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.]

Comments

[fearthepackingchips]

[He sounds exactly as excited as he should be, don't judge him, mister "my actor IS me minus the functional suit".]

That's beautiful. I wanna talk to the creepy pony... HI CREEPY PONY do you know Deathtrap?

The billionaire asked us a question. We should probably answer him.

Right. Probably. Thanks.

Close to your inky counterpart! Most of 'em it's just like. Did you even read the stuff? Geez.

...except Black Widow. Scar Jo can stab me in the back any day. Hubba hubba.

[aggravating]

[Alright, this guy is definitely insane. Also shut up about Tony Downey Jr. okay. Er. Robert Stark Jr.

JUST SHUT UP.]

Trust me, you don't want to talk to the pony. She apparently bakes human cupcakes. [Okay, that has his eyebrows arching up] My "inky counterpart". You mean books and not a universe of octopus people, right?

[He's not even gonna comment on the Natasha thing. He'll just leave Nat to the whole death grudge thing this guy's asking for.]