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[aggravating]

[You know, for a minute there this was going to be an awesome team building exercise. Taking Loki out - again - and corrupting an American icon with hate and lying and trickery? Yeah. It was going to be awesome. But then Steve had to have some kind of really annoying morality crisis and you know what? Screw that. He was already halfway up to Charles' room when Steve started talking about. Telling him to wait- Why would he wait? They had a plan, and he was sticking to it. Unlike some jerkwad team leader.

So, he takes a swig of scotch from the flask he'd made for himself during some downtime in the maintenance room. Just quickly hammered out metal, sealed up tight and a little dented but hey. It worked. And as disgusting as scotch normally was warm, Tony just didn't taste it anymore. Either way, he'd need it to try and come off as charming and nonchalant as possible when he got to-

Oh. Hey. Charles' door.

He shoves the flask back clumsily into his back pocket before knocking on Charles' door. At the very least, he has had way too much practice at enunciating while drunk off his ass.]

Hey. Sweetcakes. Surprise maintenance call.

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[wecanavenge]

[ Erik pressed his lips into a thin line at that, squaring his jaw enough to make the vaguest of faces at Charles (because he was a grown man and did not just make faces). ]

Very funny.

[ He stretches out his hand fully this time, and Tony lifts off the ground as the magnetic fields around him contort. ]

You know, now that he's silent, this may be one of the better moments I've experienced on this God forsaken ship.

[wedonot]

[Charles was about three seconds from telling him to put him down before realizing Erik was using the magnetic fields and not dragging him up by the arc reactor and shrapnel in his chest, and he mentally swore at the helmet again, for not being able to just sense the intention.

So he just sighed and rubbed at his temple, grimacing, before turning to leave the art room.]

I've had better days.

[wecanavenge]

[Come on Charles, where's a bit of that infinite faith you have in people? Glancing back at Charles, Erik floated Tony in front of them as the entered the corridor, letting his head loll forward.]

Are you going to tell me what the hell happened, now?

[wedonot]

[It's momentarily bruised because Tony. :| Also after you've played hide the arc reactor once, it's hard for that not to be the immediate concern when the two of you run into each other.]

Mr. Stark- [And almost as if on cue, Tony let out an impressive snore, apparently determined to be annoying even while unconscious. Charles swallowed a frustrated sigh.] Has apparently been drunk for the better part of the last three weeks. We had an argument about what constitutes acceptable adult behavior on the Barge in reference to him trying to settle a score from back home, he left and I got a call from Ariadne saying he'd destroyed the art room and needed someone to come pick him up.

[wecanavenge]

[It's a fun game okay, everybody enjoys it. Rolling his eyes at the snore, Erik shifted his hand and let that jostle Tony, his head flopping backwards. Erik was perfectly all right with the idea of Stark waking up with a crick in his neck.]

Three weeks. [There's disgust in his voice; really, Tony, he just thinks that's pathetic.] It's a wonder his liver's survived.