You'd think if would be weird wearing a shirt that has your friends faces on it

[arrogantalloy]

WHO| Tony Stark and anyone going past the store?
  Including: Anyone part of the Marvel universe because man there's a lot of us now.
WHAT| Tony has been hiding away the last week, now he's not trying to hide so much.
WHEN| Throughout week 2
WHERE| Third floor in the Marvel-New York store
WARNINGS| Nothing other than Tony being Tony.


On the first day, when Tony had left the rink to explore with Bruce, they hadn't ended up staying with each other for too long both parting while exploring before each other realised how far they got from each other.

It hadn't taken Tony long to snatch a few things before making his way up to the third floor, assuming that would be the last place those eager to murder would get to, it was as he passed one window that made him stop, take a few steps back, and stare in the window. There were two buildings in the window one was his own Stark Tower, the other, looked remarkably like the mansion he lived in before being shipped off to various boarding schools.

Tony wasn't going to pass this up, so he pushed his way in, taking in what's around in the stores, various avenger toys, the first fedew were nothing he hasn't already seen so he went about picking through drawers and attacking the cash register to see what he could work with, working a little smarter this time and every now and then looking up to see if anyone was coming.

In the week that followed, Tony didn't venture out much from the shop,  apart from when he needed to use the bathroom or eat. It was while out in the food court that Tony rediscovered Bruce, while wearing an Avengers t-shirt and Iron man sleep pants. It hadn't taken long at all to get Bruce back to the store Tony took over, he laughingly offered him a hulk doll that roars when you squeeze it before going back to working on various little explosives, smoke bombs, and tasers from the everyday items that were available, all the while using everything around him to help keep him comfortable. 

And yes, at the moment even his underwear and socks have one or all the avengers on them at anyone time. Being forced to live as an obsessive fanboy isn't as weird as he thought it would be. He's even wearing Iron Man converse. Even now he's sitting on the counter wearing comic book avengers sleep pants, a Hawkeye shirt and a captain America hoodie with Thor socks on, he looks way more ridiculous than he feels.

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[honeyibrokeharlem]

Bruce, on the other hand, will not be wearing his teammates' faces on his underwear. He puts his foot down on that one.

He goes out of the store a little more often than Tony. He's uncomfortable inside it, he'd go stir crazy surrounded by memorabilia of heroism that hadn't really been heroism, and it's not fair to make Bucky do all the scavenging. So he goes out, sticks to the shadows, and scavenges.

Today, he comes back, dressed in a simple button-down and loose-fitting pants, and puts his backpack in the back of the store where other scavengers would have a harder time grabbing it. "Found food. Refilled some canteens. Got some clothes we could use for bandages, too."

He makes sure the bag is off the floor. One of the aggressively clean roombas is humming its way inside. "Tony, you should move everything you don't want to have cleaned up." Or else the roomba would try to drag everything away. Bruce has tried catching roombas before, but with mangled hands, it's hard to get a good grip on little robots that were ready to clean everything in their path.

[arrogantalloy]

Tony just amuses himself at the looks on peoples face when he admits it, also they're pretty damn comfy.

When Bruce comes in and starts talking to him, Tony isn't listening, too caught up in dismantling his face. Well not his face but an Iron Man face, one of those night light things, opening them up to get at the wiring and boards inside, not to mention the LED's. LED's always come in handy.

It's only when he starts talking about moving things that Tony realises he's the one being spoken too.

"What?"

He doesn't look up until he yanks the small board out. Looking around the room until he finds Bruce not all that far from next to him, knitting his eyebrows together to figure out what was said to him before looking down at the roomba.

"Oh. Yeah. Probably." He breaks one of the clips that helped hold the Iron Man face to the backing and tosses it toward the door, watching the Roomba chase after it before sliding off the counter to pick up a few wires and screws it hadn't made it to just yet.

"You know, I want a cleaning staff this obsessive."

[honeyibrokeharlem]

Sometimes, Bruce strongly considers grabbing the nearest plastic tesseract and throwing it at Tony to see if he'd notice. It could be target practice. Heaven knows that Tony wouldn't even know he was there for ten minutes.

"You want cleaning staff who will drag you to places unknown because they mistake you for clutter?"

Bruce sits on a display table, keeping his feet off the ground while the roomba does its work. "I wouldn't mind being able to open that thing up. It's much stronger than anything like it at home." A regular roomba can't drag grown men. How could a person stuff that much power into it?

