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[fired_once]

Who: fired_once  and lessmanmoreiron
What: Meeting in PPHQ
When: Shortly after Tony 2.0's arrival
Where: PPHQ
Rating: PG-13 for numerous references to alcohol (probably)

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[lessmanmoreiron]

Another Tony, although not the Tony he was hoping to speak with if his conversation with Black Bolt was any indication. He was running continual scans of the area, and noted that there was much more technology here than in the last castle he'd been in that hadn't belonged to Dr. Doom.

Interesting, but he could probably attribute that to meat Tony. How was he going to explain his current situation to a Tony Stark who hadn't even been an Avenger yet? It didn't take long to find where he was supposed to be. He was too smart to accept 'trapped in my armor' without the specifics of the situation and how he planned to survive being trapped. Even before he'd joined the Avengers.

He wondered how much meat Tony had learned in the time he'd been here. Or if he'd have a brain with similar enough function to the brain that he'd been derived from that he could be used to add some stability to his program and reset his sensorium. He really wanted to get the taste of blood out of the mouth he no longer had.

[fired_once]

To say Tony was surprised was a little bit of an understatement, once that suit showed up on the monitor. Coming in full armor? The meatier Tony couldn't help but feel a little under-dressed.

It was a pretty big suit of armor, too. Larger than his usual. It shared the triangular shape for the uni-beam on the chest like his most current model, but the extra bulk no doubt led to a higher power output, assuming they were on comparable levels of technology. The look of the boots and hands suggested a pretty mean acceleration, too.

Well, his office was designed with him and his armor in mind, so meeting in his office still wouldn't pose a problem. A quick push of a button and the door to his suited self would find the door to his right opening. Speaking, and letting it channel through an intercom, he said, "Head on through, take the second door to the left."

He hoped this wasn't one of those psychotic, evil doppelgangers. Otherwise this would be a very bad plan. Ah, well, that moment was come and gone, best to roll with it.

[lessmanmoreiron]

"No butler?" Tony asked the disembodied voice he recognized as his own. At least, that was how he had sounded before becoming trapped like this. Maybe he should adjust his voice modulator

[fired_once]

"Now who are you calling old?" The response was out of Tony's mouth before he had time to even register the second statement. Was this other him expecting some teenaged superhero, like the guy in the spider suit?

Still, it was over and forgotten soon enough. "Thanks for the compliment. You have good taste." He mulled over a few thoughts internally, but simply took a relaxed posture in his chair. "I'd ask if you'd like to take a seat, but I didn't design any of other chairs with large metal suits in mind. An obvious oversight, sorry about that." Joke, haha. "So what brings you down here? In full armor, no less."

He took in the nuances of the way this man, the suit, moved. It did seem to move like his own suits; easily, naturally. Not the jarring movements of Stane's Monger. And he listened, waiting for a response.