*secure encrypted email*
Nov. 29th, 2012 09:40 pmTo: Barton
From: Stark
Subject: not even sure
You still bored there at your not so mile high club?
From: Stark
Subject: not even sure
You still bored there at your not so mile high club?
Thanksgiving! [open to everyone]
Nov. 22nd, 2012 11:42 amFeel free to post any Thanksgiving starts or even summaries here in this nice tidy space! There are many things going on in the tower! Watching of the Macy's Thanksgiving Day Parade (9am - noon-ish) on TV (possibly with some glimpses from a distance from the tower - 6th street is three blocks down from Stark Tower)! Watching of football on TV! If you can wrestle the remote away, there might even be the dog show on TV!
And lots of cooking and baking! Food galore! Luckily, I think Tony talked himself out of deep-frying a turducken, but he got a precooked one as well as bringing enough port glazed gigs with marscopone & proscuitto on almond tuille for everyone.
And lots of cooking and baking! Food galore! Luckily, I think Tony talked himself out of deep-frying a turducken, but he got a precooked one as well as bringing enough port glazed gigs with marscopone & proscuitto on almond tuille for everyone.
Up, up in a cloud [Tony/Clint - Monday]
Nov. 20th, 2012 09:47 pmOnce Clint went down for a nap, it was far too easy for Tony to change their course. Not that he was complaining about easy considering he had been ramping up for a stellar argument to get his way before Clint's laziness saved him the effort. It wasn't that he was purposefully avoiding going home. It was taking advantage of a good opportunity like any good businessman. After all, they had a quinjet and a mission that could take much more time to finish than it had actually taken them. They needed some good R&R and rewards for pulling this mission off without a hitch. Plus if Fury was going to yell at him, he might as well give him more ammo than just dropping off the nukes at the nuclear plant to get dealt with. Warm and tropical sounded like a wonderful thing to get yelled at for.
He was well over the ocean (instead of landing back at NYC) when he heard Clint stirring in the back. "You waking up back there," he called out. "Because if you're just fumbling about to get more comfortable, I might be tempted to bank his baby really hard and send you onto the floor."
He was well over the ocean (instead of landing back at NYC) when he heard Clint stirring in the back. "You waking up back there," he called out. "Because if you're just fumbling about to get more comfortable, I might be tempted to bank his baby really hard and send you onto the floor."
No matter how many times Tony looked at the sample, he still couldn't believe it. Granted, it made all the superpower magic voodoo crap make more sense and gave it a solid basis in good old science, but still... Yeah, the tech SHIELD scooped up was battle was fun and cool and he could easily lose himself in that for a month if he let himself, but this... He'd seen flying space whales and he was still ready to file this under sleep deprived hallucination. Especially considering what his sleep schedule had been like when he had looked intensively at the samples last time.
But Bruce was seeing the same thing. Which could just bump this into mass delusion, but there were enough factors between the two of them that were different that that explanation was less feasible than the biological nanotechnology actually being in the samples. Running a hand over his face, his fingers flew over the keypad as he set up another experiment before glancing over at Bruce. "So, what food are you good at cooking?" he asked, his brain latching onto another topic that had been circling through his head. "I have nothing. Clint has scrambled eggs. Steve has anything he can find on the internet. Darcy has baked goods. What's your specialty? And how do you feel about turduckens?"
But Bruce was seeing the same thing. Which could just bump this into mass delusion, but there were enough factors between the two of them that were different that that explanation was less feasible than the biological nanotechnology actually being in the samples. Running a hand over his face, his fingers flew over the keypad as he set up another experiment before glancing over at Bruce. "So, what food are you good at cooking?" he asked, his brain latching onto another topic that had been circling through his head. "I have nothing. Clint has scrambled eggs. Steve has anything he can find on the internet. Darcy has baked goods. What's your specialty? And how do you feel about turduckens?"
Emails [Wednesday evening]
Nov. 14th, 2012 11:07 pmTo: Rogers, Steve
From: Stark, Tony
Subject: Inquiring minds
Turkey day is fast approaching and I got to thinking.
