16th Command; video

[aggravating]

[The video clicks on to Tony looking harried and, well, sleep deprived in the lab he's been given access to. He should probably be sleeping, considering he should really be off his leg still and it's like, ass o'clock, but who's keeping track, right?

Also, he might just be waving at the camera with the skeleton of what seems to be a robotic arm.]

So, I have things. And I've kind of forgotten who they're for. Well, okay, no. This- [Have some robotic skeleton fingers wiggling] -is the only one I'm still not sure on, so if you're missing an arm and looking to gain one of the metal, not-so-organic kind, hi. Tony Stark. I'll be your creepy prosthetic tailor for the duration of your stay here. Tips appreciated.

That said, anyone want anything robotic improved, I'm looking for projects that hopefully won't end up in a miniature robot invasion this time around. So if you want an alarm clock that doubles as a taser, toaster, microwave, and guard dog, you're listening to the right broadcast.

[Thaaaaat being said, he has a few private call-outs to make, so. Bye, barge.]

[Private to Dean]
I have a present for you. [And no, unfortunately, it isn't an automatic toilet cleaner.]

[Private to Natasha]
I have a few things. Also, you owe me Russian lessons. [And if his tone is a little less asshole-ish than the rest of his broadcast it's completely just part of her imagination.]

[Private to Duo]
So, that robot pet thing. I have it. Pretty much bulletproof and self-repairing. To a point. Sophisticated, kinda independent AI with basic protocols and a developing personality. Also to a point. Consider it a less annoying, more advanced Furby. Probably going to be a work in progress until I can get it to just the right specs, so expect some upgrades and tweaks to be needed.

[Private to Charles]

[This message is... well, it's a little harder to get going. There's a long moment of silence as Tony just sits in the lab Charles has let him run "wild" in, turning a piece of metal over and over in his hands. Finally, he lets out a breath of air and looks square at the camera]

I'm an alcoholic. And I might need some help handling it.

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[Private] and a real tag

[wedonot]

[Charles is patient and waits out the explanation and the obvious discomfort. He'd wanted to hear him say it, to be sure he really understood the weight of his actions and inaction, and he's more than happy to back off when he sees the direction it's heading in. Tony's said what he'd been hoping to hear, anyway.]

Tony, stop. This is a good thing. This is progress. [He smiles a little, trying to ease some of the tension with humor while still pointedly reminding him of why this was a good thing.] And the more progress you make, the less time you're going to have to spend listening to me talk, and the closer you get to helping Agent Coulson, or whoever you'd like to make a deal for.

Has having projects helped?

[Private]

[aggravating]

[For once, he stops when Charles tells him to. Just snaps his mouth shut and screws up his face, reaching a hand up to just press against his forehead as the first nagging signs of a headache start up. The headache he gets now to accompany the sickening, burning need to pour alcohol down his throat. The anxious clench in his chest and the churning of his stomach when he reminds himself that yeah, as much as his mind might be desperate for the sting of alcohol hitting the back of his throat, the haze it leaves him in a few glasses in? It's not coming.]

Right. Progress. [He drops his hand from his head, sinking back in his chair as he stares off at a point a few feet to the left of the communicator sitting on his desk, fingers snapping absently, hand hitting a fist before snapping again, moving. A nervous habit, a flurry of movement, complicated, twitchy movements he never actually fully realizes he's making.

He inhales, sharp, at the mention of Coulson, and straightens in his chair, as if snapping himself back to the conversation, out of his thoughts.] Yeah uh, that lecture thing you do? I have a few pointers to make them less yawn inducing. Most include dancing showgirls, explosions, and a monkey with a chainsaw.

[There's a slight smile pulling at the corner of Tony's lips, though. Tired and more of a grimace, but it's an attempt] I don't do idle well. Bored even less. Projects always help.