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i’m really struggling at the moment, so for the time being - possibly permanently - i’m moving tony back to the multimuse. if i feel like i’ve got a handle on things, i might move him back here but i don’t really see that happening any time soon. sorry guys.
psioniic:
“Others have tried and failed. What makes you think you’re any different?”
“Trust me. I’m a pretty unique guy. Pretty special, too. Stand. Down.”
spacetested:
right. lots of episodes. naturally. peter barely stifles a groan. he’s going to be here a while. it isn’t that he’s UPSET — learning more about earth culture is actually something he finds exciting, if not terrifying — but merely that he still isn’t totally ready to hunker down on earth. “yeah. right. okay. i’m ready, sorry. i won’t interrupt.”
“you sure about that?” tony recognised the look in peter’s eye, the look that spoke levels and volumes. “we don’t have to watch a lot today. we can space it out. a couple episodes a day, maybe a couple a week - whatever suits you best, space man.”
* APRIL !
april wished that there was more that she could have offered the young male, but she’d always been the type to keep to herself, company mostly that of the other doctors on the ship. yet the yearning to give him some kind of special story remained, though she didn’t want to be dishonest with him. that wouldn’t have been fair. “she was, yeah. kind to everyone that i ever saw her interact with. she was admirable that way.”
that was his mother. she was always kind, unnecessarily so. always willing to help out where-ever she could, even with strangers - people she barely knew, people that likely didn’t deserved to be helped. she was a good person with a good heart and yet, tony had carried none of that into his teenage years. spending his eighteenth birthday on the ground and without his mother? it added to the bitterness already resting on his tongue. “yeah. she was a good woman.” at least he could say that. “i miss her.” words were much quieter this time around, vulnerability seeping from every pore of his body.
* PEPPER !
❝ you know what i think ? neglecting sleep is prone to causing lack of bodily functions, and you’re only going to ruin yourself running on fumes. if being tired is an issue, then i’ll find something that will exhaust you. ❞
❝ ----- oh? ❞ that caught his attention. what could she possibly have planned to exhaust him? that definitely got his interest and his brows quirked high up on his forehead, a somewhat smug smile pulling at the corners of his mouth.
* STRANGER !
some things about her dead family she was sensitive to and others she wasn’t. fortunately, this fell in the latter category. “nope.” jessica had never been subtle about her dislike of supposed superheroes and she wasn’t going to start now. people might have considered her one with the things that she occasionally did with her abilities, but she would never do what someone like him did. “go get a life of your own. you don’t need to be stalking this neighborhood like a bad ex.”
“this is my life. have you been living under a rock the past few years or are you just dense?” anyone whose anyone knew who iron man was, knew who was underneath the suit and knew that he wouldn’t stand down. he was stubborn at heart -- that was something he got from both his mother and his father, a trait and characteristic that wouldn’t ever fade, hadn’t faded since he was young. “i think you should be the one getting a life of your own. not even wearing a suit. pretty dangerous if you ask me. means you can get hurt faster.”
* CISCO !
cisco resisted the urge to bounce with excitement as tony took the laptop from him and set himself up to examine the designs that he’d made, sticking his hands into the pocket of his jacket so he didn’t become too fidgety. he moved a little closer to him so that he could stand behind him and watch him look over things, quietly hoping that he’d get some kind of praise from the genius himself. nothing would have made him happier than that. “honestly? i hope so. i’ve been trying to think of something alone but other than putting them in complete isolation without any kind of modern technology, those guys are pretty powerful. they can do a lot of damage to anyone and anything in their way.”
making a durable full body shield was probably the best idea, something that was resistant to most things - that couldn’t be damaged by meta-human powers and that was well wearable, sustainable and didn’t break at the first hit to it. a few quick taps to the computer keyboard and the work was transferred over to his own, which made things a lot easier. he passed the laptop back and moved over to his own desktop, bringing up the specs in the 3D hologram model above the table. “now we can get a better look at the weak spots on the suit. what needs help and what needs to be overhauled completely. you might wanna get some coffee, some food. we’re gonna be here a while.”
* IDIOT !
“ I think the more important question is why you don’t have more than two pouches in your suit. Think of all the fun Iron-Gadgets you could hold !! It’d be a great conversation starter — Hey want to see my pouch ?? ”
“ That kind of conversation starter is the same kind that could get you arrested in the wrong circumstances. Who calls them Iron-Gadgets? They’re just gadgets. They’re not even made of iron. Neither is suit! It’s titanium alloy. ”
* UNIDENTIFIED !
