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[Closed] Is it me, or is it getting a little Blues Brothers in here?

WHO| Bucky Barnes, Natasha Romanova, Steve Rogers, Thor Odinson, Tony Stark
WHAT| Tony found a house to ~~hide~~ raid and the other Avengers slowly gravitate towards him.
WHEN| First day of the Arena.
WHERE| Arena 10
WARNINGS| Nothing out the ordinary for the Avengers?

Tony's first instinct after seeing the houses during the countdown he knew that's where he was going to go, knowing they were going to be far more useful to him than the cornucopia at this point.

Once inside Tony makes a beeline to the garage to see what could be salvageable, also because it would be the sturdiest part of the rundown atomic age homage. He grabs for paint tins, nails and tools that are laying around some of which he can't help but notice how some of it looks like some of it was laying around looking like it was still being used just not this second. Putting everything down so he can take stock he stares at the car for a long moment he contemplates trying to get it to turn over but changes his mind knowing the arena isn't going to let him have it that easy, so instead he opens the hood and yanks out the battery and it's cables, including a pair of jumper cables then he heads to the front door, he coils an exposed wire to the front door connecting it to the battery via the jumpers.

From there Tony cautiously moved through the house, looking to see if there was a back door, finding it he jams a chair under the door. He isn't exactly sure that would hold anyone back, but for now it'll do until he can take stock of the house.

"How dad achieved anything back then." He shakes his head. "Now that's respectable."

As he goes back to poking through things he mentally catalogued everything he could use, which in the kitchen was more than he thought. Though he decided to leave the roast alone in the oven. Something for him to deal with later. He digs into the drawers for some spoons forks and string, then heads back to the garage and starts tying the cutlery to the garage door, so if anyone opened it, he would hopefully hear it if he was in another room.

With that done. Tony gets to making improvised flash bangs and smoke bombs.

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There are always windows.

Not that she expects Tony to pay much attention to those when he has his hands full with tinkering. He's always been the creative sort and while his creativity is limited by what he has before him, Natasha takes up her own interpretations. This is why she climbs up to the roof of the house to scout for any other onlookers before climbing in through a window to check up on him.

"Nice touch with the door." What a greeting.

[ PROMPT A: ROOF ]

When Natasha isn't teasing the boys inside, her time is spent outdoors on her stomach. The roof is a good spot to watch and with how thin she is, she finds it's easier to not notice her up there. From this vantage point, it was easy enough to pick up on any incoming visitors. If she recognizes them, she just might actually hop down to greet them.

... Just kidding, she's coming down to greet them either way. She'll just be a little less friendly with any strangers the boys picked up.

[ PROMPT B: SCAVENGING NEARBY?? ]

While she hasn't run into too many immediate threats within this supposed Arena, there's still the possibility of coming across someone unfriendly. This is why she's insisted on looting through a house nearby instead of one of them, though she probably did it in a backhanded manner. After all, she doesn't want them to think she enjoys digging through trash in order to find something useful.

Except she returns quickly and empty-handed. "You're not going to believe this, but there's a deadly spider in the area."

Unexpectedly hearing a voice, Tony couldn't stop himself from jumping, raising a roll of tape against his head as a weapon, just because it happened to be in his hand. Realising who it was he lowers his hand and turns back to taping up another smoke can trigger.

"Sometimes I can't help but chanel weirdly popular 90's kids movies."

Once he's finished he looks back up at her.

"What, no milk?"

"You should have called me on my way home, dear."

Swiftly moving to watch him from behind, she does make an attempt at watching him put together something out of nothing. Interesting, the way his mind processes things. Still amateur compared to the Tony she knew, but not bad. Not bad at all.

"Food won't be easy to come by. I wonder what happened to this place."

"I knew there was something I forgot to do after stealing all the spoons."

He smirks then starts fidgeting with the roll of tape to keep his hands busy.

"I think there's tins in the pantry. Also, I wouldn't go in the oven unless you're... In hazmat."

Tony offers her a disgusted face. There's nothing about him that's fussy when it comes to food, but when it looks like it came alive then died again at some point, he has to draw the line somewhere.

"Can't just leave it in there."

Natasha rolls her eyes and moves back in towards the appliance with determination filling her face. Leave it to her to be the one who has to get her hands dirty. With a sigh, she squats down to try to take a peek inside without opening it.

"Leave any part of the house untouched so I can dump it outside? Rather not use my exit window."

"I think you'll find with duct tape we can."

He wiggles the roll as he follows her, he pokes at a wall slightly to make sure it isn't flimsy then leans against it as she assesses the evil within the oven.

"Well the back door just has a chair under the knob." He gives a half shrug." I only have one battery right now, and I could probably use fridge components for something more interesti- Wait, no. Yeah get that thing out of there I can probably salvage a great deal of things from in there."