1. Do you know how to cook a turkey?
2. Are you planning on cooking a turkey (or ten)?
3. Do you have the balls to try cooking a turducken?
4. There's supposed to be other food beside the turkey, right? What else would you be up to cooking?
To: Barton, Clint
From: Stark, Tony
Subject: Come on board the yellow submarine
What's your next few weeks looking like? We need to get this scuba diving trip of ours on the road before those dipshits find a salvage boat that isn't under dry dock to use.
From: Stark, Tony
Subject: Inquiring minds
Turkey day is fast approaching and I got to thinking.
1. Do you know how to cook a turkey?
2. Are you planning on cooking a turkey (or ten)?
3. Do you have the balls to try cooking a turducken?
4. There's supposed to be other food beside the turkey, right? What else would you be up to cooking?
To: Barton, Clint
From: Stark, Tony
Subject: Come on board the yellow submarine
What's your next few weeks looking like? We need to get this scuba diving trip of ours on the road before those dipshits find a salvage boat that isn't under dry dock to use.
Due to the hurricane, the set-up for the party was even more low-key than the last one. The food was more along the lines of store bought munchies, with the exception of Darcy's baked goods, than full out catering. The Halloween decorations were to a minimum, the spooky atmosphere accomplished more with lighting and some appropriately places holograms than actual cheesy things like cobwebs and bedsheet-ghosts. The bar was fully stocked, as always, and had two specialty cocktails for the evening.
When the surprise guests of honor had been there a bit, the cake and brownies with candles were brought out with a round of happy birthday that wasn't too earsplitting.
[Feel free to randomly tag in and have some fun! Also add any cool things you feel like would be at the party.]
When the surprise guests of honor had been there a bit, the cake and brownies with candles were brought out with a round of happy birthday that wasn't too earsplitting.
[Feel free to randomly tag in and have some fun! Also add any cool things you feel like would be at the party.]
Tony took a sip of his scotch as he scrolled through the screen in front of him. All the external generators he'd dropped off at the shelters looked to still be in working order and more importantly, still where they should be. He kept saying he'd just check it one more time before he'd move from the sitting room to the bedroom, but... well, then there'd be another thing that needed checking. Or a new idea he had to write down. A recalculation to make. And he still had some scotch left, which he was nursing very slowly in hopes that it would fight back the urge to fill up the glass again. Which may have been his excuse for the last hour...
He covered his mouth as he yawned. He rolled his eyes when he spotted Gmork mimic the yawn and give him a pointed look from where he was sprawled across his small Captain America shield on the other side of the room. "Don't even try, I'm immune to that look," he said with a snort. "Just have one more thing to finish up, but you're welcome to go back to sleep, you ferocious beast, you."
He covered his mouth as he yawned. He rolled his eyes when he spotted Gmork mimic the yawn and give him a pointed look from where he was sprawled across his small Captain America shield on the other side of the room. "Don't even try, I'm immune to that look," he said with a snort. "Just have one more thing to finish up, but you're welcome to go back to sleep, you ferocious beast, you."
Tony sprawled across the sofa in the common room, his back propped up by multiple pillows against the arm of the couch and one foot resting on the top of the sofa's back. He had a mess metal and wires in his lap and taking up some of the coffee table. He tested the circuits, his attention split between his work and the multiple news feeds on the tv and computer screens. Gmork held his leg captive on the other side of the sofa, growling happily as he attempted to chew at the kid-sized Captain America shield he'd found somewhere in the mansion on Thursday. He should probably be worried about the dog chewing on metal like that, but the pup seemed happy and careful enough that he wasn't hurting himself. Plus, he was an Asgardian dog. They probably get treats of gold or some other crazy shit like that when they got older. Who knew. Personally, Tony found it fitting that Gmork also might lose his baby teeth thanks to the shield. If the pups had baby teeth...
