aggravating | 9th Command; Voice - backdated to Thursday the 12th

[Compared to his last little blow-up to the network? Today's message is nice and short and sweet and to the point. Well, as to-the-point as Tony Stark can ever be.]

Are there any teleportation pads on this space-tionwagon or am I just missing something here?

Why the hell do we have simulated environments, dimensional jumps, and aliens that would make George Lucas wet himself... but we don't have floor to floor transportation pads?

And for the record, everything I've ever said about stairs I am redacting and revising. They suck.

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Who wants to be my babysitter or just let me in to do my thing? I need to outfit a wheelchair with a jet-pack in the next two hours or else I cannot and will not be held responsible for whatever homicidal, frustration-based rage I go into.

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[Because every new invention needs a road test, right? And Tony is kind of known for his need for speed.

So uh, if you ever wanted to see one Tony Stark zoom past you in a repulsor powered wheelchair? This would kind of be your chance.]

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[Natasha has been mercifully unaffected, but she's been watching and she thinks she's got an idea of what's happening.

But, you know. How pissed are you still, Tony. :\ Instead of answering on the network, she goes a-looking, and oh hey. That's a flying wheelchair.

She's pretty glad she wore jeans today, too, because when he flies past a few seconds after she steps out on the deck, she is hitting the ground and rolling because THAT IS WHAT YOU DO WHEN STRANGE THINGS FLY PAST.]

You work fast. [Not that she didn't know this.]

[Well goody for you, Nat. Because Tony's been having a crappy time since that whole blow-up, despite the whole fact that he's flying around and being reckless right now.

But he does notice the flash of red out of the corner of his eye, and it has him pausing, hitting a sequence of keys on the brand new control pad and coming to a stop in mid-air, repulsors dying down and letting him land on the ground, wheels folding back out.

The look he's giving Natasha, though? Well. She should be glad he didn't get the time to put weapons on the thing]

Kind of my claim to fame. [.......] What the hell do you want?

[Yup, still pissed.]

[She's definitely glad. Especially given that her only weapon right now is a knife. Don't her wrong, it's a sick knife. But a knife in a repulsor fight? No thank you.

As it is, she straightening and brushing her pants off, face still stuck in neutral. She's not here to fight, Tony, jeez.]

Just making sure the flood hasn't left you at someone's mercy. Was that the professor's? [She nods to the chair. 'Was,' because no way that is from the sixties.]

[Tony's still relatively sure she could kill him with a hair tie and not even break a sweat.

So she's safe for a long while yet.]

Pretty sure being hooked up to a car battery in a terrorist cave is the epitome of being at someone else's mercy, and look how that worked out.

[Facts. He's just kind of rolling his shoulders, fingers drumming against the added controls he'd just put in] What do you think?

[Jeez Tony, sour the conversation as fast as possible why don't you. She glances away, not in an I'm ashamed way or an I'm trying not to roll my eyes way, but in a maybe I should just leave you the fuck alone and watch from a distance way.]

I think it's impressive and he's going to have no idea what to make of it.

[That's always a smart idea with Tony. And hey, he's pissed, he's freaking out because he's paralyzed which, regardless of how he is acting and has been acting, is kind of keeping him at super freak out level. And that, for the record, has Tony honing in just about anyone in a fifty foot radius for him to verbally attack.

It takes the focus off of what's really bothering him. Also? It proves he has the mentality of a second grader.]

He's a genius. [He shrugs] Also pretty sure green still meant go in the sixties.

[Yeah being verbally attacked by Tony Stark is really not her idea of a good time. She's thinking about just turning around and walking away, maybe that will make even bitchier for the next poor asshole who runs into him.]

Uh-huh. Sounds like you're holding up just fine then. And Xavier will have a transformer on his hands by the time the flood's over. Could be worse. [You are not handling this well at all are you sir B| And she's looking at him like she knows it.]

[You have no idea, Natasha. :C You try going to take a step and then finding yourself getting acquainted with the floor with no feeling below your waist.]

If I actually put my mind to it, I could put out a better Transformer than if Cybertron were real. [Oh look. Shiny distraction is go.]

[She would sincerely rather not try. :c]

Somehow it doesn't surprise me that you actually know about Transformers. [Was it a distraction you wanted? Here Tony, silver platter.]

9th Command; Voice - backdated to Thursday the 12th

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