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]

[Okay, not cool dude. Stealing his facial hair and his name? Not cool at all.]

Yeah, kind of stuck on a ship in the middle of some multiverse meeting point. [He quirks an eyebrow] Meeting myself's a first. Not asking for socials but, you know, not really something that's easy to wrap your mind around.

Are you the Tony Stark or just a Tony Stark?

[inebriety]

That would depend on how you look at it. Here I'm a Tony Stark since you're claiming the same, but on the Earth designation 1610 I'm the Tony Stark.

...Well, Earth 242's is with me too, but he's a little bit dead.

[aggravating]

1610. [Mmm, hold on. Let him just close his eyes for a second, making an almost pained face as he wraps his mind around that one.] Yeah, uh. Right. Infinite worlds. Also going to go out on a branch and say the 242 being dead is because of some freak villain and not because you're a super villain.

[Because that would actually suck] Iron Man, right?

[inebriety]

Don't know how he died, but he fell on my lap quite literally. [You know how it is, fool around with dimensional gates and end up with your alternate universe self's head falling through.]

I would say the one and only, but we both know that's not quite true.