He glanced up at the tv screen and snorted in amusement at another flabbergasted meteorologist trying to predict what this storm was going to do. They more they talked about it, the more Tony wondered if Thor's presence had anything to do with the odd weather, whether the 'god' meant it or not. He wasn't looking forward to the storm preparations. The downfall of the tower and all its windows. But at least they wouldn't have to worry about losing power. Pressing his lips together, he pulled a screen over to him, fingers flying over the display to check up on the arc reactor and also their inventory. Maybe he could come up with some more small portable units...
He glanced up at the tv screen and snorted in amusement at another flabbergasted meteorologist trying to predict what this storm was going to do. They more they talked about it, the more Tony wondered if Thor's presence had anything to do with the odd weather, whether the 'god' meant it or not. He wasn't looking forward to the storm preparations. The downfall of the tower and all its windows. But at least they wouldn't have to worry about losing power. Pressing his lips together, he pulled a screen over to him, fingers flying over the display to check up on the arc reactor and also their inventory. Maybe he could come up with some more small portable units...
Middle of the night - good thing that all the music practice rooms need is a keycode, and you have a little baby Steinway all to yourself. Some are older than others, a little dented around the corners, but there’s one with a nice dry sound right at the end of the hall. He cycles through a couple of pieces, and cycles again, and finally settles on a Rachmaninoff, because why the hell not.
He makes his way through the music with no real intention, skipping and repeating sections at will, and soon he realizes, mostly from the prickle at the back of his neck, that he’s being watched. Again. He smiles and murmurs, ( I was wondering when you'd show up. )
He makes his way through the music with no real intention, skipping and repeating sections at will, and soon he realizes, mostly from the prickle at the back of his neck, that he’s being watched. Again. He smiles and murmurs, ( I was wondering when you'd show up. )
With the hologram working well, Tony had moved onto the next stage. Well, he had been working on the ultimate next stage of the process, but even with his robotics genius, that'd take time. Especially if he wanted the pressure sensors working as close to human as possible. And that didn't even factor in the challenges with the final appearance... But this was another baby step he could take in the mean time and help JARVIS start getting used to being more... contained. Plus any excuse to tinker with a roomba was a good excuse.
Tony hadn't been to the Stark mansion very much since the house in Malibu had been finished and even before then, he had avoided it as much as possible. It had stopped being home when he'd been sent off to boarding school. It was a good place for this experiment though. JARVIS had been installed in a few of the rooms before Tony had gotten bored and wrote the mansion off entirely as a waste of time and not his problem. Which meant it was a perfect transition for the mobile unit. In the tower, JARVIS wasn't limited. He had surveillance feeds, schematics, scans, everything to make it completely easy to navigate through any of the rooms in the tower. Even though his help inside the suit narrowed that focus a little, he still had more information than any human could. But in the older rooms of the mansion, JARVIS would only have the input provided by the roomba's sensors to navigate. Granted, they were much better scanners, cameras, and sensors than any other roomba had a right to have, but still. Limited.
Sitting on the floor, his tongue poked out from between his teeth as he finished one last adjustment before placing the roomba on the floor. "Alright, JARVIS. Ready to try out your land legs? It's all ready for your upload," he said, his eyes glancing between the ceiling and the little roomba, waiting for the familiar holometric image to appear from the display attached to the top of the roomba.
Tony hadn't been to the Stark mansion very much since the house in Malibu had been finished and even before then, he had avoided it as much as possible. It had stopped being home when he'd been sent off to boarding school. It was a good place for this experiment though. JARVIS had been installed in a few of the rooms before Tony had gotten bored and wrote the mansion off entirely as a waste of time and not his problem. Which meant it was a perfect transition for the mobile unit. In the tower, JARVIS wasn't limited. He had surveillance feeds, schematics, scans, everything to make it completely easy to navigate through any of the rooms in the tower. Even though his help inside the suit narrowed that focus a little, he still had more information than any human could. But in the older rooms of the mansion, JARVIS would only have the input provided by the roomba's sensors to navigate. Granted, they were much better scanners, cameras, and sensors than any other roomba had a right to have, but still. Limited.
