There were quite a few things Tosh expected when she went to fetch Jackson from his cot. A giant robot crashing through the ceiling to land between her and her son wasn't one of them. Oddly enough, there was one point in her life this wouldn't have seemed unusual at all, and really, Jackson didn't seem to mind, sitting up and clapping and screeching through the bars.
It didn't mean Tosh felt safe, wishing she had her gun even whilst knowing it wouldn't do much good in this case. "You're in my home, actually, if that helps."
Well, hey, okay, whoever this was wasn't yelling, which was promising.
Tony pulled himself up, mechanics whirring as he did so. Talk through the suit? Yeah, that was a good idea; he wasn't too certain letting it out that Tony Stark was flying around in an armoured suit was such a good idea.
"And a lovely shack - home! - it is," he said, the speaker adding that eerie robotic edge. "In the middle of... Malibu?"
"You're a person in there?" It was an eerie robotic edge, and her fear that it might be some sort of cyberman faded as quickly as it had risen. It didn't stop her form sidling over to her son and pulling him out of his cot. "It was a lovely home-" she stressed the word, "-before the addition of the skylight."
"As to it's location, unfortunately not. Would you believe island in the middle of we're not sure?" Jackson wanted to touch the red shiny thing, and Tosh wasn't so keen, stepping backward away, even as her son reached out.
"Ah, well, some people would argue, but, yeah. Person in here," Tony said, staring up through the skylight now he'd determined she wasn't an immediate threat.
Which meant that the most immediate problem was that he was burning power. Which was... well, just a little important. "Is that some kind of- are you being metaphorical? Because Malibu isn't..."
"Sir, I am fairly confident we are no longer in Malibu. I'm still working on co-ordinates, but captured images of flora are inconsistant with our expected location."
There wasn't anything left in the hut to grab, really, but it was like moving out of your first bedroom. She just had to make that final sweep. Really, all that was left was the chair, which she hadn't been able to bring back with her, but that was outside along with a blanket, and now the hut was empty except for the furniture Ned had actually made. She frowned at it, because she didn't feel... well, she wasn't sure what she felt, and that always worried her more than anything. She stepped back into the doorway and paused, because there wasn't anything to go back into it for, and started to turn around to pick up the chair and leave when something big red and heavy smashed through the thatching and shattered what had been left of the decor.
Instinctively she had dived away, rolled over the sand and fallen behind the chair with her hands over her head. She only stayed that way for a moment, though, and when no projectiles were flying, she was up again, hands curled into fists, every muscle piano wire tight readyAnd she stopped,
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It took a moment for Tony to assess the circumstances. Mostly because there were a lot of circumstances, and the fact his HUD was flashing the weirdest facts at him wasn't helping any.
After a moment, though, his head turned around with a whir to stare with iron-faced implacability at the woman in the - hut? Who had a hut in the middle of Malibu? - hut he'd crashed into.
"In my defence, that roof was not there a second ago," he ventured, which probably sounded a little odd since he put it through the speaker he used to alter his voice.
Rogue's eyes narrowed dramatically, and she started forward at what was, given the daisy dukes and tied up white button-down, a very intimidating stalk.
"That's the least you got t'be defendin' yourself about, Stark."
Just what he needed, another righteous do-gooder who hadn't heard or didn't buy that- wait, what?
He raised an arm, repulsor flaring into warning light. "How do you- I mean, what makes you think my name is Stark?" he said, in what was possibly the least convincing line delivery issued by a man using a roboticized voice he'd ever heard.
There was nothing, after tossing Gideon's shirt to the floor beside her own, that Penny could have expected less than glancing over his shoulder just in time to see some giant fucking metal person crash through their roof.
She didn't quite scream; Gideon's mouth was too near her own for that, and the shock of that sort of image interrupting what had been a pretty fucking good night so far was paralyzing more than anything else. Her hands tightened around his shoulders, though, fingernails pressing into his skin as she drew him closer to her. She'd been walked in on during more heated situations before, but somehow this was the one time she actually felt embarrassed. And also self-conscious, considering the fact that she didn't want whatever that was to see her topless.
"Gideon," she breathed, unable to prevent her voice from trembling. "You...might want to look behind you." The noise that the crash had made was probably telling enough, anyway, but it seemed like the sort of thing she ought to say in that position.
Gideon had been through some fucking insane shit over the last year on the island. After being turned into a girl last month, he was pretty sure he'd experienced just about everything short of going to see the dinosaurs. As it turned out, he was wrong.
It sounded like a fucking explosion, and with him not knowing what the fuck just happened, the only thing he could think of was to lower down and fucking try to shield himself and Penny. A couple of light, flimsy pieces of bamboo from the roof fell on him before it all settled.
"What the fuc-"
He'd stopped short, because he'd followed Penny's gaze and saw what was now in their hut and froze, and for the first time since she'd made him bring in that fucking gun, he really wished he still had it. Instead, he got out of bed, still shirtless, and picked up a shard of bamboo, holding it up menacingly.
"I don't know what the fuck you are, but stay back.," he warned, even as he realized how much he probably looked like a fucking moron.
