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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[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.