Mk 1: "The Morning After All The Mornings After"
A | Action | Cunningham Lane | Open To All
There were no models sleeping by Tony's left side when he woke up in bed that morning. Even worse: there were no models on his right side. There was A Woman lying next to him, which at first placated him, until he realized he could have done better. Probably. Then he was just disappointed in himself.
Looking around him, he made observations. His pajamas were not his; some sort of cheap starchy flannel things. His underwear was DEFINITELY not his. He hadn't worn briefs since the 5th grade, when he learned there was a whole wide world full of silk boxers just waiting for him. The sheets, bed, room, windows, picture frames were all foreign. It looked like the set bedroom of some hokey old TV show.
Panicked, he groped around on the nightstand for his cardiovascular equipment or tool kits, but found neither. This was bad. Without those, he would be doomed if anything should happen to his...... heart.
He ripped open his shirt and tapped at his chest. Where the hell is his arc reactor heart? Who was digging around in his chest!?
Tony charged down the stairs and through the front door to stare in wonder at Mayfield. Now he's standing outside, barefoot, shirt open, wondering just where the hell he is, what happened to him and why the air smells so... clean. It's definitely creeping him out.
B | ACTION | 5723 CUNNINGHAM LANE | LOCKED TO HOUSE MATES
[Tony is squatting in the hallway, digging around in the closet and pulling out whatever tools he can find. He doesn't know WHAT the hell is going on, but he's going to figure it out and get the hell out of this creepy little model suburb. He needs to figure out A) how to get in touch with Pepper or Rhodey, B) what happened to his armor and C) an ATM machine. But he'll be damned if he's not going to improvise a weapon, just in case.]
C | PHONE | UNFILTERED
Pepper? You there? Pepper, I think I drank too much last night. I don't have a hangover, but these wallpapered walls are making me nauseous.
Were those brunettes Russian sleeper agents or something? Maybe Natasha put them up to kidnapping me here and tampering with my arc reactor, thinking it's some kind of joke. I'm NOT LAUGHING.