Experimentally, Bruce picks up a little plastic model of Mjolnir, tossing it on the floor. With an irritated humming, the roomba immediately goes to push it away. "It seems to have a pretty good AI, too." He tosses another hammer, and the roomba gives his display table an irate bump before rolling to push it as well.

[arrogantalloy]

Oh Tony would notice, after all a tesseract as corners.

"You saying it wouldn't make like just a little bit more interesting?"

He raises a playful eyebrow at him before dumping more things on a display table, then he picks up and looks at a Vanko Figure that was on display on it before promptly tossing it to the roomba, who excitedly took on the challenge of containing the plastic, for a second he blinks at it.

"I wonder if it'll take Hammer away somewhere..." Then he gets back on track "Because back home they just have small motors meant for basic living room dust. These... " Tony crouches down and tps on the casing of the roomba. "Heavier duty casing, a touch bigger with probably a bigger motor in it."

As it whirs off to get the tiny hammer, and not the one he wanted it to get, Tony gives Bruce an annoyed look.

"Passable AI. Not pretty good. Believe me, I made better AI than this before MIT."

After all, Tony has his pride.

[honeyibrokeharlem]

"Trust me, Tony, my life is many things. Uninteresting isn't one of them."

Bruce gives the tiniest of smiles before rolling his eyes. Of course Tony has to turn everything into a competition, even if he is competing with whatever faceless person invented a roomba in a dystopian universe. "Then let's try to test it out. You think we could set up a trap for one of these things? They're hard to keep a hold of by hand, but if we can keep it in place, we could see if we could make modifications or salvage materials."

If it really does have a motor powerful enough to drag humans, they could do a lot with that.

[mashedpotatoes]

The first week Justin's felt that he's held up remarkably well. Better than he thought he would, at least. But keeping to the third floor and to himself had paid off. At least, at the start. Now it wasn't working for him, mostly because the third floor wouldn't let him back up. His safe haven that he had only left had turned its back on him after he had gone to grab some food for the day. Upon his return he had tried to go up the steps, which had promptly flattened so he would slide back down. Multiple tries later, to see if it was a fluke and no luck, the escalator still seemed to work but he wasn't going to risk that. Though that meant that he would have to find somewhere new to stay.

At first he had considered the bookstore as he had passed it on his original quest for a safe place, but with the way it had been trashed now he decided against it. The department store was too popular, too many things people wanted inside that it would rarely be left alone. No, he had to pick something a little less obvious. Something that would be seen as useless, for the most part.

And that was why he was currently headed towards the nail salon. If nothing else, depending on what they had, it would perhaps provide something he could work with to create...something. They should have bleach as a means of cleaning, and if no one had gotten to it yet he could take that. Find a cleaner with ammonia too, and he'd have something he could work with. For now, his main weapon was still the skates, albeit he had modified them significantly. He'd made it to the sporting goods store and grabbed a hockey stick, breaking off the end of it and leaving him with a straight piece of wood. The skates he had taken apart, leaving him with the sharp blades that had then been attached to the end of the stick. Not the best battle axe of all time, but it gave him a wide berth, and that was good.

On his way, though, he became distracted. Mostly because in a passing window a ghost came to haunt him in the form of Ivan Vanko's face plastered to it. For a moment it was as if some flash had just gone off in front of his eyes, and everything was starry. But a few deep breaths and he had regained enough composure to be able to look up and read the sign. Marvel? What the hell was that? He looked closer at it, and saw the Iron Man hoodies and winter hats that were displayed further down. Captain America, too, and others that he didn't recognise.

Well, if Stark was still alive, Justin figured that this would be where he'd be staying, considering his vanity issues. Shush Justin you're hardly one to talk. And he moved to entrance to peer in. And of course, there he was.

"Hey Stark, how've you rigged this up for whoever walks in? I'm not really in the mood to have a net dropped over me, or a bucket of acid or anything."

[arrogantalloy]

At the sound of Justin's voice he groans and looks over to the door, groaning again but louder.

"I turn the lights out at night. Either get in, or go away you're attracting attention."

He shakes his head and goes back to reworking some wiring he's stripped muttering to himself.

"Bucket of acid, and a net. What kind of mall does he think this is? Medieval R us?" He says to a Thor cut out next to the counter he's sitting on.

[fiercestwarrior]

Sif did not have a particular goal in mind as she kept exploring the mall after getting herself some clothes, but it did rather stop her in her tracks to glance through a window and catching sight of the words "THE MIGHTY THOR" emblazoned on what appeared to be an item of clothing (it was a hoodie).

