4, 2. Hello, son of that one guy.therearenoflagsMay 5 2012, 12:55:20 UTC
[The blasted storm came up out of nowhere like the hand of an angry god, swatting the plane from the sky. The fragile crew that had been on board died in the crash, but he was left relatively unscathed.]
[But now he was grounded, stuck in a howling blizzard somewhere in the Alps. What more could possibly go wrong?]
Bahahaha. Tony does not like where this is going XDnottheworsthingMay 5 2012, 15:19:26 UTC
[He'd been supposed to spent maybe an hour at the SHIELD safehouse in the Alps. Two tops. But that was before this shrieking blizzard swept in from nowhere, shrouding everything more than five yards from the front door in white. The last communication he got from SHIELD - patchy and static filled - was to sit tight and not move until the weather cleared enough for them to send a chopper.
That was three hours ago. Since then the weather has only grown worse, and interference from the storm has killed comms completely. He's clearly not getting out of here soon. And despite what Steve likes to insinuate, he does have some sense of self-preservation, and hence is not going to be wandering off out into a blizzard.
Currently he's occupying himself by muttering imprecations at the antique diesel generator powering the safehouse, trying to coax some more runtime out of it. It's powering the heating, after all, and he's a fan of this whole not-freezing-to-death thing they've got going on here]
It's going /interesting/ places. :DtherearenoflagsMay 5 2012, 15:48:29 UTC
[He tossed aside a piece of the wreckage, freeing himself from the twisted hulk of the former HYDRA creation. The plane was a total loss, the radio destroyed, the walls not even of much use as a barrier against the wind.
Gritting his teeth and turning his back to the storm, he started making his way through the blinding white. Until the blizzard died down, he would be unable to rely on a search team finding the wreckage. He would find somewhere out of the storm to seethe.
He hadn't been expecting to near-literally stumble upon a house, the building suddenly appearing from behind the omnipresent shroud of flying snow. He raised a gloved hand, pounding on the door. The place seemed occupied, and whoever was inside would not deny him. He'd already lost his nose and ears, and he was not going to ignobly lose more extremities to frostbite.
[He looked up in surprise at the banging on the door. There was someone out there in this weather? Seriously? And then the rarely-used part of his brain which handled common sense kicked in, pointing out that whoever was out there really needed to not be out there any more, what with the blizzard and all.
He pulled himself to his feet and headed over to start the needlessly lengthy process of undoing the various locks and deadbolts adorning the door. SHIELD really did not want anyone getting in here uninvited. Which, letting them in at all was probably breaching a hundred different protocols, but...yeah, Tony was totally famous for how good he was at following protocol.
The wind ripped the door open the moment the last bolt slid back, and Tony- found whatever he'd been about to say completely wiped from his mind by the sight of the figure in the doorway]
SHIELD should have put up a sign that says "No supervillains or soliciting".therearenoflagsMay 5 2012, 20:08:55 UTC
[He could just barely hear locks clicking over the wind, clenching his fists as the cold seeped to the bone.
He expected one of any number of horrified reactions when the door opened, but what he recieved instead was... remarkably understated. And American-accented. Wonderful.]
Out of the way, [he commanded, stepping forward towards the man. He was notstaying out in the snow for another second longer.
Hindsight's a bitch, huh?nottheworsthingMay 5 2012, 20:29:38 UTC
Yeah, totally, don't mind me, make yourself at home- [As usual, while Tony's brain was otherwise occupied his mouth ran off on autopilot. And at this particular moment a great deal of said brain was contributing variations on a theme of 'what the ever loving fuck'. A relevant question, he felt, when confronted with a guy who appeared to have been peeled]
I'm sure Schmidt would agree if ego would permit.therearenoflagsMay 5 2012, 20:47:09 UTC
[Finally. It was good to be out of the cold. He strode past the man, absently brushing snow off of his coat, surveying the place he'd found himself. Extraction would still have to wait for the blizzard to lift, but...]
