1st Command; Video

[aggravating]

[This is so not his idea of a vacation, guys. You have no idea. But at the very least, the man peering at the screen isn't flipping out or anything. In fact, he just seems to have a sort of cool and composed air to him. If, you know, he was anything other than pissed right now.]

Okay, yeah. Fun times. Sitting on a boat in the middle of space while the world is, literally, going to hell back home without me, all because this is supposed to part of some self-awareness spiritual journey crap?

[He's been doing his homework]

Right, uh. Someone point me to the fun part of this ship, because I'm not buying into this prisoner shtick right now. Oh, and. Give me that phone call home, boss. I need to sick my lawyers on all of your asses.

Because you kind of took my property. And my AI. And my ride home.

[He makes a frustrated sound in the back of his throat, looking around before reaching down, pulling a pair of sunglasses from his pocket, ignoring the slightly bent out of shape frames - he'd kind of fallen on them more than a few times - and slipping them right up to rest on the bridge of his nose]

For anyone stupid enough to not know who I am, I'm Tony Stark. Iron Man. And the first person who asks for an autograph is getting thrown overboard.

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[fearcutsdeeperthanswords]

[Oh boy he said Stark. There is no getting around that, he definitely said Stark and he is definitely no Stark she knows. Sorry Tony you will now have a tiny stalker.]

Where's home?

[Useless comment]

[yeahscience]

[This is not even a thing that had occurred to him, but the second he sees her post he's like, shit. He's just gonna camp out and watch this thread for a bit...]

[aggravating]

[Oh hey, it's a kid.

What's a kid doing on a prison... thing?]

Uh. Malibu, California. [And for good measure] USA, Earth.

[He never really knows what to do with kids when they aren't asking for his autograph]

[fearcutsdeeperthanswords]

[Oh you know, killed some people, bad life decisions.

Also she really doesn't know Earth geography at all, so.]

Is that near New Mexico?

[aggravating]

Few states to the left, but close enough. Both hot as hell and in the same country.

[Why do all Starks seems to make bad life decisions?]

[fearcutsdeeperthanswords]

[It must be something to do with the name. Or. Warped senses of justice or something. Or maybe they just have shitty survival instincts.]

What's Iron Man? [She's waiting for some wolf reference or something, this is blowing her mind.]

[aggravating]

[Shitty survival instincts seems like the winner, here.]

I am. [That, at least, he's more comfortable with.] I kind of fight crime and stuff in a suit. You know, flying around, blowing things up. Red and gold streak in the sky?

[fearcutsdeeperthanswords]

[Nope, does not compute.]

...Like a video game?

[aggravating]

... Uh. [... Huh. He hadn't been prepared for that response] Yeah, kind of like a video game. Except it's real, and the people I fight are real. Bad and evil, but real.

[fearcutsdeeperthanswords]

[She is so conflicted right now. His colors are red and gold, but he's a Stark, and he isn't like a video game, and...]

What kind of evil?

[aggravating]

[UHHHHH]

Big guys in special armor trying to kill me and everyone I care about.

[In a long story short kind of way]

[fearcutsdeeperthanswords]

[AHA language she understands. B)]

Did you kill them?

[aggravating]

... Yeah. [Why is he even- oh whatever] Didn't want to. It was kind of what just ended up happening.

[fearcutsdeeperthanswords]

Good. [Starks should kill their enemies. They should mean to do it, but she'll take accidental death too.]

[aggravating]

[He's just been kind of adopted into the big old messed up family, hasn't he?]

So why are you here, kid?

[fearcutsdeeperthanswords]

[Pretty much. Well, not exactly, since she tries not to think of herself as a Stark anymore, but. Pretty much.]

Because I wanted justice. [More like revenge, but.] And I killed men for it. [Zero regrets. :|]

[aggravating]

[....... Kid. What even.]

How old are you? [Feigning disinterest, but internally? He's kind of more than a little 'aldskfjalsdkfjalsdf' right now.]

[fearcutsdeeperthanswords]

[Just wait till she gets around to an update, it will be even worse. :c]

How old are you? [...She honestly isn't sure, but. Eleven, maybe. Maybe she's still ten. She can't even remember the last birthday she celebrated.]

[aggravating]

Forty. [Probably. Maybe not. MCU is a bitch with timelines] But seriously, how old are you?

[Aryaaaaa stop that. He has a secret soft spot for young people :c]

[fearcutsdeeperthanswords]

[Shruuuuug. Age has a negative importance factor to her now. So she'll lie.] Thirteen. I'm nearly a woman.

Forty is old.

[aggravating]

Not in my world, kid.

[.... Wait, what?]

You're a girl? I honestly couldn't have called that.

[fearcutsdeeperthanswords]

[She is totally just rolling her eyes a little. That's so last year, Tony, she isn't pretending to be a dude anymore.]

I'm a girl. [And she's eying him again.] Your beard is funny. Did you do that on purpose? [Because it totally doesn't look like a man's beard, okay.]

[aggravating]

Yeah, it's called personal grooming. Kind of my thing.

[No. Stop it.]

You're seriously a chick? I mean, eight years old or something, but still. Shouldn't you be wearing something frilly?

[fearcutsdeeperthanswords]

It looks stupid.

[Blunt child is blunt, sorry Tony. :c She wrinkles her nose a little at the suggestion.]

No. Would you?

[aggravating]

[Your face looks stupid alsfj]

Filing that under constructive criticism I don't really care about.

[But that gets a little grin]

Okay, point. Frills should have been outlawed back in the dark ages.