She rather had to step inside and take a closer look.

[arrogantalloy]

As the woman came in, Tony glanced up just long enough to judge if she was going to harm him, after looking more confused than dangerous he went back to dismantling toys and lighting fixtures.

"There's a beanie that looks like his helmet behind the destroyer models."

After all, he might have just have given her a threat check glance, but that doesn't mean he wasn't aware of what she was looking at. He pauses from what he's doing long enough to gesture towards them.

"Might not exactly fit what you're wearing right now, but hey, a cute beanie is a cute beanie."

[fiercestwarrior]

She was almost a little tempted to try the beanie on, but she didn't know Tony well enough to let her guard down to such a degree. Some measure of dignity needed to be kept here, in spite of the absurd circumstances surrounding them.

It was at least a point in his favor that he wasn't trying to kill her, and she certainly hoped it would stay that way.

She picked up a small toy Mjolnir and raised an eyebrow.

"Perhaps I should bring him here so that he might gird his loins more properly for battle."

The mental image of Thor wearing the beanie helmet and wielding a small plastic Mjolnir was amusing enough to make her smirk a little, for all that she was attempting to seem cautious and stern.

[arrogantalloy]

He watches her pick up the hammer and be amused by it.

"Oh I'm sure wherever he is, his loins are fully girded."

Tony shakes his head a little before picking up some LED lights to eye them before putting them to the side before picking up his screw driver and waggling it at her.

"So we've clearly met those multi-dimensional abs before coming into the arena then."

[fiercestwarrior]

She feels that it might be unwise to comment further on Thor's loins, and chooses to focus instead on Tony's second statement.

"I know him of old. He is a friend."

Which is probably one of the more hilarious understatements in recent history.

[tookthewheel]

Bucky appears in Tony's vicinity carrying what looks like (smells like) a bag of food newly swiped from ground floor. Going up and down between the floors has become a lot less harrowing since he'd gotten his hands on ropes and made his own improvised grappling hooks to avoid the deathtraps that were the escalators.

His eyebrows raise when a cautionary scope of the store interior finds Tony there on the counter and Bucky drifts closer, staring at the mishmash of clothing and pointedly the Captain America hoodie the other man wears. Buck himself is dressed in sensible dark colours; a hoodie, pair of pairs and sturdy boots. Clothing with plenty of room to hide weapons in.

A walkie talkie is one his hip, anything else he's carrying is stowed away out of sight in a backpack.

"What are you doing?" he asks, interested by whatever it is Tony's fiddling with.

[arrogantalloy]

As Tony looks up, he pats a clear bit of bench in front of him in a gesture he hopes Bucky realises to mean 'put food here'. He seems utterly oblivious to the pointed looks he's getting from the amnesiac for what he's wearing, but he's actually just really not caring what Bucky thinks of his ensemble, because it's comfy and that's all that matters.

"Uh, building the Tower of London?" He raises his eyebrows innocently then gives just enough of a smirk to prove he's just playing with him. "Scavenging parts. If I can get enough things together I can build something useful."

Then he looks at some of the things he's already built in his week in here which has been a couple of tasers and some flash bangs, which aren't as flash and bang as Tony would like but they'll work well enough as a distraction until he can get more parts.

"Well, useful for me."

[tookthewheel]

Bucky catches on quickly, placing the bag down where indicated. A curious mix of smells wafts from it as he had indiscriminately gone through the entire food court, picking up pieces of everything he could. Bread, fajitas, burgers, pretzels... anything that didn't seem likely to spoil too quickly (which meant no froyo).

"Weapons?" he asks, leaning to examine the things Tony is working on, though not touching them. Bucky isn't sure he's allowed to do that and so refrains, even if he is interested.

[arrogantalloy]

Without actually looking in the bag, Tony just digs his hand in grabbing a pretzel and bites into it with an appreciative nod of the food.

He looks at what he's working on and shakes his head.

"I don't use weapons on desperate people doing what they can to live. These are meant for defence or as a deterrent."

Tony might seem morally ambiguous at times. But he really doesn't want to kill anyone here until they come running at him unprovoked with an axe or something, then he would get very proactive very fast.

[tookthewheel]

"What do they do?"

His eyes flicker at that sentiment. It's a common one amongst the tributes and something Bucky is still struggling to wrap his head around. At this point though he's decided not to argue it -- because increasingly he is starting to feel that his perspective is the wrong one.

That, and he doesn't want to give the Capitol what they want, especially after what he had found last week.

