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.

Comments

Audio;

[weshouldnthaveto]

Not exactly.

[What started in her oddly reptilian voice ended with something human. A pause, then she switched back.]

You would be just as easy.

Audio;

[aggravating]

[He's quiet for a moment, not quite getting what had just happened. Ventriloquist? Impressionist? Hell, there's more than a hundred different answers for that.

But color him curious]

Either you're one hell of an impressionist or I'm missing something.

Audio; we can has im? *poke*

[weshouldnthaveto]

It is a bit of both.

[She turns on the Private Video feed. It shows her from the shoulders up - sorry, Tony, no naughty bits - and shifts to her human form. A pause, then back to blue. She grins and waits. Get it now?]

Video/Private;

[aggravating]

[But he likes the naughty bits, Mystique!

He leans closer to the video, chewing on his tongue in thought, eyebrows arched up and hands folded in front of his lips.]

Gotta say, that's a new one.

And pretty damn handy.

Video/Private;

[weshouldnthaveto]

[Just a grin here. She likes his reaction. Her expression remains neutral, with a subtle, easy to miss look of amusement.]

More than you know, Tony. You do not seem like the sneaky sort.

Video/Private;

[aggravating]

[Easy to read, here. Or, well, at least his media persona is. The one that smiles easily and flirts no matter what. The mask he wears for every public conversation more often than not.

Much like the grin spreading across his face right now, amused and amicable]

I got kicked out of espionage camp. I like talking too much.