Sitting on the floor, his tongue poked out from between his teeth as he finished one last adjustment before placing the roomba on the floor. "Alright, JARVIS. Ready to try out your land legs? It's all ready for your upload," he said, his eyes glancing between the ceiling and the little roomba, waiting for the familiar holometric image to appear from the display attached to the top of the roomba.
Emails [Wednesday evening]
Oct. 24th, 2012 09:13 pmTo: Avengers, Tower Residents, SHIELD
From: Stark, Tony
Subject: Howl-o-ween
You are all invited to a frightful fest of fun on Halloween night at the tower. There will be food, candy, drinks, and partying. We'll be starting the party later in the night, around 9 or 10, so that you all can have your Halloween fun. I'm looking at you, Barton. I know you go around egging and TP-ing everyone's houses after stealing all the candy from the unmanned bowls. Since the party will be late on a Wednesday and in the spirit of team building and awesomeness, everyone has Thursday morning off of work. So no excuses. Be here in costume or the hauntings will start!
To: Avengers, Tower Residents, SHIELD (minus Barton, Clint and Hill, Maria)
From: Stark, Tony
Subject: Howl-o-ween part deux
So, all of you, the other part of this shindig is a surprise birthday celebration for two special agents, Maria and Clint. Again, emphasis on surprise, so hence the separate email. It's low key though, so don't worry about presents or anything like that. There'll be cake type things and singing. And maybe some themed drinks. So, again, be there!
To: Lewis, Darcy
From: Stark, Tony
Subject: The Mistress of Baked Goods
Darcy, darling. I was wondering how your brownie making skills are. Normal brownies that is. Also, if they are good, would you be willing to make some brownies for a surprise joint birthday party for Clint and Maria. Well, brownies and a cake. You can get any ingredients you want on my tab and whatever fees you need as well.
To: Bruce the Smart One
From: Tony the Delusional One
Subject: I might be going crazy
Ok, so, haven't been getting much sleep and all, but that usually doesn't affect the whole scientific thought process. It really is amazing how great coffee is.
Anyways. Right. I was looking through the samples from Loki and- I know I have robotics and engineering on the mind, but can you take a look at the sample photos I've attached? Because I swear there is nanotech modules on the cellular level that are acting like they belong there and are built into the actually biology of the cell and that has to be impossible, right? Ok, ignore the whole blood of a 'god' thing and aliens and all those excuses about how impossible doesn't really apply to our normal ideas of the universe and science right now. Because holy shit, I'm going crazy right? Because I keep looking at these photos and wondering if drinking that scotch right before boxing was a good idea.
From: Stark, Tony
Subject: Howl-o-ween
You are all invited to a frightful fest of fun on Halloween night at the tower. There will be food, candy, drinks, and partying. We'll be starting the party later in the night, around 9 or 10, so that you all can have your Halloween fun. I'm looking at you, Barton. I know you go around egging and TP-ing everyone's houses after stealing all the candy from the unmanned bowls. Since the party will be late on a Wednesday and in the spirit of team building and awesomeness, everyone has Thursday morning off of work. So no excuses. Be here in costume or the hauntings will start!
To: Avengers, Tower Residents, SHIELD (minus Barton, Clint and Hill, Maria)
From: Stark, Tony
Subject: Howl-o-ween part deux
So, all of you, the other part of this shindig is a surprise birthday celebration for two special agents, Maria and Clint. Again, emphasis on surprise, so hence the separate email. It's low key though, so don't worry about presents or anything like that. There'll be cake type things and singing. And maybe some themed drinks. So, again, be there!
To: Lewis, Darcy
From: Stark, Tony
Subject: The Mistress of Baked Goods
Darcy, darling. I was wondering how your brownie making skills are. Normal brownies that is. Also, if they are good, would you be willing to make some brownies for a surprise joint birthday party for Clint and Maria. Well, brownies and a cake. You can get any ingredients you want on my tab and whatever fees you need as well.