[tasermaiden]

If, in the past week, some cute hats, plastic mock-tasers, and a bunch of pre-loaded iPods have popped up in the store mysteriously, it's because of Darcy. Not that Tony would know who Darcy Lewis is.

On the other hand, Darcy knows who Tony Stark is. Which is why, upon walking into the store, Darcy starts cracking up. Because she's seen pictures of Tony Stark in various situations. Walking down the street, saving the day, wearing swanky tuxedos at galas. Darcy's never seen Tony Stark dressed like an Avengers fanboy's closet exploded on him. "It's nice to see that your ego's so much smaller than they make it sound."

[arrogantalloy]

Tony hasn't exactly been against finding this items just laying around. That being said at least one iPod and mock taser have gone missing and been replaced with a working hand held taser. But that's what happens when you leave working parts around Tony in build mode.

And she's right when knows Tony doesn't know who she is. He doesn't remotely, but while she wasn't trying to actively attack him he had no reason to care she was there, even if he saw her there at the time or not. But when she comments about his ego he does look up from his assault on a second iPod with a raised eyebrow.

"No, it's as big as they say it is, if not bigger." He pauses with a blink. "Who are you anyway?"

[tasermaiden]

"Really? Because if it was that big, wouldn't you be decked out in Iron Man gear?" Hell, Darcy doesn't even have an ego as big as Tony's and she'd still deck herself out in Official Darcy Lewis Merch if it existed.

"Darcy Lewis: Professional Astrophysicist Wrangler," she says putting out a hand to him. "Also occasional Taser of Thor and all-around super intern." That doesn't sound at all egotistical, right?

"So what did that iPod do to piss you off?"

[arrogantalloy]

"I am Iron Man. I don't have to be decked out in me to be me." He pauses. "Besides, Roger's hoodie seems to have better fleece than mine does."

He looks at the hand as she introduces herself.

"Oh, the intern. You I know." He shakes her offered hand before turning back to the iPod. "It came with an internalised power source with a board that can be put to better use as an electrical deterrent to anything 85% fluid mass with conductive epidermis."

He's making a taser.

[worldsaway]

At the very least, Tony isn't the only one who looks ridiculous. Thor is still wearing his skating costume, coupled with a heavy pair of boots and. A dressing gown. He's topped off the outfit with a pair of aviators that he's peering over as he steps into the store full of familiar names and faces.

He shoots Tony a smug look, because clearly he's the only one who looks strange between the two of them. His hand falls on a stuffed Mjolnir and for old time's sake, he flings it over the top of Tony's head so it hits the wall behind him with a loud squeak.

"Making yourself useful I see, Stark." He approaches with a curious look. "There are first times for all things."

[arrogantalloy]

Tony looks up sharply when he feels not only a presence but something being thrown in his general direction, however it misses him long before he gets a chance to void it, as Thor Speaks Tony looks behind him and down at the squeaky Mjolnir with distaste.

"You know, I was born an only child. So now at my age, I real don't want to have an annoying older brother." He says as he slowly turns to look at Thor and just glances at the gown. "You know there's one of those with your hammer on it up the back of this store, right?"

[worldsaway]

"And I've no need for another younger brother. Loki keeps my hands full, as you well know." Let Stark be some other tragic fool's problem, thinks the man with a manipulative, genocidal manchild related to him.

"I'll venture a look later." Maybe. He's oddly attached to this one. He glances around the store in fascination before his eyes settle back on Tony with the barest of smirks when he lays eyes on his socks. "I've not seen Steve since the Cornucopia. Nor Bruce or Natasha."

[arrogantalloy]

"You know it's a shame how people just don't stay dead these days."

The comment is meant to be about how last he knew Loki was dead only to suddenly have another technically younger one show up here with them.
He's aware that what he said also counts towards the arena. But he's sticking with personally meaning only Loki, because he really doesn't enjoy the guys presence.

"Well, you've come to the best place to find them." He sarcastically gestures to the many different figures, plush toys and clothes. "Bruce found his way here the other day, dragging Barnes with him. Uh. The one from our world. I think they wandered off to get food, or.... Books, I was building this." He holds up a taser. "So I wasn't actually listening. Haven't seen Natasha since she disappeared before the arrests, and all I've only heard Rogers is still alive. No word on the other Barnes either. Or the girl, uh, Skye."

He knows he doesn't have to bring up Skye, but she is from their world and there is a chance Thor's had a run in with her, she was spunky and Tony kind of would like to think she's fine right now.