May 17, 2010 18:30
[Tony scrubs a hand over his face and back through his hair. It's been a long night of press snippets, photo ops and hand shaking. He's had entirely too much champagne and not yet enough scotch. The bruising and cuts on his face from the fight with Ivan are almost healed. He loosens his tie finally opening his eyes only to realize he is not in his drive way.
Or even Malibu. He catches sight of the tablet on the lip of the fountain and picks it up, presses some buttons, obviously trying to get a certain result.]
JARVIS. What are my coordinates?
[At first it's a command he expects to be followed. When there's no answering blip or British accent. He presses some more buttons]
JARVIS?
[This is a question and there's an old panic that takes wing inside his chest, hammering and if his heart were anything but an arc reactor it would be racing. He takes stock of himself; still in his tuxedo, still evening but the buildings here are not any he recognizes. There's a fountain and a ticking that he can't be certain is even real]
Miss Potts?
[At least she wasn't kidnapped with him. That's a comfort.]
I assure you holding me for ransom isn't a good idea. Stark Industries has a strict policy about terrorists. You see, we blow them up.
arrival,
i don't like being kidnapped,
where is jarvis