o2 ❂ video + action

[ironmanic]

[Tony is dicking around in what looks to be a junkyard, wearing a beat-up tank top with a funny blue glow right in the center. There are piles of trash here and there, but most importantly is the pile of metal sitting right next to the device, gleaming in all its...dirty junkiness

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[ruthless_hunter]

[What a coincidence that Lockdown happens to be driving up to that junkyard. He parks nearby and sends his human hologram-avatar out to scout.

Oh ho, what have we here? A familiar face.]

Ya' come up looking for temporary patchwork slag, and look who I find.

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[ironmanic]

Hey! If it isn't--

[He forgot Lockdown's name.]

-Tornado Drill Man.

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[ruthless_hunter]

[The avatar rolls its red eyes.]

Lockdown, genius.

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[ironmanic]

Same thing.

[Le shrug. And he gazes upon Lockdown's ~majestic physique~ some more]

Don't happen to have any scraps, do you?

[He's impressed.]

[waitedforyears]

Did you just call yourself Daddy?

[ironmanic]

This stuff?

[He points to the pile of metal]

Will soon become the closest equivalent to a child I'll ever have. So, yes. Daddy.

[waitedforyears]

Really? How's that work?

[ironmanic]

If all else fails, I make robots to get my coffee in the morning. They even talk back sometimes.

[Video: (also known as some day I'll stop stalking...fffyeahright)

[char_he_mcgee]

[Charlie's watching, more curious about the glow but really it's none of her concern at the moment. She has something to say.]

Did I ever tell you I was a pyrokinetic?

[Yes, Tony. This is very relevant to your interests. At least, she likes to hope so.]

When I was much younger, and not the recent version of 'much younger' this time, I could generate upwards of twenty=thousand degrees of spot heat within a few seconds. If you need it, let me know.

[Video; nope because these two will thread forever] 1/2

[ironmanic]

Charlie! You know, you have wondering timing, I-

[Video]

[ironmanic]

...Rewind. Repeat. What?

[video]

[char_he_mcgee]

Pyrokinetic. Twenty-thousand degrees of spot heat. Though, that was when I was eleven. It may have changed some since.

[She just really wants to make things go boom Tony is that so bad?]

[ voice ]

[the_dawnster]

Ohmigod, Tony. You're back! I still have your stuff here. ALL your stuff. Except for a lot of the liquor, I kind of went on a binge one night and -- not the point. But it's all still here!

[ voice ]

[ironmanic]

I--

[It's not often Tony Stark's at a loss for words. But here he is.]

--am back, yes. That is correct. For a total of eight unforgettable days, it's like a vacation, really. I'd prefer Venice, but this'll have to do.

[Pause.]

...So, I realize this might sound a little rude, and you'll have to forgive me. Jetlagged, you know.

But who are you? And are you legal. That's important. Very important.

[ voice ]

[the_dawnster]

[Ohhhh another one with no memory. Dawn is really racking up the points on friends who leave and don't remember her when they come back. Luckily, this is making her a professional at dealing with the whole not being remembered thing so she deals with this one in stride -- so far.]

Oh! Okay. So I'm Dawn Summers. You and I were friends only not in a kinky way, more in a mentor kind of way -- okay so there were a few times where you hit on me but that was more fun than creepy. Yes, legally an adult. No, not legal to drink you alcohol although I don't really think that matters here in the City cause no one said a thing about it to me besides my older sister but she's always all judgmental ms. bossy mcbosserson so whatever.

[Deep breath.] Anyway! Totally not rude. So you were here in the City for and I worked for you. I was a secretary to you and Natasha. The two of you built a corporation here called City Solutions and in the basement you have an assortment of cars and your suits and you both left me a lot of money -- which

[ voice ]

[ironmanic]

[There are so many words. But for once in his life, he listens, taking in every name and detail and-- nearly choking and dying when she mentions his suits. He's read about City Solutions from searching the Network archives, but he hadn't really pursued that path quite yet. He wanted his suit first and foremost.

And here this girl had them. More than one by the sound of it. And cars. This was his lucky day. City Solutions is a corporation? Might mean he has a workroom somewhere. And resources. And sweet, sweet technology.]

Miss Dawn Summers. It's a pleasure to meet you-- again, apparently.

Keep the booze and the money. If I know myself at all - and I like to think I know myself fairly well at this point - I'll make it all back within the month. First, though. The suits. How many, where, and when. If you would be so kind.

Confused? Not at all. Vaguely alarmed? Possibly.

[punchedhitler]

You can't have my shield.

[ironmanic]

Steve, I'm hurt. Absolutely wounded.

[Hand over his heart. Faux puppy dog frown]

[punchedhitler]

I need it!

[ironmanic]

Yes, yes. What's Captain America without his iconic shield? Rarest metal on earth my ass- different dimension, different world. If I can find any traces of it here, I can make a god damn tank out of it if I wanted.

Not that tanks are en vogue right now anyway. Or in my field of work these days.

Anyway.

[Tony ramble.]