o2 ❂ video + action
[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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[At least she's good at faking it to make it, albeit a bit clumsily at times. They walk into the main foyer, a big open space with glass walls to let all the light (or dark) in. Stairwells go up either side to a balcony that overlooks the foyer and above that is the however many other floors there are.]
Your offices are on the very top floor. But I'll show you your stuff first. It's all protected down in the basement like super secret agent type protection. The only people ever allowed down there were you, Natasha and myself and since you've been all MIA there was just me.
[She moves to an elevator labeled 'Authorized Personel Only'. Leaning in, she allows the retinal scan. The doors slide open and they step inside. After the doors close, JARVIS chimes in with a request for voice activation to get the elevator to start descending.]
Dawn Summers. [The elevator starts to move down.] Oh and hey! JARVIS, look who's here! It's To- [She realizes that this Tony might not like her being so familiar with him and quickly clears her throat and corrects herself.] Mr. Stark!
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Welcome back, sir.
[JARVIS, despite being an AI, sounds remarkably sarcastic and exasperated. And Tony is practically grinning - damn it feels good to be back. Sort of back. In a not-really-back kind of way. Whatever- he has JARVIS, his company, and apparently a cute secretary to go along with the entire package. Perfect.]
And please- you had it right the first time. Just Tony.
[So he trusted Natasha enough to allow her access to his basements? Sounds reasonable enough. They were playing on the same team, now. The same organization. They'd have to work together from now on.]
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[The elevator comes to a stop and the doors open to Tony's secret lab. There are several sleek looking cars that Tony had commissioned from one of the mechanics in the City along the far wall. Lots of tables and machinery a few half built suits. And locked away in two glass cases were two completed Iron Man suits.]
Just as you left it. All your shiny pretty things in a hermetically sealed room.
[She points to the massive double doors that lock out a concrete path that leads up out of the basement and into the City above them.] That's the way to drive out. You really have a lot of cool stuff down here. Even these...
[At one of the tables she opens up a long wooden box that has three separate arc reactors.] You know, just in case. You said just in case, awhile back. But I've never had to -- you know. [Her nose wrinkles just a little bit.] But I know how! In theory.
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[Tony immediately felt right at home - not quite as much as his workroom back home, but close enough. The suits are gleaming in their usual, immaculate craftsmanship. The cars are made just the way he likes them.
So he really was here. And he really doesn't remember.
He raises an eyebrow at the box of arc reactors - and at her theoretically knowing how to-- yeah.]
How long have we known each other again?
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[This ramble and topic rollercoaster is brought to you by the letter D and the number 17. Thank you. However, Dawn has suddenly realized that she is indeed rambling and indeed has changed the subject several times. Oops. While the old Tony had called it quirky and endearing, this Tony isn't really used to her yet.
She clears her throat and moves across the room to one of the walls where she punches in another code on a pad on the wall. The wall slides away to reveal a bedroom. Tony's bedroom. And of course it's decorated with only the finest things.]
Your room. A closet in there against the far wall has your suits in it. I can uhm... pick up the dry cleaning on Friday and bring it back in Monday?
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He waves his hand a bit dismissively.]
Fortunately, there are plenty of places to get a nice glass of scotch, have a the liquor cabinet as long as you poor me a glass, too.
And the dry cleaning? Forget about it for now.
[He's going to be trapped in his workroom for a long time. And bedroom attached to it? Best idea ever. His previous self was a genius, if he did say so himself.]
But if you could deliver a dozen glazed donuts to one Steve Rogers, that would be great.
[He pauses. Then looks at her.]
Secretary. Personal assistant. Administrative assistant. You're one of those things, right?
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[After digging through the oversized bag slung over her shoulder, she comes up with a notepad and a purple glitter pen with which she writes down 'glazed donuts to Steve Rogers'.]
Anything else you need done?
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[A note of his own for the future - for anything and everything, ask Miss Dawn Summers whom he once trusted and, now, can't see why he wouldn't trust her again.
She's cute, too. That's definitely a plus.]
You've managed to find me everything I've been hunting for the past week. If you ever decide to leave me, which I hope you don't, you'll receive stunning recommendations. Thousands of them.
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