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[Why hello barge, wasn't that a fun flood? Tony's in bed today, just kind of lounging and leaning against the headboard right now, still a bit battered and bruised, and just staring rather blankly down at the communicator. On second though, he looks rather judging, really, and-

... Well, hold on a second there. Not only does this not look like his room (because honestly, he wouldn't be caught dead living in a place right out of a forties movie) but if you've ever got a message from one Steve Rogers you might notice that this is actually coming from his communicator.]

Steve Rogers' inmate Edward Blake went home. And let me be the first asshole to say thank god.

[And he is so not sorry for that. BUT.]

For those of you with your nose buried in the nonexistent gossip column of this ship, you might have noticed the little lover's spat going on between Cap, Nicole, and I. And for those that care, you'll be happy to know that now that Legolas is back in play, we're all one big happy family again and I am preemptively claiming the first Saturday Night Avengers Orgy for my room.

[Believe it or not, there is a point to this ridiculousness. And it's not just making Clint, Natasha, and Steve all want to kill him. But, he pauses just before ending the feed, grinning wide]

Also, Cap? Think we got our communicators mixed up last night.

[.... Clint, Nat, Steve and Peggy.]

[ooc: written with permission from Mandy!]

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You called me Nicole...and connected me to the Avengers. Great job, really. [She is going to have to hold his hand through anything spy related, isn't she. It's headache inducing.

(She thinks that maybe Coulson should just give him a crash course, but that thought gives her pause.)]

I don't know how much longer my warden would have put up with it anyway.

[And something in her tone says she's seriously tempted to put together another cover. Just to fuck with him a bit.]

[You have no idea, Natasha. The day the world relies on Tony going undercover is the day the world is doomed.]

Uh, I gave you an in to saying you're sleeping with not only me, but Captain Twelve Pack and Bird Boy.

[Oh right she got paired didn't she?]

So who is it? And how are you gonna screw with them? [Gossip time, Nat. Let's go.]

[Does she look like she knows how to gossip, Tony. Oh God the headache she is getting form this.]

Try not to do me that favor in the future.

And you're talking to him. [Figure it out, Stark. B| Although she knows it won't be difficult, it's not like she butted into his conversation with anyone else.]

[The person who invents a painkiller strong enough for dealing with Tony Stark is the person who will make a literal fortune overnight. Simply through the sales Pepper and Natasha alone would bring in.]

Personally? If I were you I'd be on my knees thanking myself for having such consideration for my cover story, not-

[Wait, hold on, give him like ten seconds before it clicks.]

... The guy I just told about the band? [Oh this is way too good]

[They would buy the entire stock. :| She would also point out that Tony will never see her on her knees ever but he's distracting himself and that is p much the best she can hope for.]

Captain Reynolds. [And her eyes are so narrowing what are you planning Tony.]

[Fun fact: 99.9% of what comes out of Tony's mouth in social situations is purely for the benefit of distracting himself.

When they make the Tony Stark trivia game, Natasha will be set to win.]

Uh huh. [NOTHING AT ALL WHY WOULD YOU EVER EXPECT ANY DIFFERENT?]

[SHE DOES NOT TRUST YOU EVEN REMOTELY.]

Tony.

[Fess up. B|]

[THIS IS A GOOD THING, MISS ROMANOFF.]

Mm? [A beat] Oh. [G R I N N I N G]

Don't worry, I've got this completely under control.

[HANGING UP ON YOU NOW]

Edited 2012-09-09 14:07 (UTC)

[FUCK. YOU. She is going to strictly monitor everything she can >(]

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