow. “I have a few beauties we can choose from. Not really even a motorcycle guy, but hell if i can’t appreciate a nice bike.” He shrugged. “I like buying pretty things i don’t need. Very satisfying.”

Often, Tony worked on one thing to get his mind off something else. Stress followed him like a bad smell, and dealing with it head on was never something he excelled in. Dealing with it in general was tricky for him, actually. But when it came to things like this, easy, goofy shit like god damn flying motorcycles, the stress lessened. There was a little irony in the fact that the walking ball of stress that went by the name of Doctor Bruce Banner helped relieve some of his own stress, but irony was nothing new for Tony. Though irony that didn’t bite him in the ass was a little new, granted.

[starchasingfoster]

New Labs||the-phoenix-metaphor

[the-phoenix-metaphor]

"You’re comparing! You’re dropping me down to his level!" Tony countered with a snap, bristled. "You’re— wait, god damn it." He stopped suddenly at the woman’s words, staring at her and looking, if possible, still further affronted. "You’re leaving?"

Tony had been planning this for a while. Well, the past two weeks or so, but that’s a long while for him to focus on any one thing. And now she’d been there for a full five minutes and was ready to turn tail and march right out again. None of this had been what he’d been expecting. In his head there had been more; ‘Wow, this is amazing!’ or ‘Fantastic! You’re just as brilliant as you are devastatingly handsome.’ and other such raving praises that anyone would shower him with if he got them a fully functional fucking lab. Possibly exaggerations, but he left himself room for artistic interpretation.

This was much different, and much more disappointing, as reality so often was. As extremely annoyed and disheartened as he was, Tony was also way too stubborn to let it end there. 

"Hold it a sec. Look, you can keep the lab. Lab is not off the table. Just—" He gave a harsh sigh, a hand raising to pinch at the bridge of his nose. "Unless you’re making a particularly crude joke, never mention that man’s name in my general hearing range again."

[starchasingfoster]

"Fine." She stopped and looked back at him. "Just… don’t expect me to be completely dazzled by everything you do, okay? I’m not really impressed that easily. And I’m not used to working with other people besides Erik and Darcy."

She sighed, trying to smile. “Look, I’ll take a look at the lab before I decide to take anything apart, and you can record my reaction on your AI… thingy… guy… Sorry, I don’t know what to call it… him… Point is, I really do appreciate this, even if I don’t act like it. So, thank you. It does mean a lot to me, and I’m sorry I screwed that up.”

[the-phoenix-metaphor]

He held up his hands, rolling his eyes before resting them back onto the Doctor, nodding. “I get it, i got it. I mean, i’m known to dazzle, i’m kind of a dazzler, but if you don’t see it that way, you’re free to be proven wrong later. I’ll accept it’ll take a little extra time.”

Dropping his hands to prop them over his hips, Tony looked around the lab with a raised chin and sharp eye. “And ya know, not even my best work.” He shrugged flippantly. “Coulda done better. Was in a press. Head wasn’t all in the game. Do whatever you want with it. Old news.”

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[irradiated-struldbrug]

The Cookie Convergence || Bruce and Tony

[the-phoenix-metaphor]

It had been nearly a full twenty-four hour lab session that time. Not that Tony had noticed, having too much to work on, too many ideas flying in and out of his head to keep attention of the time. The way he saw it, he hadn’t passed out yet, so it hadn’t been more than thirty-seven hours (his usual cut off point before exhaustion took over for a few minutes for an unplanned nap).

Vaguely he was aware of someone entering his space, though it took a few seconds longer than it should have to tear his attention away from the left hand of one of his suits he’d been hunched over. Though really, after everything he’d done and meant to do when he entered his lab, Tony wasn’t all together sure how he’d gotten to working on the dexterity of the suit’s finger joints.

It was the smell that really brought him back down to earth. Cookie— god damn fresh baked cookies. This lab had smelled like a lot of things throughout it’s life, but cookies was not one of them. Following his nose, the genius turned slowly in his rotating stool, looking up to see a one Bruce Banner standing in his lab, holding, yes, cookies. The man was a blessing.

"Banner my man!" Tony stood to meet the other, eyes flickering between him and the plater he held in his hands, the hunger he’d been suppressing thus far rearing it’s ugly and time consuming head. "To what do i owe the honor? Those for me? Looking to screw around a bit in the play pin? Those are for me, right?"

[irradiated-struldbrug]

There were so many interesting things in Tony’s workshop that even though Bruce had the intention of getting a visual on Tony immediately he often got distracted for a second looking at something. When he heard Tony speak he could easily locate the source of the voice. In another life Bruce spent as many hours as he could log working without much thought to sleep or eating at regular intervals. Just more things on a long list of things he couldn’t do anymore. He’d found out early that lack of both made it more difficult to maintain emotional regulation. He figured that Tony didn’t have his restrictions so he indulged. His suspicions were confirmed when Tony asked about the cookies the second time before Bruce could answer the first question.

“Most of them,” he said. “I was planning on at least having a few.” He found a mostly clean workbench to set the cookies down on then he poured two glasses of milk. If Tony wouldn’t drink it then he would. “The way you’re looking at them I’m thinking I should have brought lunch too,” he said with a short laugh.

He considered what else he should say while he dragged a chair over an sat down. “I had another failure today,” he said. It was the kind of thing that happened often enough that he doubted he needed to say more for Tony to understand what he was talking about. He wouldn’t stop working on the problem no matter how many times he failed to find a cure for himself. Though with each fresh defeat his mood would hit a low spot. Even if Tony didn’t quite understand exactly what Bruce was going through, he always had something interesting to work on. Completing something here gave him fresh confidence and proved to himself he could accomplish more than just keep a monster in a cage. “So, I thought I’d come down here, eat some cookies, and see if you had anything that we could collaborate on.”  It was the closest he came to admitting that he wanted some company.

[the-phoenix-metaphor]

When Bruce dragged a seat over for himself, Tony took the cue and plopped back down in his stool, rolling himself closer and stealing a cookie. He picked up the milk as well, squinted, swirled it around in it's glass, and gave it a sniff before setting it aside again, not feeling it. 

"I'm actually okay," The billionaire assured, half the cookie gone in one bite, speaking around his mouthful. "I'm not that hungry, i had a big breakfast." Granted, it had been yesterday's breakfast, but he'd never been great at keeping up with that kind of thing. 

Tony wiped his mouth with the back of his sleeve when the other spoke again, swallowing his large mouthful. Bruce never stopped looking for a cure. The genius-- the billionaire genius-- had his own thoughts on that, but had voiced them in the past and didn't feel much like kicking that dead horse around at the moment. Not when the man just brought him cookies. Besides, his proposal was way too good to pass up.

"Well hey, that sounds like a plan to me. Been needing to loosen up a bit the past hour anyway." He rotated his shoulders and neck as he said it, feeling a few small gratifying pops in response. "Anything that beautiful brain of yours has been simmering on? Anything you wanna play with?" He turned in his seat, closing down the holographic screen he'd kept up behind the gauntlet to keep track of his work. Toying around the the dexterity of the suit's fingers wasn't anything all that exciting when you came right down to it, and Tony preferred to excite when in company.

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