Shit, it was going to suck if he died by a fucking
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For a moment, Penny was too stunned, by both Gideon's climbing off her and the voice that came from the freaky metal person thing, to think about the fact that all that was covering her was a pair of tiny denim shorts. The shock passed quickly, though, and within seconds she was sitting up, covering her chest with her hands as best she could.
"...Um," she tried to begin, flushing a bright shade of pink, the syllable barely coming out. She was torn between staring at that thing in the middle of their bedroom, that Gideon was so menacingly waving a piece of bamboo at, and yelling for something more substantial to wear, but in the end, she did neither. "Any chance of finding out what the fuck is going on here?"
Being seen mostly undressed by a talking robot or whatever was surprisingly low on the list of things she wanted to accomplish before she died. Or it would have been, if she had one of those. As it was, she really hoped that thing wasn't about to kill them. It would've sucked for that to be the last thing she did.
Angua had been perched on her bed, pulling her boots on to leave for patrol, when a large metal man came crashing through her roof.
And started talking.
It was all so absurd that Angua took it in calmly, even slipped the last buckle of her boot in its clasp. She had to have the hut completely rebuilt months ago, and now this? The building crew was going to hate her.
What? "What?" Tony said, letting the mask open up as he started to pull off a glove.
This was... remarkably efficient of Pepper, not that he knew how she did it, but that could wait. Not running out of juice and going into cardiac arrest, just, slightly more pressing.
"No, I'm not- what? Help me get out of this suit, I need- did you dye your hair? In the last ... five minutes?"
So there was a person inside. She'd heard the voices but she hadn't been sure.
"You crashed through the roof and you're asking about my hair?"
Angua just sighed. She was going to develop an eye twitch any day now, she could feel it coming.
Still, she crouched down by the robotic man and ran her index finger along the cool metal, looking for a button that said Open or a latch or something. "And how exactly does this open?"
"Well, I saw you this morning and it was, you know, the proper color..." Tony said, trailing off at the end, there.
Because unless Pepper had also booked herself in for some, how to put this, some enhancements - not that there was anything wrong, at all, with how she'd looked before, it was just terminology - something was seriously up, here.
"Sir, I believe I can say with confidence that is not Pepper Potts."
"Now you tell me," Tony muttered, inaudible to- whoever this was.
"I really have no idea what's, uh, going on. Right now," he confessed,not bothering with the voice distortion this time.
Mark heard the crash in the main room and came out of his bedroom to find a giant robot on the floor.
"Huh," he huffed with a soft breath. That wasn't something you saw everyday. Not here or New York. This was the sort of thing he ought to be filming, because you just never knew when you'd need footage of a shiny robot laying amongst debris in your front room.
"Fine!" Tony said, a little more gasped than he'd have liked. He hadn't been prepared for spontaneous roof. How could he be, he still didn't know where the damn thing had come from.
"Just fine. I'll be out of your way momentarily," he said, this time remembering to use the robotic-edged voice of the suit rather than his own unaltered. "...you don't happen to have any tools about?"
Not dying first, figuring out what just happened... also first. Multitasking. Because what the hell.
"Tools?" Mark repeated. Big shiny robot man wanted tools. Great.
"I have, uh, a screwdriver," he continued, pushing his glasses back up the bridge of his nose. "Just a...just stay there." He turned and walked back into his room and scrounged around through scraps of film before he came back with one very small flat head screwdriver, as well as his camera which he'd clicked on.
"It might be too small," he said as he handed it over, eyes on the robot in his viewfinder...which struck him as distinctly Gojira-esque.
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It didn't mean Tosh felt safe, wishing she had her gun even whilst knowing it wouldn't do much good in this case. "You're in my home, actually, if that helps."
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Tony pulled himself up, mechanics whirring as he did so. Talk through the suit? Yeah, that was a good idea; he wasn't too certain letting it out that Tony Stark was flying around in an armoured suit was such a good idea.
"And a lovely shack - home! - it is," he said, the speaker adding that eerie robotic edge. "In the middle of... Malibu?"
He was becoming less and less certain about that.
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"As to it's location, unfortunately not. Would you believe island in the middle of we're not sure?" Jackson wanted to touch the red shiny thing, and Tosh wasn't so keen, stepping backward away, even as her son reached out.
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Which meant that the most immediate problem was that he was burning power. Which was... well, just a little important. "Is that some kind of- are you being metaphorical? Because Malibu isn't..."
"Sir, I am fairly confident we are no longer in Malibu. I'm still working on co-ordinates, but captured images of flora are inconsistant with our expected location."
...right, then, that was... what?
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Instinctively she had dived away, rolled over the sand and fallen behind the chair with her hands over her head. She only stayed that way for a moment, though, and when no projectiles were flying, she was up again, hands curled into fists, every muscle piano wire tight readyAnd she stopped, ( ... )
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After a moment, though, his head turned around with a whir to stare with iron-faced implacability at the woman in the - hut? Who had a hut in the middle of Malibu? - hut he'd crashed into.
"In my defence, that roof was not there a second ago," he ventured, which probably sounded a little odd since he put it through the speaker he used to alter his voice.
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"That's the least you got t'be defendin' yourself about, Stark."
