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

[aggravating]

[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.

[Filtered to Maintenance/The labs]
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.

[Spam For the Deck]
[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.]

Comments

[thestarspangledman]

[Here, Tony, have an affected Steve who is, yes, ducking and rolling at that wheelchair, and his shield would be up if he had it.]

What the hell? You gone crazier than usual, Stark?

[aggravating]

[Which he's actually seriously thankful for, considering getting hit out of the sky would probably just put him in an even worse mood.

There's a full fifteen seconds where he just kind of comes to a stop and stares at Steve, as if trying to figure out if it's worth trying to charge and hit him again or not.

In the end, he's just leaning forward on his knees, narrowing his eyes at the Captain.]

Oh yeah, sure, I'm the crazy one. [He rolls his eyes, and hits the control panel, landing himself down on the deck] If you have to know, Rogers, I'm doing performance tests and figuring out the handling on this thing. It's science.

[Because if anyone can snark even while paralyzed in a wheelchair, it's Tony]

[thestarspangledman]

You're the one runnin' around in a goddamn rocket-powered wheelchair.

[aggravating]

[........ wow Steve. He's really wishing he'd put rocket launchers on this thing right now.]

Cripple jokes. Awesome. Here I thought I was the only one asshole enough to make them.

[HE WILL WHEEL OVER YOU TOES WHEN YOU LEAST EXPECT IT YOU JERKWAD.]

[thestarspangledman]

[--Yeah, you're just getting a shrug, Tony.]

[aggravating]

[Alright, even though he's pissed beyond belief, old habits are hard to break.

Also, it doesn't take a genius to figure out that Steve's not acting like his normal "gee golly gosh" white-picketed self. And knowing who his inmate is, and assuming that people are getting things switched - if Tony and Charles is anything to go by...]

You know, Rogers. You have some real fucking nerve to be up here talking to me right now.

[Take the bait, sir. Let's see what Eddie's given you.]