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[taseyousupernanny]

WHO| AVENGERS ASSEMBLE!
WHAT| Taking Stock and squabbling
WHEN| Fourth week.
WHERE| Their Hideout!
WARNINGS| Swearing, Tony Stark

If there was one good thing about this place, it was that there was plenty of material around to survive with if you knew what you were doing. Which... most of the people here did. Even without entering into the areas that the Gamemakers had set up for what amounted to food fights on steroids, there were roots and things that one could eat. Ornamental plants gone to seed made for fairly good eatting if you weren't picky.

Tony hadn't bitched nearly as much as Phil had thought he would.

They were pretty set on the food situation, it was weapons and getting out of here that he hoped they'd gotten some movement on. For once, he had then all here, he might as well try and get a debrief. Or about as close to one as he was going to get anyway.

"Report in people. And yes Stark, that means you too."

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[nightlightheart]

"Hi honey, I'm home" Tony announces himself in an a mock sing-songy voice as he pokes his head around the corner.

He is in a particularly good mood today as far as days inside arena death matches go. Didn't freeze his ass off last night, no acid-showers or radiation poisoning yet, and hell, he isn't even starving! And that isn't even his favourite bit.

To an outsider, Tony may be looking a little more worse for wear. Tattered clothes, sweat-slicked hair, dark circles under his eyes. He's not been sleeping.

Too much to do.

But really? Tony doesn't even mind. If anything, he feels more like himself than he has in months.

[taseyousupernanny]

Now Phil thought was getting a glimpse of what Stark looked like when he had been in survival mode in Afghanistan. It was an interesting contrast to his normal persona.

"Ok, Ricky how goes the infernal machine?"

[nightlightheart]

"Eh," Tony shrugs and makes a face, as if that should answer everything. Its going. Slowly and laboriously and crudely. But last night he found an oven just on the side of useable to get hot enough to do some bullshit metalwork. But it's working. Or what little they have complete is working as much as it can.

"You'd think Disney could spring for better working conditions."

[taseyousupernanny]

Coulson just smirks, "Everyone knows they run the parks on student labor anyway."

What? They did! All you need to do is look at their internship program. In any case, it was a moot point now.

"What exactly are we building? Besides something liable to blow us all to kingdom come?"

[nightlightheart]

"Mostly that," he grins. Its hard to be subtle for Tony Stark. Its not exactly his forte, but he's trying here. He knows the world is watching them right now. Especially with so many of them gathering.

"Any excuse to blow something up," he shrugs and hopes that will serve as at least a small answer for the moment. The specifics of what he wants to blow up should probably not be said out loud if at all possible.

"And take as many people out with it as possible."

[hasacondition]

Bruce is weathering the days much more quietly, but that's got more to do with his nature than any commentary on the amount of work he's doing. This is what science is, for him, sitting away for twenty hours at a time trying to finagle the results he wants, whether it's in a lab or, more recently, in little run-down buildings far away from anything considered a normal workspace.

He doesn't look up when Tony speaks, the familiar set in his shoulders as he's hunched over finishing up what he's working on, laying the pieces together and connecting the wires with as steady a hand as possible. It's only once the task is complete that he looks up, letting out the breath he'd been half-holding for concentration.

"This side should be set." There's a slight question hanging there, deferring to Tony's expertise in this matter, but nothing that really needs to be explicitly voiced. As an afterthought, he wipes his forehead with the back of his hand, as if the way Tony's looking is a mirror of the conditions he must be in too.

[nightlightheart]

Working with Bruce is strangely easy. And that's not something he thinks about anyone, really. Most people can't keep up. But Bruce can and it's refreshing.

He peers over Bruce's shoulder and gives a raise of his eyebrows. Approval.

They're on the same page still, and they haven't deeply discussed what it was they've been building, in any real detail.

"Lookin good," he taps him on the shoulder.

[pursuitofcappiness]

Steve looks up and smiles at him, tossing him a container of water and an orange. "Welcome home."

[nightlightheart]

"Thanks honey," Tony just grins, catching the objects with relative ease.

It is good to see him. He looks alive and spry and whatnot. "So how's things? Ran into any mutant rodents lately? Aggressive vampires? Nine-year-olds wielding battle axes? You never know these days..."

[pursuitofcappiness]

"Mutant rodents, aggressive vampires, children, you name it." He grins and takes a bite of peach. "What do you need today?"

[nightlightheart]

"The orange is nice," he rips into the fruit. It's the first thing he's eaten all day. Or maybe longer. He forgets sometimes. Even when there is food around, he forgets, when he's working.

Then, he digs into one of the pockets of his pants and pulls out what looks like a small rotary device.

"I need two more of these," he tosses it at Steve so he can get a good look at it. "Found this one in one of the ride controls."

[pursuitofcappiness]

"I'll go look for them after I make dinner," he replies, looking it over and then tossing it back to Tony. "Think I finally found a way to make rat tender." Even in the depression, Steve hadn't resorted to eating rats. This was a new, rather unwelcome experience.