12th Command; Video

[aggravating]

[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!]

Comments

[private]

[aggravating]

It was either that or a dance group.

[THIS WAS BETTER?]

[private]

[persuadeyou]

Not my point of concern. [Oh my God Tony SHE WILL NEVER BE HONORED TO GET AN INVITE TO YOUR BED OKAY.]

[private]

[aggravating]

Hey, I can still turn it around. We can be a band and be trying out for America's Best Dance Crew.

[You have no idea what you're missing, Nat]

[private]

[persuadeyou]

I'm not above breaking your legs.

[private]

[aggravating]

That... is entirely uncalled for, Agent Romanoff.

Complete show of unnecessary force. Obvious sign of severe mental issues.

What did my legs ever do to you?

[Someone just needs to make him stop. Talking.

It's safer for his health.]

[private]

[persuadeyou]

[He's getting a gag for his birthday.]

Tony.

[She waits a beat, makes sure she's got his attention.]

Stop talking.

[private]

[aggravating]

-actually really nice legs, and did someone kick your puppy when you were little or something similarly as ridiculous and mentally scar-

[Oh, hey, she said his name. He stops, raising his eyebrows, about to answer and-

... Oh screw you Natasha.]

Pass. Silent game's not really my thing.

[private]

[persuadeyou]

[WHY DON'T YOU EVER LISTEN OH MY GOD TONY. She is fighting the urge to pinch the bridge of her nose.] I don't play games.

[private]

[aggravating]

And that is, like, ninety percent of your issue right there.

[NO SHUT UP AND LISTEN TO HIS WISDOM]

I'm making a note of- JARVIS, make a note. Avengers game nights, when the tower's repaired. Required Attendee: Natasha Romanoff.

Noted, sir. And might I suggest LIFE for the first meeting?

[.... God Tony loves his AI with a force you can't even understand, Natasha.

... Even if it means he has to carry his helmet everywhere. Small sacrifices.]

[private]

[persuadeyou]

[She hates JARVIS. Like. Could actively hate him. Instead she is rolling her eyes and killing the feed.

That's right, Tony Stark. She just hung up on you.

Enjoy it.]

[private]

[aggravating]

[Oh he will.]