New York City, New York - Tuesday Morning

[hoorayimrich]

With Mr. Rogers still a turkey and therefore unable to give him those annoyed, judgmental looks about using the suit to help people in a way that totally wouldn't end with Tony getting injured...

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[endsthegame]

"Your friend is engaged in something unapologetically stupid again," Jane reported, a sudden, disrupting statement. Ender had been in the middle of a draft letter to Dorvan, to test the waters.

He sighed, and sat back. "Of course he is. What has Ben done now?"

"Who said anything about Junior Skywalker?

He frowned briefly. "...Karla?" he said. "We just can't leave her alone, can we--"

"No," Jane said, and he got the distinct impression she would have rolled her eyes if she could. "Does it ever occur to you that you need smarter friends? Then again, I figure those are hard to find among humans. Patching you through to Tony Stark..."

Ender rubbed his brow and snorted. "And yet," he said, "I still manage to be almost surprised..."

[hoorayimrich]

An annoying little beep alerted Tony to an incoming call. There was probably even a flashing light on the display, but he'd need to open his eyes to see that.

"Hey, Ender," Tony said with a groan. Throwing up in the suit was probably a bad idea. "Now's not the best time."

[endsthegame]

"And you've been busy inspiring my roommate to watch more movies," Ender said, lightly, "Which is very inconvenient for me. What's going on, Tony?"

[hoorayimrich]

Tony blinked, watching the data that scrawled over his display. That suit was a whole lot stronger than anything he'd planned for.

"Just a little problem from space," he said, forcing himself to sit up. "Ow."