To: Bruce the Smart One
From: Tony the Delusional One
Subject: I might be going crazy
Ok, so, haven't been getting much sleep and all, but that usually doesn't affect the whole scientific thought process. It really is amazing how great coffee is.
Anyways. Right. I was looking through the samples from Loki and- I know I have robotics and engineering on the mind, but can you take a look at the sample photos I've attached? Because I swear there is nanotech modules on the cellular level that are acting like they belong there and are built into the actually biology of the cell and that has to be impossible, right? Ok, ignore the whole blood of a 'god' thing and aliens and all those excuses about how impossible doesn't really apply to our normal ideas of the universe and science right now. Because holy shit, I'm going crazy right? Because I keep looking at these photos and wondering if drinking that scotch right before boxing was a good idea.
IHTFP [Tony - Wednesday afternoon-ish]
Oct. 24th, 2012 08:34 pmmore co-writing with N and NSFW-ish behind the cut
It's a long fucking climb up to A entry after a fire alarm.
He could take the elevator up instead of the stairs, but everyone is taking the elevator, and he's not in the mood to deal with everyone at 2:30 in the morning. So he takes the stairs, slowly but surely, until he gets to his room and chucks his coat and pants over his chair.
"You're late," the young man says, sprawled in boxers and a thin shirt on the twin bed - his twin bed - and Tony rolls his eyes. He’ll need to talk to his supposed bodyguards about this... “Took your time?”
( Tony thinks of something to say, but he never gets that far. )
It's a long fucking climb up to A entry after a fire alarm.
He could take the elevator up instead of the stairs, but everyone is taking the elevator, and he's not in the mood to deal with everyone at 2:30 in the morning. So he takes the stairs, slowly but surely, until he gets to his room and chucks his coat and pants over his chair.
"You're late," the young man says, sprawled in boxers and a thin shirt on the twin bed - his twin bed - and Tony rolls his eyes. He’ll need to talk to his supposed bodyguards about this... “Took your time?”
( Tony thinks of something to say, but he never gets that far. )
co-written with N. ^-^ A bit NSFW behind the cut
The building is almost always open - and even if it’s not, Tony always finds a way in. His advisor says he shouldn't work alone; he meets the old man half-way and at least keeps his two-in-the-morning activities to the circuit labs, where there’s nothing more than a soldering iron and a few test volts. Child’s play, but it’s better than sitting bored in his dorm room. Especially since he needs to bribe one of the legal seniors to buy him booze again.
( From the window he can see the back of the Great Dome, all lit up and free of hackers tonight. )
The building is almost always open - and even if it’s not, Tony always finds a way in. His advisor says he shouldn't work alone; he meets the old man half-way and at least keeps his two-in-the-morning activities to the circuit labs, where there’s nothing more than a soldering iron and a few test volts. Child’s play, but it’s better than sitting bored in his dorm room. Especially since he needs to bribe one of the legal seniors to buy him booze again.
( From the window he can see the back of the Great Dome, all lit up and free of hackers tonight. )
To: Barton, Clint
From: Stark, Tony
Subject: Take Aim
How do you feel about drinking on Mondays? Because I seem to have wandered onto the archery range and I seem to have forgotten a bottle of booze.
From: Stark, Tony
Subject: Take Aim
How do you feel about drinking on Mondays? Because I seem to have wandered onto the archery range and I seem to have forgotten a bottle of booze.
Tony wasn't really sure when Friday had turned into Saturday. Well, he knew when it happened considering the time displays, but actually having a memory of that time passing was another matter. He headed up to the kitchen, his stomach wanting a snack and the flavor of coffee from the public kitchen and his body needing to move after being hunched over his workbench. He didn't realize that Gmork was following him until the pup trotted past him to the living room with purpose. He frowned, glancing in the direction of the kitchen and the glorious coffee maker before his curiosity got the better of him and he headed towards the living room as well.