Do you have a radio? [he asked in English, accent a little thick from disuse. This house wasn't too far from the crash, but any further delays would only worsen his mood.]
[Returns from free comic day]therearenoflagsMay 5 2012, 22:27:01 UTC
[OOC: I'm unsure how Skull is actually in this time period. Recovering from the crash might have actually taken much longer than he thought. ...Not that it makes it much closer to canon, but!]
[His jaw clenches slightly in irritation. It was unlikely that he would be able to contact the base in this storm, but there was no reason to not try.] Where is it?
2-5 lol I probably shouldn't start a new thread but IDC HI TONYthorgiMay 5 2012, 18:16:22 UTC
Tony, why is there water everywhere outside? What has happened? Isn't there someone who can do something about this? I wish to get one of those hot dogs.
[You wouldn't think it would have been possible for someone to miss the epic storm of the night before, but when Tony locks himself away in his workshop, the outside world pretty much ceases to exist. He blinks blankly at Thor a few times, unable to make room for the concept of 'flood' in a mind which is currently full of schematics]
Have looked outside at all today? Or last night, for that matter? [He raises an eyebrow, bemused. He's sure he'll never understand Tony's work patterns.] It rained so much last night that there is water flooding the streets. It is still raining, actually, nothing is open. Does this happen often?
[Alright, that did the trick to make him shift mental gears] In New York? Hell no. But then, I woulda said alien invasions weren't normal either, so who knows. No sign of maniacally cackling supervillains claiming responsibility?
I do not recall hearing any maniacal laughter, no. And I'm fairly certain it isn't me. If this were part of some grand scheme, I would say it isn't proving very effective. It is really more of a nuisance.
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[But now he was grounded, stuck in a howling blizzard somewhere in the Alps. What more could possibly go wrong?]
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That was three hours ago. Since then the weather has only grown worse, and interference from the storm has killed comms completely. He's clearly not getting out of here soon. And despite what Steve likes to insinuate, he does have some sense of self-preservation, and hence is not going to be wandering off out into a blizzard.
Currently he's occupying himself by muttering imprecations at the antique diesel generator powering the safehouse, trying to coax some more runtime out of it. It's powering the heating, after all, and he's a fan of this whole not-freezing-to-death thing they've got going on here]
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Gritting his teeth and turning his back to the storm, he started making his way through the blinding white. Until the blizzard died down, he would be unable to rely on a search team finding the wreckage. He would find somewhere out of the storm to seethe.
He hadn't been expecting to near-literally stumble upon a house, the building suddenly appearing from behind the omnipresent shroud of flying snow. He raised a gloved hand, pounding on the door. The place seemed occupied, and whoever was inside would not deny him. He'd already lost his nose and ears, and he was not going to ignobly lose more extremities to frostbite.
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He pulled himself to his feet and headed over to start the needlessly lengthy process of undoing the various locks and deadbolts adorning the door. SHIELD really did not want anyone getting in here uninvited. Which, letting them in at all was probably breaching a hundred different protocols, but...yeah, Tony was totally famous for how good he was at following protocol.
The wind ripped the door open the moment the last bolt slid back, and Tony- found whatever he'd been about to say completely wiped from his mind by the sight of the figure in the doorway]
...that's a new one.
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He expected one of any number of horrified reactions when the door opened, but what he recieved instead was... remarkably understated. And American-accented. Wonderful.]
Out of the way, [he commanded, stepping forward towards the man. He was notstaying out in the snow for another second longer.
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Do you have a radio? [he asked in English, accent a little thick from disuse. This house wasn't too far from the crash, but any further delays would only worsen his mood.]
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[His jaw clenches slightly in irritation. It was unlikely that he would be able to contact the base in this storm, but there was no reason to not try.] Where is it?
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[You wouldn't think it would have been possible for someone to miss the epic storm of the night before, but when Tony locks himself away in his workshop, the outside world pretty much ceases to exist. He blinks blankly at Thor a few times, unable to make room for the concept of 'flood' in a mind which is currently full of schematics]
What?
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