6th Command; Video

[aggravating]

[Given what's happened lately? Tony's looking even more sleep deprived as usual. And more than a little fed up with... well, with just about everything]

Few things, ship.

One: The food here is crap, and I want a cleaning service. Or a car. Or both.

Two: I think I kind of promised someone a particle accelerator. I claim time extension rights considering my first port and a goddamn flood.

Which brings us to three. Sorry kids, bed offers expired.

[Filtered to Maintenance/Repair/Lab Wardens and such]
Pretty sure you guys have been told about me. But I'm kind of a big deal in engineering, robotics, and math.

So here to serve or whatever.

[Private to Charles]
I need you to back me up. I'll trade ignoring your trigger happy friend for it.

Basically, I need spare arc reactors. And I need to build them, and have people not know what the hell they actually are. And since I'm an inmate that's probably gonna require your word that they're not some sort of bomb.

[Private to Steve]
Do I need to tell you to shut up about the arc reactor, or is that kind of a given?

Comments

[aggravating]

Thought it was a bit better than the alternatives.

[dot dot dot]

Cosmic radiation? Seriously? How the hell did that happen? [This is just how Tony expresses concern, obviously]

[gotgreenmagic]

Meteorite hit my treehouse.

[Shortest origin story ever.]

[aggravating]

Seriously?

[He kind of loves it]

You had a treehouse?

[Because that's totally the important part.]

[gotgreenmagic]

It was my brothers'. Again, I was twelve.

[aggravating]

[That is totally not the point here]

Treehouses are actually still a thing? Oh. God. Did you grow up at some sort of southern summer camp?

[gotgreenmagic]

[wut]

I'm....sorry that whatever boarding school your parents shipped you off to deprived you of a real childhood?

[aggravating]

Lived in the middle of cities growing up, and hey. Don't knock boarding school.

[... Goddamnit he wants a tree house now]