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In The End
It’s been quiet lately though Tony isn’t quite sure if the bad guys have actually taken a vacation of if Fury has secretly grounded him for the whole nasty stunt with the Mandarin. It hadn’t been one of his brightest moments, but in his defense he was pretty much running off of caffeine and nearly losing a member of his little misfit family had sent him over the edge. He’d acted out. He’d called out a supervillian and terrorist on national television and given him and everyone else his home address. Mansion was gone and lessons were learned the hard way.
And damn New York was a lot colder than he remembered it this time of year…or maybe that was just the ice pack he was holding to his shoulder after a mild (really it wasn’t /that/ bad) incident while calibrating his newest edition flight regulators.
Note for the future….need softer ceilings.
Old and half empty pizza and take out boxes were piled high on one of the back tables along with the remnants of way to many sodas and red bull cans to keep them company. A fresh pack of menthols sat beside him as several holographic projections surrounded him in his seat.
“Let’s reduce the power by ten percent and rewire…”
As he spoke the suit plans on screen slowly modified to follow his directions.
“Sir, Agent Barton is in route…should I allow him access?”
Tony leaned back in his seat, lips pressed together as he shrugged his shoulders. Maybe this would be the revilement from boredom he was looking for. An end to the quiet.
“Sure why the hell not…open up, J! Please tell me that you brought me something good from..that secret mission in that secret place I'm not suppose to know about."

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He drops a sack with a thump on the table next to him. Its got the shape like the thing inside is a head.
And whats inside is exactly that. A drone head. Its got a fierce and ugly battle mask for a face but its the eyes and the nuero network that is worth investigating. He taps it tiredly. "These bitches were smart. Have fun. But be quiet about it. Not supposed to have liberated it from the evidence cache."
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It would actually take quite a bit to throw Tony into one of his moods. Usually it was Steve that sent him into one of his sulking moments. The subject of Howard was a big ‘no go’ in the rulebook of how to deal with Stark, one that apparently the Captain had yet to read. Things were better though or semi better now that Steve was out of the tower and off on his own self-discovery adventure or whatever the hell Fury had him on.
Was he feeling dramatic today?
Yes he was.
“Yup. I’m offended.”
Tony pulled the ice pack from his shoulder and threw it in the nearest trashcan, leaning over the steel table.
“Come on, Barton. Give me something. I’m here sitting on the sidelines while the rest of you all get to have fun…I have to live vicariously through you. Are you really going to take that away from me?”
Puppy dog brown eyes. It was one of his best tactics and something that even Pepper had a hard time ignoring and she had been dealing with his bullshit for years now.
“Tell me or I’m going to have to resort to drastic measure that we both know are going to annoy the hell out of you..."
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“Those don’t apply to me and you …”
Rights. Common Rights that so many people take for granted. Things that the Avengers no longer have.
“We’re different.”
The sad truth of it is that he /is/ right. Superheroes. Living Life in the public. People tend to look at them at them differently. Forget that they are human beings too.
“I’m already on Fury’s shit list as it.”
No wonder why he hasn’t called. No wonder why he’s been stuck here for so long.
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