As he speaks he starts reevaluating the kitchen, a lot less tense than the last time he was in here due to someone else being there as a second set of eyes... And someone who is actually good at fighting. He pays particular attention to the stove top before wandering over to it to start peeling things off it. Muttering to himself about flame throwers and other unfriendly yet human-detering ideas.

Edited 2014-05-21 13:25 (UTC)

Now that's the Tony she's come to known (and butt heads with) all these years and the only thing it's going to cost her is her sense of smell for a hour. Great.

"Try to aim the vomit on the linoleum." A straight forward request as she plucks a pair of dusty oven mitts from the wall nearby, smacking them together to create a cloud of dirt. "You can do me that favor if I'm cleaning up after another mess of yours."

With a stomach of steel and her hands covered in fabric, she'll be kicking open the oven to work on pulling out whatever was abandoned who knows how long ago.

"Dinner's ready."

"That's what the sink or outside is for, thank you."

He huffs at her before pulling up his shirt and jacket up around his face to cut out the possibility of smell from his sensitive nose.

"This isn't doing me a favour, it's doing the world a favour. But fine."

It's hard to tell with half of his face covered but he gives the oven a disgusted look as Natasha makes her assault.

"I'd rather order take out instead?"

Years of training in the Red Room have prepared her for maintaining the world's best poker face while she disposes of the pan full of rot. It takes her a little while longer to come back, not wanting to dispose of it suspiciously outside the door to an abandoned house so she kindly deposits it behind one of the neighboring buildings.

The oven mitts are coming back with her though, as well as a couple glass bottles on the way. Picking through trash, who would have thought that's how she'd spend her first day in an arena.

"Couldn't find a place that was open, but I have drinks." Empty glasses, but it's the best at keeping the banter going.

Anything to keep his spirits up and away from the fact they're surrounded by people who want them dead.

He gives the glasses a bland look.

"Well, now it's a party." The bland look remains for a few more moments before he gives a grin. "So, see anything interesting before finding my humble home?"

He goes over to eye the oven, to see what's inside for him to strip out.

Placing the glassware down on the dusty table, she moves to follow him just in case he faints or something else. As strange as it was to babysit Tony Stark, she's starting to grow fond of spending her time with him. Leaning against the side of the oven, she watches him lazily with her head rolled back a bit.

"Can't see much out there."

(ooc: I'm going to say he's already been to the house and is returning from scavenging.)

The nearby house doesn't have a lot when he searches it, but he does turn up a couple cans of food, which is far more than they had before. The bowl and the trashcan lid he found in the backyard are also grabbed while he's at it. The bowl is sketchy, but it has no cracks and once cleaned, it'd be good to collect water. The trashcan lid? Well, that's just a little something to use in defense of himself next time he gets attacked.

The damage he sustained is negligible, but a dull pain still lingers. By now it should have healed, at least enough for the pain to be gone, the fact it hasn't concerns him. He's still not entirely sure what the difference in his body is, but he's still piecing it all out.

At least his jacket covers up the majority of it.

When Natasha hops down upon his return, he gives her a small smile with a raise eyebrow. Bucky had also greeted him much the same way. "That's the second time someone's met me like that."

He 'tsk's as he sticks his head in the oven and actually pokes around, whatever complaint he had about smell obviously left with the meat. After all it still smells but it's not nearly as gut insulting. Pulling a screwdriver out of his pocket he starts unattaching things.

"Something tells me that we aren't getting that mist burnt off with some simple sunlight."

The tinkering continues for a moment before he pauses then comes out enough to look her up and down.

"Please tell me your ankles are feeling stronger than ever. Because it's always the woman or the science-y one that gets the axe first."

Then his head disappears back into the oven again.

Edited 2014-05-29 14:35 (UTC)

Steve finds his way into the house again without much issue. When he first stumbled across this place, he hadn't stayed long, just a greeted them, assessed their food situation, and went out to look for some more. At least he found a couple cans to make the trip worth it.

And a trashcan lid, which he keeps with him.

It takes a little bit, but Steve eventually makes his way to see Tony, knocking gently on the door frame into the garage.

"Found food. Canned fruit, but it's better than whatever that is in the backyard."

"There's been an executive decision. We're calling it Justin." Tony answers as he stacks a few cans on top of each other. However when he says executive decision, he means he decided it at some point and Steve's actually the first person he's told. He then gestures to the cans.

"Okay so. I know I said flash bangs, but they're more... Well they're tinned fart bombs really. Not really a bright flash. But it'll really put people off, so close enough. And I'm aware I need a shower, are you planing to use that as a plate? Because we have them, they're cheap and chipped, but sanitary."

