2nd Command; Video

[aggravating]

[Hey there barge! It's been a little over a week since dear Tony here first made contact with you all, but he's been... uh. More than a little prevalent in most conversations.

Even when he didn't comment, he's done pretty much nothing but creep on every single conversation around the barge.]

Okay, so, I know there's this stupid thing with wardens vs inmates and what we're allowed to get our hands on, but. I am willing to give up my naptime once therapy hour starts if I can get one thing.

I had a suit when I came in. A big, red and gold suit that was taken by... I don't even know, I'm not going to think about it. But if my baby's been cannibalized I swear-

[No, calm down Tony]

All I want to know is who I have to schmooze in order to at least get my helmet back. It doesn't have any tools, just a few downloaded games to help pass the time as well as my music.

Oh, uh, also? It might be in your better interest to give it to me, wardens. I kind of have this thing I do when I get bored and find wires underneath a wall panel. It's... well it's kind of pretty, actually.

If you're a fan of explosions and fire.

[Okaaaaay, so he wouldn't explode things on purpose, but there's always the trial and error part of things and... well, uh. There's a reason Dummy's always on stand-by with the fire extinguisher.

But no, seriously. He's bored. And he never, ever stays still and he doesn't have a lab and ugh. He's literally twitching to get elbow deep in wires and see what the hell he can do with whatever's behind the walls, here.]

Comments

[thestarspangledman]

But the Dodgers. [Do you know how many games he went to with Bucky, man?]

[aggravating]

They're still the Dodgers. Just, you know, in sunny, sunny LA and not cold as ass Brooklyn.

[thestarspangledman]

It's not the same.

[aggravating]

Assuming I don't actually end up a smoldering, melted pile of billionaire at my own expo, I'm forcing you through an LA game, Cap.

We need to get out out of your New York bubble. I can show you the world. Shining, shimmering, Splenda and still mostly unrecognizable cylindrical meat in a hot dog bun.

asdfghjdythgfds THIS IS THE BEST COMMENT IN THE WORLD

[thestarspangledman]

Assuming we get home in the first place, right?

8DDDD

[aggravating]

I'm going home. [Something's hardening in his voice, his expression] You might have signed up for the greater good of this little adventure, but I need to finish something.

/loves

[thestarspangledman]

I don't intend to be here any longer than I have to either.

[aggravating]

Yeah, sure. Can't keep putting off your introduction to modern Broadway and the world wide web.

[Aaaaaand straying into asshole territory again. Oops.]

[thestarspangledman]

[--And now his expression's hardening, too.]

No, Stark, it's just that I have a job to do at home.

[aggravating]

[He knows exactly what he's doing. Picking on Steve just to distract himself from his worry, from the gut-rending fear that the world is still turning back down on Earth. That the drones are still running around, bullets flying. That all those innocent people are now in danger, without him being the focus.

Kids, dead on the sidewalk. Pepper-]

Yeah, I'm sure the USO still desperately needs a front and center bond seller.

[.... Bottom line, he sucks at making friends.]

[thestarspangledman]

I don't do that anymore.

[aggravating]

[Okay, now he's just jealous.]

So, what? Fury want you in his band? Because if so, let me tell you: you're not the only pretty face he's asked.

[thestarspangledman]

I don't have the slightest clue what you're talking about.

[aggravating]

His band. You know, Avenge-whats-its. His little island of misfit toys. Or... let me guess. They found you, are giving you a small trickle of technology to sort of reintegrate you, but so far you haven't been let out to see outside of your concrete apartment?

[thestarspangledman]

[A beat.] ....It was something like that, yeah.

[aggravating]

... Come on, Sandy. I'm trying to stir up some gossip, here.

[thestarspangledman]

It's not exactly gossip if it's true.

[aggravating]

Were you this much fun before your trip down Popsicle Lane, or is this just a post-dethaw brain damage thing?

[thestarspangledman]

I'm sorry, I didn't realize I was here to entertain you.

[aggravating]

Everyone is here to entertain me.

[Ugh. Steve. You are such a dick.

Not like he's staring any of this or anything]

But seriously. Sense of humor, Rogers. Invest in one and it'll get you places.

[thestarspangledman]

I'm not. Sorry to disappoint you, Mr. Stark.

[aggravating]

This entire ship is disappointing.

[p a u s e] I could build you a sense of humor.

[thestarspangledman]

...I don't really think that's necessary.