He stopped in the entryway to the living room as soon as he saw what had gotten Gmork's attention. Interesting... His eyes narrowed as he leaned against the wall and studied the 'god'. It wasn't an image he saw often where Loki was concerned (even if the puppy flopping down next to him ruined the image a bit), but he was pretty sure he recognized it from experience. It looked like an honest to goodness sulk. Likely one rival even his own. Which couldn't be good... Sulks never led to anything good.
"You want me to get you some eyeliner and toss on some Evanescence?" he asked as he raised his eyebrows. "You have the nails done perfectly after all. Or are you more of a Dashboard Confessional sort?"
He stopped in the entryway to the living room as soon as he saw what had gotten Gmork's attention. Interesting... His eyes narrowed as he leaned against the wall and studied the 'god'. It wasn't an image he saw often where Loki was concerned (even if the puppy flopping down next to him ruined the image a bit), but he was pretty sure he recognized it from experience. It looked like an honest to goodness sulk. Likely one rival even his own. Which couldn't be good... Sulks never led to anything good.
"You want me to get you some eyeliner and toss on some Evanescence?" he asked as he raised his eyebrows. "You have the nails done perfectly after all. Or are you more of a Dashboard Confessional sort?"
Tony want Big Boom [Tony/Natasha/Phil]
Oct. 10th, 2012 05:40 pmco-written with ![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
natashka, takes place Monday night (10/8/12)
Natasha hadn't been sure what to expect from this mission. It wasn't her first time to Uzbekistan. Or even her second or third. The mountains were familiar from her days in the former USSR. She had memories of Soviet military outposts and bases scattered throughout the countryside, mental blueprints from twenty years ago that she could pull up. There might have been changes, but it gave them a place to start.
Unfortunately, it wasn't enough of a start. Her first two recon trips after they'd landed hadn't yielded any details on where the uranium was stored, which was a frustrating start to the mission. Regrouping with Phil and Tony at the safehouse, they considered alternate plans. It didn’t take long to figure out that while the intel was solid, there were too many possible locations and not enough clues to narrow it down quickly.
( smoke them out )
natashka, takes place Monday night (10/8/12) Natasha hadn't been sure what to expect from this mission. It wasn't her first time to Uzbekistan. Or even her second or third. The mountains were familiar from her days in the former USSR. She had memories of Soviet military outposts and bases scattered throughout the countryside, mental blueprints from twenty years ago that she could pull up. There might have been changes, but it gave them a place to start.
Unfortunately, it wasn't enough of a start. Her first two recon trips after they'd landed hadn't yielded any details on where the uranium was stored, which was a frustrating start to the mission. Regrouping with Phil and Tony at the safehouse, they considered alternate plans. It didn’t take long to figure out that while the intel was solid, there were too many possible locations and not enough clues to narrow it down quickly.
( smoke them out )
Tony covered a yawn with the back of his hand as he headed towards Bruce's lab. He'd managed to sleep on the quinjet on the way back after sending Bruce an email that he was heading home, but it had still been a tough few days, although likely more mentally than physically. Not that he couldn't feel the soreness settling in already and knew it would only get worse the next day. Even more reason to relax today with some good experimentation and science. Ok, very loose science at this point, but still science.
Entering Bruce's lab, he grinned widely as he held a bag of food up. "Time for your fashion show, Bruce," he said before laughing as Gmork came galloping up with a series of yips. He knelt down and rolled his eyes when the puppy put his paws on his knee, seemed to give his new short-haired look a critical inspection and dismissive snort, and then made a lunge for the bag of food. Tony lifted his hand high and shook his head. "Oh no, not for you. This is people food." He ruffled the puppy's fur for a few more moments before standing up. "So, you ready? Or do you need to wrap up your work at all?"
