Mk III: Joyride

[thecoolexec]

Uptown Mayfield | Afternoon | Open to All

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[thataccent]

[Blowing up street signs, real nice, Tony.

Amy ducks to avoid a bit of debris.]

Oy! Watch where you're shooting, you big-- metal-- thing! [Big metal thing. Very nice.] People're walking here!

[thecoolexec]

Really? Huh, coulda sworn the area was clear. The scanning interface in this thing must need tweaking. That's good to know. Thanks!

[thataccent]

[WHOA OKAY IT TALKS.

Good to know it's not just. A hunk of metal causing problems.]

There actually a person in there? [Curious Amy is still...grumpy but curious. The suit definitely isn't the strangest thing she's ever seen, but it's neat nonetheless.]

[thecoolexec]

There's not just ANY person in here. There's a Tony Stark in here. THE Tony Stark.

[Tony gives Amy a quick gander and it's enough for him to come to one conclusion: YOWZA! He takes a few steps in her direction.]

[thataccent]

Is that name supposed to mean something? [Whoa hey big metal thing walking towards her. Not cool. How does she know something isn't going to misfire or go haywire or...something because apparently he's still testing things out.]

[thecoolexec]

....

[He pops open the helmet, revealing a slightly disappointed and confused face.]

Well, usually that name is worth a million bucks, but my celebrity has taken a beating since I landed in this place.

[thataccent]

[Oh, well, man inside the suit is cute. At least he's not some creepy...alien thing.]

Back where you're from you're some big shot, yeah? [Sorry, Tony. Amy doesn't read comics.]

[thecoolexec]

((NO ONE DOES, DAMN IT HE'S FAMOUS N' SHIT! :P ))

[This little cutie reminds him of Pepper. Man, nothin' better than a redhead. Except maybe a full-figured Italian.]

Eh. I'm the CEO of Stark Industries in Manhattan, New York City, New York. America. ...Earth.

...Milky Way Galaxy? God, I don't know how far I have to go in introductions here.

[thataccent]

[EYE ROLLING AT HIM SO HARD RIGHT NOW.]

I know where New York is. [Gosh, she's Scottish, not an Extra Terrestrial.] I've just never heard of you -- or "Stark Industries", and whatever it is you do there. [Fly around tin suits, it looks like so far.]

[thecoolexec]

Okay, okay... I don't know, I met someone from CLEARLY Not-Earth, and a demon bartender, also, so you can never be too sure.

Still, we're a pretty big company...

Enough about Big Apples! Now, do I detect a slight Scottish brogue in you? Not enough to be impenetrable, but present enough to be endearing?

[thataccent]

[More eyerolling. But he does get a little grin out of her.]

I'm Scottish, yeah. Nicely done; do you want an award?

[thecoolexec]

Only if you autograph it for me with your cell number. Or, if it's fast food, I have SERIOUSLY been craving some Burger King.
[Have a roguish grin back at ya.]

[thataccent]

Aha- no, don't think so.

I think you're out of luck with that Burger King, too. Haven't seen one around here. [But ew burger king why.

...he's so American.]

[thecoolexec]

[That smile...! Tony is quietly making her priority number one now. Number two is A FRIGGIN' WHOPPER WITH CHEESE, DAMN IT he's hungry. ...Number three is getting out of here. Number three? Really? Priorities...]

Absence makes the heart grow fonder. I don't think you gave your name, Miss...?

[thataccent]

[Sorry, Tony, but she's married.]

Pond. Amy Pond. S'pose it's nice to meet you, Mister Stark.

[thecoolexec]

[Then he'll play the game on Hard Mode.]

Really? You sound uncertain of that.