He stares pointedly at the bin lid without really taking much of a pause as he speaks, because really, a tall solid man like Steve looks all manner of silly with a bin lid.

Having read Tony's file, he's fully aware of who Justin is and it gets a bit of a smile out of him. He has a few people he'd have named the roast after himself.

"Well, guess I'll have to get used to your stink, showers are really a luxury we have here," the humor is wry, but there's a curl to his lips, indicating it's in good nature. Steve's been to war, it's highly unlikely Tony will ever smell that bad.

If he cared about how silly he looked, he would have taken the first chance to not wear his uniform again. He's really never given much care to how other people see him. Though, he does lift it enough to look at it, "What can I say, I'm nostalgic."

Tony's first reaction is to look affronted by his words.

"Just because you and Rhodie stars on your chest doesn't mean you can tag in while he's not here."

There's a rise to his eyebrow to show how much he's being serious.

"If you want nostalgic you can find your own paint. But that's not going to stand up to anything, Justin could take it out. Mostly because I'm pretty sure he's partly acidic."

(ooc: aren't! I meant aren't a luxury 8| )

"You know, I like Rhodes, he's got a good sense of style," Steve keeps a straight face for the most part, there's definitely a devilish curl to his lips as he says it. He thinks he's so funny.

Steve gives a bit of a shrug at him making fun of his makeshift shield. "I'm not entirely sure if you're referring to the thing in the back yard or the guy in jail."

"You know he really does. Except his new paint job was focus tested and stupid."

Okay, so Tony doesn't really have an issue with the paint job, it's the Iron Patriot part that gets his goat. Though that's partially due to the fact it feels just enough of a dig at him 'Iron Man but patriotic' of all the nerve to accuse him of being not as patriotic as he actually is. Focus groups, bah.

So he might be deliberately acting sulky about it.

"You're giving the real one too much credit." He pats his tatty work bench. "Let me see it." Then he steps just back enough from the table to give Steve space to place it down.

"I don't know, I like the paint job," Steve only says it because Tony is being sulky, but he says it with amusement. Like he's trying to lighten the mood around the topic more than dig at it.

There's a long second that Steve looks at Tony curiously, but finally he moves over and sets the can lid on the work bench. He trusts Tony enough not to warn him that it's his only weapon currently, he already gave away his axe.

"Just don't turn it into a fart bomb."

"It's your paint job. Of course you would like it."

He teases before picking the lid up and spinning it around in his hands as he lets his mind work. He looks up every now and then eyeing various things around the garage, his eyes trailing back to the car several times.

"I can reinforce it with the metals of the car. There's enough things around here for me to build a welder and cutter. The handle too. I mean I could try and strip out the car interior for leather straps, but I don't trust it's wear and tear, not with how you throw it around, they would break the third or fourth time you put it back on your arm."

There's a look over overthinking on his face.

"There's always the seat belts."

Steve decides to forgo comment on the mention if it being his paint job. It's amusing, but he's distracted by watching Tony look around and think. He always found it interesting to watch Howard work at times, it's equally interesting to see how Tony act when thinking.

"Not sure it's aerodynamic enough to be thrown around. The metal type would also highly hinder it's bounce back, more often than not I'd have to retrieve. I only plan to use it for blocking attacks and bashing, but not tossing."

He appreciates the consideration for him throwing it, but by doing that he'd be left unarmed. For a final blow? Yeah, totally would throw it, but no other time.

Besides, the metal is too weak, even if reenforced, it would wind up bent from the force of this throws.

"I'm not blonde today so I'm afraid the odds aren't in your favor." Wryly said as she watches him.

"Nice ass."

If that doesn't result in him slamming his head against the roof of the oven, she'll be disappointed in herself.

"There's hammers here, I can make it aerodynamic. But fine, I can make sure it's properly reinforced but not too heavy. Well. It's going to be heavy but nothing you wouldn't be able to handle."

He changes his grip on the lid, and grabbing a nail off the bench he heads to the car, he starts to tap it in places with his knuckle, and listening to it. After a moment he's half on top of the roof of the car with the lid flat against it as he scraps a nail around it to get a circular shape. He does it three times before sliding off the car.

"Now, for the hard part."

He puts the lid down and disappears off towards the kitchen without even so much as a look at Steve, Tony was on a mission.

"Actually they are, I wasn't looking forward to the look on your face when I had to help you up."

He's stripping out a pannel when Natasha comments on his ass. While getting parts of him complimented isn't exactly something new, the combination of it coming from a source he doesn't expect and trying to look at her at the same time does cause him to bump his head against the top of the oven.

"Augh!" He awkwardly rubs at his head as he looks at her, a wire hanging from his mouth. "Well it does it's best."

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