“DON’T YOU THINK THOSE TWO are the most boring of choices??” Eyes practically roll into the back of her head, not even sure how to reply to this. It’s not usual that she gets cocky people second guessing her. “What if my tragic backstory is more creative than that?? Doesn’t seem fair.”
“Something tells me that you’re backstory isn’t as tragic as you make it out to be. Sob stories are so last year - or haven’t you heard?” It probably wasn’t a good idea to be baiting someone that looked like they might kick Tony’s ass, but hey - danger was fun, sometimes. It didn’t hurt that she was incredibly hot. “Alright, alright. Go on. Tell me your sad story. If there’s daddy issues in there, I get brownie points.”
* BARNES !
“ Because — surprise surprise. I’m back in New York. I figured I’d avoid a public display by coming to see you instead of bumping into you on the street. ” Breathe, Barnes. He has a right to be angry, of course he does. Let him throw whatever he needs to at you. “ That and Steve asked me to. Figured we needed to…calm the waters. ”
“ Oh please. Like you’d bump into me on the streets. How often do I go out without bodyguards? ” That wasn’t the right question. The right question to ask was how often did he go out at all? Tony didn’t venture outside much any more, too many triggers and too much noise -- too much of anything, really. “ Oh, did he? The same Steve that knew? ” Come on, Tony, you know he’s a victim - just like you are.
* MEGAN !
her eyes rolled but megan didn’t bother with mustering up any retort to his words. “i’m retired.” at forty, sure. “think that makes it a little hard to be with a company.”
“that still doesn’t answer the question that i asked you. what are you doing here? i’m not taking visitors or curious people.” brow quirked high on his forehead and lips pursed into a thin line.
* PEPPER !
❝ sometime. right. because i never heard that one before- really puts my mind at ease. ❞
❝ y’know, i think you might be the one that needs a few extra hours. sleep deprivation can make you irritated, pep. ❞
* BUCKY !
“ Trust me. Being here is the last thing I want right now. ”
“Which brings me back to the original question, dummy. Why are you here?”
* IDIOT !
“ Oh man I feel you. I’ve just upgraded my suit, added two new pouches for twice the fun, you know ?? ”
“Do I even want to know why you’ve got more than two pouches in your suit? I definitely don’t want to know what purpose that serves.”
* STRANGER !
‘ i-i want sh-sh-shield to stop–stop following me around like i’m-i’m some ki-ki-kind of criminal. i’m nn-not gonna hurt anyone! ’ the words tumble out all at once, and she takes a deep breath before continuing. ‘ it’s their fault my parents are gone. i don’t want them to ruin my life, too. ’
“okay, hold on, freaky pants. if shield is following you, that means you’re either a fugitive - which seems highly unlikely given the fact that even saying the word shield makes you incredibly nervous which leaves me to the second option: you’re a mutant of some kind and you’re being tailed because you could end up being a dangerous threat. am i right?”
* CISCO !
this was pretty much a dream come true as far as cisco was concerned. while he took a great amount of earned pride in the suits that he’d already been able to design for barry and himself ( something that he wouldn’t mention… yet, at least ) there was nothing like what tony stark had made. he was a genius. cisco could be considered one too, sure, but tony had years of experience on him. quickly pulling up the designs on his computer, he turned the device over so that the older male could see them himself. “here’s the most recent design of the flash’s suit. i had to take out some of the tech after dealing with a technopathic. that was a real nightmare.”
the idea of other meta-human’s existing outside of the shield bubble was truly fascinating but terrifying at the same time; knowing that there were people out there that could cause all kinds of problems and do all sorts of damage with no hope of being controlled or stopped. taking the computer easily, tony set it down on the tabletop and pulled up a stool, quickly seating himself to take a brief glance over the designs. a light snort escaped at the idea of dealing with a technopathic; he wondered if there could be a way to shield him from that. “do you think we could put our heads together and come up with a way to deflect that kind of thing? that kind of damage from meta’s?”
* PETER !
peter slinks into the couch, hands clasped in his lap. somehow, he manages to look smaller as if he’s afraid of the repercussions of disagreeing. it doesn’t sound like anything too intense. he LIVES in the stars. it’s nothing he hasn’t seen in person, right? “yeah, totally.” unconvincing. “how long is this, exactly?” he isn’t very good at sitting still.
brows quirk just a little as he watches the other all but sink into his side of the couch, acting like he might be punished for something that he hasn’t actually done. lips press together as he shifts to be a little more comfortable. he wiggles against the couch and starts the first episode, pausing it for a second or two. “it’s a series. lots of episodes.”