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.

Comments

[Private]

[aggravating]

Fury let me into the control room- [BUT MOVING ON]

Are you saying you really don't want my tech as a line of defense?

[Private]

[persuadeyou]

[She takes a moment to contemplate it, but. Okay he has a point.]

They never got it out of the beta stage. [It on occasion freezes up. B(] I'll drop it off whenever you're ready.

[Private]

[aggravating]

With those designs? Surprised they even got that far. [It was like looking at cave drawings, Natasha. Like they were trying to roll a cart down a hill with triangle wheels. It was an insult to engineering you have no idea.] Ready now. Not like there's much else to do.

[Spam]

[persuadeyou]

[Yes, yes, she pities you greatly for your hardships. And she's just rolling her eyes to herself instead of replying, and heads for the door. It's an effort to push it open and step outside, but she does, and, sliding the weapon off her wrist and rapping at his door.]

[Spam]

[aggravating]

[It's times like this where Tony has a bit of homesickness, honestly. Where he's left looking up from his work and making a face at the door, grumpily thinking back to the days when he could just snap his fingers and have JARVIS open the doors to his lab. Now he actually has to stop what he's going and get up.

It's a travesty.

Still, he supposes he has to do it, even if he is just kicking the rolling chair he's stolen from a lab over to the door, pulling it open, and rolling his way back, leaving it to swing open for Natasha to step in as he waves an absent hand.]

Welcome to the chaos, don't step on anything that moves.

[Spam]

[persuadeyou]

[Tony you are secretly a lazy ass, aren't you? She rolls her eyes a little at his retreating back, walking in and nudging the door closed behind her. The floor gets a wary eye as she walks, but she follows the path of his chair, and sets the weapon down on the nearest flat, clear surface. She remembers his thing about being handed shit - though she sets it down more for the sake of avoiding listening to him say it, than for his own sake.]

What are you working on?