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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[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.
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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 ( ... )
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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.
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[She pauses a moment, briefly worrying that giving over the suits and everything might not be brilliant. This guy could be an impostor. Not that he sounds like an impostor. No, he sounds just like the Tony she remembers.]
Okay so, meet me at City Solutions and I can give you a key card and codes to everything? You lived there. All your things are there. And maybe you can take over again and I can still have a job?
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He grins. Thank god she's legal.]
It's still standing, money's good, business is good. You enjoy running the place?
Give me half an hour. I'll be there on the dot- not a minute later.
[Except that's a lie. But yes. He'll be there- dressed in something a little nicer than a beat up tank top.]
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[Dawn, however is a little early. So when he gets there, she's standing outside the tall sky-scraper building in jeans with furry boots that come up over the legs of them to her thighs. She has on a thick coat with the hood pulled up. And she's idly dancing from foot to foot to keep herself warm and moving.
When he arrives, she gives him a quick wave and turns to unlock the glass double doors.] Hi hi! I'm Dawn.
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[He spreads his arms out in greeting before they fall to his sides, slip into his pockets. The building is, well, enormous. Not anything he isn't used to, but he has to wonder just what his previous self was up to. A lot, apparently. He'll have to look into that. And hopefully his previous self had all the files saved.]
We can talk positions later. For now- a grand tour?
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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 ( ... )
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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 ( ... )
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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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