17th Command; video

[aggravating]

This again? [He's so not amused. You see how not amused he is? This is A+ levels of not. Fucking. Amused..] Alright, I'll bite. Let's see who knows me.

This is Tony Stark. Yes the Tony Stark. Iron Man, eccentric billionaire, genius inventor. Let's chat.

[... Wait. Shit he almost forgot.

A look of something that can only be described as pure, creeped out discomfort pulls at his face as he leans forward, about to turn off the feed.]

And if you're a psycho pink pony? Yeah. No. Go creep on someone else.

[Not today, Pinkmania. Not. Today.]

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[marktwo]

[Psycho. Pink. Pony. What.] Tony? What the hell? Are you testing something?

[aggravating]

[It's the truth okay, don't judge him]

... Huh. [Okay, of all the people he thought would be checking the frequencies and maybe poking their heads in? Rhodey was not one of them.

Then again, maybe he should have expected it. Rhodey did always answer when Tony called.]

Yeah. [And then the momentary shock is fading away, a shit-eating grin taking its place. Damn it's good to hear from him] Yeah, testing. It's an experiment in dimensional travel to a giant therapy ship and how long it'll take until I just jump off the edge and hope I float back to Earth.

So far we're going on six months.

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[marktwo]

[You're getting The Look, Tony.] What are you talking about?

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[marktwo]

[And then he sighs, and he'd pinch his nose but he's in the suit right now.] Where are you? I'll be there in a few minutes.

[aggravating]

[If only it were that easy...

There's a sort of pinched look crossing Tony's face, but as soon as it's there it's gone again, replaced with careful nonchalance.]

Space. [SHRUG] It's just a thing, for now. Used to it, but. Not exactly a place the suits were meant to fly to.

[marktwo]

You're in Malibu not -- [He frowns, looking at some other part of the screen, and when he looks back, he's much more worried.] -- the suit can't get a lock. You want to tell me what's going on?

[aggravating]

[Looking back on this conversation, he's going to be really proud about how well his poker face holds up through this.]

Like I said. Space. [He shrugs a shoulder, glances down at where his fingers are drumming in agitation against the table, and looks up with another careful grin.] Let's just say I messed up, died, and purgatory is some spaceship floating through the multiverse offering self-help classes where the pay-off is resurrection.

[But, since Rhodey said Malibu and not New York, this can hopefully distract from the whole OH HEY BY THE WAY I DIED thing] Also, I'm hanging out with Captain America.

[marktwo]

Jesus. [Somewhere inside him, there's an eleven year old going Captain America but that's not important right now-] You died. [Give him a moment to process this, add on 'what the fuck happened why wasn't I there', and then-] How?

[aggravating]

[Damnit he actually thought that worked for, uh, all of a minute.]

New York, Norse viking aliens, giant armor-plated worms. [Oh, and-] I flew a nuke into space.