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

[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.]