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

[aggravating]

[Wow, okay. Yeah, that face is unfortunate. If Tony had ever doubted the benefit of plastic surgery, this kid's... uh... looks had him wanting to start up a charity for the naturally ugly.]

Hi. [Okay, move weird goggle kid, Tony wants to get a better look at that weird lab of yours.] Welcome to the multiverse, kid. Scientist, right?

[The only question is what the hell is this kid doing with all that stuff]

[itsalive]

[A scientist? He blinks. and smiles nervously] No. I mean -

[Victor is the BEST scientist, as the boy with the hump will limp over to say] Who shall I say is calling wishing to speak to Victor?

Shut up Edgar! [There's another bark.] I-I guess hi. Who are you?

[aggravating]

[Oh that's cheeky. Tony definitely looks amused now, even moderately impressed.]

Your own PA huh? Working fast. [He quirks an eyebrow] Tony Stark, CEO and head inventor of Stark Industries. Uh, and privatized superhero.