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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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"Don't talk to me about coffee." Dave moans, shuffling himself a little closer to Tony in the most awkward manner possible. He's wearing about three parkas and he has a blanket wrapped around him as well. Say what you will about how annoying he can be, the sponsors certainly seem to like him with all the gifts he's being given.

"I need something grande, espresso and full of sugar stat. One to dip my toes in and one to drink." He commiserates, then he looks tiredly at the sky as if hoping a sponsor will express post a fresh cup of coffee somehow. "Fuck winter." He says, because saying fuck snow seems like a bad idea.

When Tony looks up at Dave there is a silent second before he actually laughs at Dave and all those layers, because it looks both ridiculous and something you only see on TV.

"Did you get them all on yourself or did someone help?"

Tony doesn't try to stop or distract Dave from getting closer, partly because it goes against his pride to back away from anyone, but also because if he's wearing that much then it's not like he can steal any of Tony's heat all that easily.

It's also funny to watch.

"Never really enjoyed the season either. But I don't think I've really had to deal with this much cold." He looks up and watches the snowflakes fluttering in the air.

Dave purses his lips when Tony of all people practically starts cackling at him. This is precisely why he almost ignored all of these sponsor gifts. He made it about two hours before even a fragile ego like his could suck up the idea of looking stupid in lieu of being warm instead.

"What's it to you?" He asks, clearly bristling at the humorous scrutiny. He just wanted to talk about coffee, Tony. Why are you so cruel? He manages to make his way closer, ridiculously or not.

"I've seen snow like. Once before. On a snow planet with frogs." That was the place where he got shot multiple times through the chest. Universally uncool, he thinks. "As a Texan with copious lava experience, I would not say no to some sort of Amazonian wonderland for the next Arena."

"Well the first thing that comes to mind is cute. And cartoonish. So that's what it is to me. I'm serious though, did you have help getting into all of those?"

He looks at Dave curiously while still grinning.

"Wouldn't say no to a hotter location, it's making me kind of miss Malibu." After Tony reflects for a moment on the ruins he at one point called home, he blinks and then raises an eyebrow. "Snow and frogs?"

Tony is getting the mother of all unimpressed faces at his comparison, Dave shakes his head and wraps his arms a little tighter around his knees while he shoots the older man a look through the side of his shades.

"Maybe I did. Maybe I didn't. Point is, my nipples aren't about to cut glass and my heart is beating at a normal pace." He pats his chest, which he can't really feel through his jacket. "I could go for Malibu. Or a tropical island with a nice beach to not swim in." He burrows in a little more on himself as he paints a warm picture. "Yeah. Remember that game I told you about? Well. Once Earth went boom me and my three friends all go our own thematically fitting planets for some fucking reason. This girl had frost and frogs." And he just doesn't mention his unless Tony asks.

"Frost and Frogs." Is all Tony repeats still trying to think about how a planet would look being predominately froglike and frosty, then shakes his head.

"Do I even want to know yours?" He asks as he decided to poke at the fire, knocking a log down causing embers to burst upwards and towards the sky.

"Wouldn't happen to be the planet of angst and bad art, would it?" Yes Dave, he saw that drawing of him.

"Yep. It is exactly what you're picturing but like, ten times colder." He mutters, the mere memory enough to make him hold his palms out in front of the fire. He draws them back a little when Tony pokes at the logs, shoulders hunching when the other man throws shade on him out of nowhere.

"I'm surprised you can see anything from the planet of beards and overcompensation." He grumbles that to himself, but he'll take the bait and elaborate a little more. "Heat and Clockwork, actually. All metal and lava and full of nakkadiles and stock markets."

He takes in the idea of the coldness of this Frost and Frogs planet easy enough. After all he does know what it's like to be pretty damn cold, amplifying it isn't much of a stretch for him to know there's not much of change of him enjoying that feeling.

"Keep the beards groomed and you can see the horizon." He smoothly answers back, he ignores the overcompensation part because everyone accuses him of that. "Hang on, Stock markets seem weirdly out of place somehow." He's also curious about what a nakkadile is, but he's not even sure he wants to ask.

Tony can't really talk about overused and cliche jokes when he's pulling the angsty card on a teenager in a murder-sport dystopia. It's low hanging fruit and he knows it.

"Nakkadiles are keen investors, brah. That market was stocked as fuck." He likes to make it seem like he doesn't understand money or investments, but.. "My first foray into using my powers was wiring money through time and reaping the sweet rewards of interest over time. If Doctor Who weren't such a pansy ass he might have the money for a sleeker box."

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