random scenario meme

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THE RANDOM SCENARIO MEME 3.0

- Post your character, name, and series in the subject. Include any preferences as well.
- Go to RNG and enter 1-7 for a scene type, and 1-20 for a scene to play out.
- Have fun!

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Tony Stark | Iron Man/Avengers | OTA

[nottheworsthing]

[Slash/het/gen all cool, crossovers welcome, no smut without previous CR please]

[nottheworsthing]

Maybe [He's already moving to intercept, and one way or another, this is really going to suck] You'd better get clear.

[msrogers]

If you need a better range, we can use my shield to cover a wider area. [But she's moving out of the area already]

[nottheworsthing]

[Now the problem here is that he really doesn't have the sort of firepower necessary to take out a jet. But he has a few advantages. The first is that the armor's minimal radar cross-section means he can be on top of them before they see him coming. He shoots towards the first jet, trailing light behind him like a comet, and manages to catch the lip of the diffuser before the pilot realizes what's happening.

The pilot rolls, trying to shake him off, but it's already too late. Because his second advantage is knowing in intimate detail precisely the most efficient way to cripple a jet. He drives one armor-clad fist straight into the compressor, hissing between his teeth as the shock of pain reverberates up his arm, and shoves himself clear of the incipient disaster. With its blades shattered the engine rips itself apart; the explosion blossoms across the sky like a flower]

[msrogers]

She makes sure that everyone else has cleared the path so that the jet debris wouldn't take anyone out. She sees an agent trapped beneath rubble and runs back in to free him from it] Tony! Tony, can you hear me? Area's clear down here!

[nottheworsthing]

One down, one to go [He's trying to chase the second jet down, but it gained a lot of distance on him while he was taking the first one out. He's not sure he can catch it in time. There's a distinctly pained note to his voice, as though the reply is coming from between clenched teeth] You're definitely all clear?

[msrogers]

[She heads back to the safeline and can hear the pain in his voice] Yeah, we're all clear. Do you need back up? [Already, she's heading for one of their jets and buckling herself in.]

[nottheworsthing]

...what, air support? Seriously? They've come a long way since the spitfire, Capsicle [He won't say no to any help he can get right now, but he's skeptical of Steph's ability to operate a microwave, let alone a state of the art fighter jet]

[msrogers]

[She comes in a little bit more clear now due to the jet's connection] Lucky that I'm a fast learner for some things, then. [Seemed pretty easy enough and she's airborn]

3:4...at least a bit less horrid than the others?

[stillnotlegolas]

{At first, Tony might not notice anything different about his work space. It's the way he left it, things all in the right place, tools as he had them out, robots where they were left, desk seemingly unharmed. It's when he looks at the back of his chair that he might notice the glaring difference, or at least, the disturbance.

Perched precariously on leather is a bird, who is having hard time of things as his weight keeps throwing off the balance of the seat and he keeps having to flap to get it back up to steady.

He's going to give you a very dry look, Tony, that you might find incredibly familiar. And then, a sardonic, but familiar voice that echoes in your head}

:And they said that last mission was almost without risk--:

...RNG hates us

[nottheworsthing]

[Tony spends a few moments staring blankly at the bird. There's a bird in his workshop. Why is there a bird in his workshop? And how is the bird managing to look sarcastic? And then there's a voice in his head and he gives the only remotely appropriate response, which is;]

...you've gotta be fucking kidding me.

[stillnotlegolas]

{He's just going to give you a look, Tony, but, of course, that's when the chair decides to tip back again, making him flap his wings rather desperately to stay perched. His talons dig into the material and sorry Tony, there's going to be puncture marks. A lot of them. Landing wasn't exactly his strongest suit}

:You know what you shouldn't do? Piss of Native American gods. Just--you should skip that. When they're talking and you try and be smart, well. I have feathers:

[nottheworsthing]

[He'll probably bitch about it later, but right now...well, if he can't understand the situation he might as well be amused by it. He smirks and says innocently] It's a good look for you.

[stillnotlegolas]

{His eyes narrow slightly, if that were possible, and he fixes that stare on Tony, clacking that impossibly strong beak once, by way of warning}

:I'm going to gouge your skull with these knives on my feet:

[nottheworsthing]

You don't wanna do that. Then who would you hang with? Capsicle would freak, Natasha would laugh herself sick...

[stillnotlegolas]

{Tony has a point, of course he does, which is why Clint had come here instead of to any of the others. Cap would lose his mind if he saw that one of his team mates had been shifted into another form all together, Nat would laugh and then probably try to throw things at him to see how well he'd adapted, Bruce--depending on who was at home--would either prod him in the name of science or try and swat him like a fly, and Clint is never sure what's going on in Thor's mind.

Yeah, Tony was his best bet.

This chair is getting impossibly annoying though, and he's going to talk with you about the whole reclining thing when he's human again, but as it is he launches himself off the back of the seat and heads for the desk two feet away...which mostly ends with him trying to wrap his feet around the edge--and then falling ungracefully to the floor as he overshoots, skidding a few inches on the slick concrete. Fucking landings}

:A little help, here?: