aggravating | 7th Command; Video - backdated to the 3rd 'cause I suck

[Filtered FROM Captain America; aka to everyone else on the barge]

Okay, tomorrow's the Fourth. Which means Independence Day for those of us from America.

I'm putting out a casting call, kind of. Basically, any chicks that know how to sing and dance? Kind of need you to raise your hands.

Before you ask, it's for a wholesome 40's kind of thing. Not my style, but I have my reasons for it.

[Private to Natasha]
Star Spangled Man, Steve's birthday. You're my wingman on this. [AKA: You have no choice.]

[Private to Loki]
Hey, Rock of Ages, your Shakespeare roots don't have tailoring in them, do they?

[Private to Peggy]
You say anything to Cap, you'll have made a really annoying enemy.

[Private to Dean]
Hey, you wouldn't happen to have found a song anywhere called The Star Spangled Man? Kind of a 40's showtune feel?

[Private to B]
Dancing for me, gorgeous? [He knows not when to quit]

[Private to Charles]
Please tell me there's some sort of update on my goddamn helmet. [He just wants some good news right now :C]

[Private to Steve]
Why're you here anyway, Cap?

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I have four, maybe five girls interested, someone working on costumes, another on choreography, and two people hunting music down for me.

[This. Is how good Tony Stark is.]

So apparently being full of crap works.

Apparently I should take notes.

What, you don't have a recorder?

I go too fast for longhanders to keep up with me.

I've got a pretty good memory. Practically photographic.

Gadget of your choice says I can trip you up.

Anything suit or- [He taps his chest] -arc reactor related are out of bounds.

A more complex version of your AI. [The basics were a good start but he got bored. B|]

[......... Goddamnit.]

There is nothing more complex than him, kid.

I'll give you a basic, color in-between the lines version of the code. With a few kill switches in case you're secretly a psychopath, how about that?

[Careful or he will start building his own armor in his downtime. 8)]

Color-me-in code doesn't sound too complex to me. [But maybe he can work out those kill switch and make them null and void, that could be fun.] But I guess that's all right. Deal.

[Iron Robin.

.... Oh god that's just a horrible name.]

Really? Huh. [He's kind of getting a wicked glint in his eyes] Alright, I'll throw in a few bugs and viruses to work around. Seems like you're asking for a challenge.

[Red Iron. Iron Wing. ....Yeah maybe he should just stick with Redwing.]

I am.

[Become Iron Wing and Tony will personally go on a campaign to find your look-alike in his universe and make them a KFC spokesperson. The Colonel and Iron Wing, defenders of fried chicken against the vegan tyranny.]

Right. [There's something almost... evil to his grin.] I'm going full-out, then. Total anarchy with the code. Like someone took a shot gun to it, crumpled up the remains, and used it as cage lining for a psychotic parrot.

[You, sir, are a monster.

Tim, however, might be rubbing his hands together because hey! A challenge. Yes good.]

I like that the parrot was psychotic. That'll be a nice touch.

[Guilty as charged!]

Pecked the eyes out of his previous, hypothetical owner. If that gives you a ballpark.

It does. A very crazy ballpark. Now, do I still have to prove my memory's pretty good, or can we skip ahead to you trying to trip me up with the programming?

7th Command; Video - backdated to the 3rd 'cause I suck

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