Entering Bruce's lab, he grinned widely as he held a bag of food up. "Time for your fashion show, Bruce," he said before laughing as Gmork came galloping up with a series of yips. He knelt down and rolled his eyes when the puppy put his paws on his knee, seemed to give his new short-haired look a critical inspection and dismissive snort, and then made a lunge for the bag of food. Tony lifted his hand high and shook his head. "Oh no, not for you. This is people food." He ruffled the puppy's fur for a few more moments before standing up. "So, you ready? Or do you need to wrap up your work at all?"
Happy dropped them all off at the Norwood Club in the larger Rolls Royce Phantom a few minutes after the 6:30 supposed start time of the Help by Design event for the I AM Love campaign. The weather was getting that fall chill to it, made worse by the humidity in the air. Without rain in the immediate forecast, a few heat lamps had been added to the outside table areas for some warmth.
Inside there were tables set up along the edges of the rooms, covered with various silent charity items from framed artwork to jewelry to vip tickets to events along with their numbers, descriptions, and sign up sheets. There was also a few racks of clothing also for option. Waitstaff weaved through the crowds with plates of hors d'oeuvres and glasses of champagne. A DJ was playing music although it was a little hard to find a dance floor through all the mingling people. The large table in what was usually the dining room of the club had been moved out so that the room could be turned into a pop-up spa.
Tony had gotten them a VIP table, with reserved seating for the four of them and a private bottle of champagne. Being so used to these sort of events, he knew the benefit of having a guaranteed place to sit.
Inside there were tables set up along the edges of the rooms, covered with various silent charity items from framed artwork to jewelry to vip tickets to events along with their numbers, descriptions, and sign up sheets. There was also a few racks of clothing also for option. Waitstaff weaved through the crowds with plates of hors d'oeuvres and glasses of champagne. A DJ was playing music although it was a little hard to find a dance floor through all the mingling people. The large table in what was usually the dining room of the club had been moved out so that the room could be turned into a pop-up spa.
Tony had gotten them a VIP table, with reserved seating for the four of them and a private bottle of champagne. Being so used to these sort of events, he knew the benefit of having a guaranteed place to sit.
Emails [very early Sunday morning]
Oct. 7th, 2012 02:04 amTo: Bruce the Man
From: Tony the Poker
Subject: 'vacation'
First off, I better not be getting any answers to this email until midday because you should be in a very pleasant sexcoma still. If not, I'm going to have to give Natasha a talking to.
Onto the main email reason. I'm going to be away for a bit on 'business'. Keep an eye on Gmork, will you? Make sure he keeps being a good boy in following the lab rules and gets plenty of treats.
Also, warning, we are trying out the pants as soon as I come back. I have a feeling I might need some fun science time and what can be funner science than that? Ok, there's plenty of just a fun science, but humor me.
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To: Rhodey the Worrier
From: Here's Comes Trouble Stark
Subject: Away
Because I seem to remember lectures about you hating finding out about these things after the fact, especially from military higher ups and who knows what intel is going where, I'm going to be away for a bit. Before you start worrying, I'm not flying solo since SHIELD seems to be just as interested in the matter as I am.
Be good and make sure New York City doesn't burn down while I'm away, alright?
From: Tony the Poker
Subject: 'vacation'
First off, I better not be getting any answers to this email until midday because you should be in a very pleasant sexcoma still. If not, I'm going to have to give Natasha a talking to.
Onto the main email reason. I'm going to be away for a bit on 'business'. Keep an eye on Gmork, will you? Make sure he keeps being a good boy in following the lab rules and gets plenty of treats.
Also, warning, we are trying out the pants as soon as I come back. I have a feeling I might need some fun science time and what can be funner science than that? Ok, there's plenty of just a fun science, but humor me.
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To: Rhodey the Worrier
From: Here's Comes Trouble Stark
Subject: Away
Because I seem to remember lectures about you hating finding out about these things after the fact, especially from military higher ups and who knows what intel is going where, I'm going to be away for a bit. Before you start worrying, I'm not flying solo since SHIELD seems to be just as interested in the matter as I am.
Be good and make sure New York City doesn't burn down while I'm away, alright?
