thearena | All this nature and I forgot my toggle.

WHO| The MCU Cast and anyone who passes by!
WHAT| The Avengers make it through their first week!
WHEN| From the middle of the first week to the start of the second week.
WHERE| The caves near the river.
WARNINGS| Talk of death, animal slaughter. Clint.

Tony knew three things.

This wasn't his week. He wasn't dead yet. And it was a really relaxing feeling to be once again surrounded by Avengers in an arena.

While it took them all a few days of crossing each other's path and in at least one instance of one of the team actively trying to Kill Tony, they all for the most part found themselves together making a little camp in a small but defensible cave for them all to sleep in while still able to defend it. To be honest, Tony hated the idea of the cave for very understandable reasons, but made do by trying to sleep as close to the entrance as possible.

The camp had started with Tony and Steve, after Steve had found Tony ~~cowering~~ hiding in a crevice which he used to escape Thor who had only had Tony's extinction in his mind. After that the others came close enough to happen upon it on their own, or by coming across each other during scavenging.

During the week, most of them seemed to get something from Bianca Del Rio and others, none of it remotely unwanted. Tony was especially glad for the fire starter kit, and made a mental note to make sure he gives her those sill booklet things of free foot massages from him. Because right now, that kit was the only thing making him feel of any use, because everything else so far is really escaping him.

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[Thorongil had had a similar idea: with the weather getting colder, more permanent shelter would need to be found. He's managed to find a cave of his own, but when he lies down to sleep, he is troubled by the sound of footsteps, because he's a motherfucking Northern Ranger and he can get the lay of the land by listening to the ground, okay, don't ask how the science works.

He gathers himself up, stows his supplies, and cautiously makes his way downriver in the direction of the disturbance. If there are other Tributes this close to where he's made camp, he needs to know whether they are unfriendly or not. He stoops down a good distance away from the cave entrance to see what can be made of the tracks; it's enough to give him a good guess at the number of people coming and going, and that they are neither hobbits nor Elves, but everyone is wearing the same goddamn shoes and there's only so much he can Sherlock Holmes out of this.

If he sneaks up, he reasons, he might be considered an enemy and attacked on sight. If he approaches boldly, clearly alone, they might think he is one of their number long enough for him to negotiate.

That is how Thorongil comes to be striding up to the cave entrance, bold as brass, a handmade bow slung over his shoulder. He has no weapon in his hands, but he does have a square of mammoth skin. He stops at the threshhold and throws the skin into the cave. It looks like there's something wrapped in it.]

Hello!

[His hands are open at his sides, clearly empty.]

This is how one greets one's neighbors, is it not?

[It's not exactly a casserole -- it's raw meat -- but it will do.]

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[As Tony has been keeping himself closer to the entrance of the cave, he's the first to see the shaggy man arrive. While he does tense and look incredibly suspicious of him and his hello. So much so that he doesn't exactly reply to hello.

As the hide is thrown in, his first reaction is to move back as if it could explode. To be fair, he's had things land near him that have explode on him before. He eyes it for a moment before looking back at the stranger. He knows that this is a peace offering, the man is anything bust stupid. ~~debatable~~. However, this is still Tony, and despite how the others are reacting to this, Tony's the first one to react.]

Uh, I really don't like being handed things as a general rule. So having things thrown at me? Kind of more than just a peeve.

[All the while he hasn't moved since getting up and away from the package.]

I apologize. I didn't mean to startle you.

[The man talks like most of the other Tributes, so Thorongil is mirroring his speech, just a little.]

You have my word, there is nothing in that skin but fresh meat. Used carefully, it could feed a man for a week. It's yours.

[He eyeballs the skin again before looking at the visitor, taking in the bow over his shoulder.]

Well, next time keep in mind that people in the thunderdome, are probably going to get twitchy when you throw a mysterious package at them.

[He makes no move to pick up the skin, naturally assuming someone else would do it. But he does visibly relax and even takes a step closer. While Tony's hardly the leader of this group, and even less of a physical threat. He is and always will be there type of person to get into other peoples spaces to put them off their guard.]

So. Neighbourly greeting huh? Plan on coming round and borrowing our sugar? Or are you going to bang on cave walls if we get too loud?

[He holds his ground, but his body language is nonthreatening: he's not tense, and he's certainly not about to go for the bow. He follows Tony with his eyes, clearly still making up his mind about him.]

I wanted to see what kind of neighbour I had -- and if I had to fear waking up with a knife between my shoulderblades if they found me.

We're not really big on knifing people in the back.

[There's a slight pause as he starts to circle the man getting closer into his space.]

Well, I would say I wouldn't trust two of them, but you don't come for them...

[He leaves that floating there, not a threat or a warning so much as a suggestion. After all Clint and Natasha are very well trained assassins. Stabbing someone in the shoulder blade is part of their base line skill sets.]

[He turns his face, but not his body, to follow Tony. His arms are still relaxed at his sides, his shoulders at ease.]

I'm not here to make enemies.

[Tony stops just behind one of his shoulders. Clearly at a tense ease as he feels like he still has control of the moment.]

Got a name, Shaggy?

[His mouth twists, amused, at the nickname. His head is turned enough to look over his shoulder at the shorter man.]

Many, and some even more unflattering than yours. But here I am called Thorongil.

I leave the unflattering names to the press.

[He says simply before coming back in front of the man and offers his hand.]

Tony Stark. You have an interesting way of greeting people.

[He glances back at the meat package, peace offering or not. Tony's never really been a party to people offering him food to make sure he doesn't attack them. But then, no one's ever been under the delusion that Tony's threatening in a physical manner.]

We are in an interesting place. I felt that claiming I came in peace would not be enough.

Well if you were going to say that, you normally have to be backed up with a flag and an army. [He pauses] Or silver spandex and a spaceship.

[He answered so simply that it would be easy to assume it was something that naturally happened on his world... At least in recent times. But the tense moment has clearly left as far as Tony's concerned and he goes back to making himself comfortable, gesturing for him to do the same.]

So, Thorongil, was it? What was your world like before it all came crashing into this one?.

[He picks up some collected berries and pops them into his mouth, not offering anything to the other man, but not acting in a way to imply he shouldn't reach for anything himself.]

[Ah, good. The peace talks worked well enough. Thorongil will take a seat, stretching his long legs out in front of him. He doesn't reach for the food, though. Not yet; he has done well enough for himself and does not feel hunger's pangs yet.]

It was much more like this place than the last Arena was. I am almost happy here; if the weather could be trusted and the game remained plentiful, I could last long in these woods.

Wouldn't count on either of those things.

[His tone dismissive as more fruit ends up in his mouth.]

Either the game is going to start hunting us or they're going to bring a tornado down on us and make this homey vibe feel a lot less comfortable.

[Tony no doubt looking like a man who knows far more about comfort than hardship while casually talking about a place that will no doubt kill him.]

Perhaps both. I would hold my tongue if I were you; I would hate to give our captors more ideas for our torment than they already have.

All this nature and I forgot my toggle.

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