[ Oh. Oh, this is the nightmare scenario. Forget the Mandarin for a hot sec (and ignore the tightness in his chest that thought evokes), all that was relatively straightforward. Locate Bad Guy, turn Bad Guy into greasy smear with extreme prejudice, take Pepper to St Bart's and get her a better Christmas present than a fucking stuffed rabbit. But kids?
Kids are a different brand entirely.
It also strikes Tony, while the urge is just there to ollie on out and leave the wild-hellion-corralling to the poor schmuck he's been assigned with, he needs to cultivate some goodwill. A lot of goodwill. Absent money, influence and favors are their own currency, sometimes with a higher value than any gold could buy.
Suck it up, Tony. ]
You got any ideas, friend, I'm all ear– hey, Farnan, Osben, we do not phase through our desks in this class.
AIR TIME
[ Well, it's no cellphone or radio, precisely, but Tony finds the far-casters charming nonetheless. Hopelessly antiquated, hence why his has its guts spilled out across the table while he swaps the housing for something a little more sleek.
Only idly listening to the news, something in the broadcast manages to catch his attention. Casting around, he points at the first person he sees. ]
Hey. You. Yeah, Stranger, do you know about this?
[ Tap-tap-tap of the screwdriver tip against the little speaker, Lord Grejor's sleek, urbane voice tinny through the connection. Tony leans forward over his work, speaking low. ]
The fire in Old Town. What happened there?
B-B-BONUS ROUND
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Tony Stark | MCU | Opal
[ Oh. Oh, this is the nightmare scenario. Forget the Mandarin for a hot sec (and ignore the tightness in his chest that thought evokes), all that was relatively straightforward. Locate Bad Guy, turn Bad Guy into greasy smear with extreme prejudice, take Pepper to St Bart's and get her a better Christmas present than a fucking stuffed rabbit. But kids?
Kids are a different brand entirely.
It also strikes Tony, while the urge is just there to ollie on out and leave the wild-hellion-corralling to the poor schmuck he's been assigned with, he needs to cultivate some goodwill. A lot of goodwill. Absent money, influence and favors are their own currency, sometimes with a higher value than any gold could buy.
Suck it up, Tony. ]
You got any ideas, friend, I'm all ear– hey, Farnan, Osben, we do not phase through our desks in this class.
AIR TIME
[ Well, it's no cellphone or radio, precisely, but Tony finds the far-casters charming nonetheless. Hopelessly antiquated, hence why his has its guts spilled out across the table while he swaps the housing for something a little more sleek.
Only idly listening to the news, something in the broadcast manages to catch his attention. Casting around, he points at the first person he sees. ]
Hey. You. Yeah, Stranger, do you know about this?
[ Tap-tap-tap of the screwdriver tip against the little speaker, Lord Grejor's sleek, urbane voice tinny through the connection. Tony leans forward over his work, speaking low. ]
The fire in Old Town. What happened there?
B-B-BONUS ROUND
[ Please PM if you have any ideas for a thread, I'm easy! ]