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He raised an arm, repulsor flaring into warning light. "How do you- I mean, what makes you think my name is Stark?" he said, in what was possibly the least convincing line delivery issued by a man using a roboticized voice he'd ever heard.
He winced a little, not that she could see it.
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She didn't quite scream; Gideon's mouth was too near her own for that, and the shock of that sort of image interrupting what had been a pretty fucking good night so far was paralyzing more than anything else. Her hands tightened around his shoulders, though, fingernails pressing into his skin as she drew him closer to her. She'd been walked in on during more heated situations before, but somehow this was the one time she actually felt embarrassed. And also self-conscious, considering the fact that she didn't want whatever that was to see her topless.
"Gideon," she breathed, unable to prevent her voice from trembling. "You...might want to look behind you." The noise that the crash had made was probably telling enough, anyway, but it seemed like the sort of thing she ought to say in that position.
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It sounded like a fucking explosion, and with him not knowing what the fuck just happened, the only thing he could think of was to lower down and fucking try to shield himself and Penny. A couple of light, flimsy pieces of bamboo from the roof fell on him before it all settled.
"What the fuc-"
He'd stopped short, because he'd followed Penny's gaze and saw what was now in their hut and froze, and for the first time since she'd made him bring in that fucking gun, he really wished he still had it. Instead, he got out of bed, still shirtless, and picked up a shard of bamboo, holding it up menacingly.
"I don't know what the fuck you are, but stay back.," he warned, even as he realized how much he probably looked like a fucking moron.
Shit, it was going to suck if he died by a fucking ( ... )
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Tony sat up with a hiss of gears, head turning to examine the scene.
Wow. Okay. He'd dropped in and cockblocked someone who... had a hut. Thing. In Malibu. Malibu?
"Jarvis-" he said, without engaging the speaker, so they couldn't hear him.
Jarvis managed to sigh, which was a feat for a disembodied AI voice. "If you're asking me to save a picture of the girl, I really-"
"-no! Well- no! What've you got on where we are?"
"The visible stars are inconsistant with any previous constellation on record. Visible flora as we crashed was consistant with the South Pacific."
Oh-kay. Maybe he should have asked for something on the girl.
"I come in peace?" he tried, out loud, using the voice of the suit. He needed a better name for it. He'd get on it.
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"...Um," she tried to begin, flushing a bright shade of pink, the syllable barely coming out. She was torn between staring at that thing in the middle of their bedroom, that Gideon was so menacingly waving a piece of bamboo at, and yelling for something more substantial to wear, but in the end, she did neither. "Any chance of finding out what the fuck is going on here?"
Being seen mostly undressed by a talking robot or whatever was surprisingly low on the list of things she wanted to accomplish before she died. Or it would have been, if she had one of those. As it was, she really hoped that thing wasn't about to kill them. It would've sucked for that to be the last thing she did.
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And started talking.
It was all so absurd that Angua took it in calmly, even slipped the last buckle of her boot in its clasp. She had to have the hut completely rebuilt months ago, and now this? The building crew was going to hate her.
She stood up, looked down at the robot.
"Are you kidding me?"
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This was... remarkably efficient of Pepper, not that he knew how she did it, but that could wait. Not running out of juice and going into cardiac arrest, just, slightly more pressing.
"No, I'm not- what? Help me get out of this suit, I need- did you dye your hair? In the last ... five minutes?"
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"You crashed through the roof and you're asking about my hair?"
Angua just sighed. She was going to develop an eye twitch any day now, she could feel it coming.
Still, she crouched down by the robotic man and ran her index finger along the cool metal, looking for a button that said Open or a latch or something. "And how exactly does this open?"
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Because unless Pepper had also booked herself in for some, how to put this, some enhancements - not that there was anything wrong, at all, with how she'd looked before, it was just terminology - something was seriously up, here.
"Sir, I believe I can say with confidence that is not Pepper Potts."
"Now you tell me," Tony muttered, inaudible to- whoever this was.
"I really have no idea what's, uh, going on. Right now," he confessed,not bothering with the voice distortion this time.
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"Huh," he huffed with a soft breath. That wasn't something you saw everyday. Not here or New York. This was the sort of thing he ought to be filming, because you just never knew when you'd need footage of a shiny robot laying amongst debris in your front room.
"Are you...okay?" he asked when it began to move.
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"Just fine. I'll be out of your way momentarily," he said, this time remembering to use the robotic-edged voice of the suit rather than his own unaltered. "...you don't happen to have any tools about?"
Not dying first, figuring out what just happened... also first. Multitasking. Because what the hell.
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"I have, uh, a screwdriver," he continued, pushing his glasses back up the bridge of his nose. "Just a...just stay there." He turned and walked back into his room and scrounged around through scraps of film before he came back with one very small flat head screwdriver, as well as his camera which he'd clicked on.
"It might be too small," he said as he handed it over, eyes on the robot in his viewfinder...which struck him as distinctly Gojira-esque.
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It'd have to do. Now, do it here, find somewhere else... somewhere else might not have someone to conveniently explain.
Somewhere else wouldn't have a guy filming him taking off the suit, too. Damn, damn.
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