we'd hold on tight for our lives to each other

[pursuitofcappiness]

Who Bruce Banner, Clint Barton, Peggy Carter, Phil Coulson, Steve Rogers, Tony Stark (somehow these ended up both alphabetical by first AND last name wtf)
What Synergyyyyyyy, shitting on Deborah's desk... j/k, they're just having a little get-together.
Where Somewhere inside, by the cornucopia
When Sometime week 1
Warnings/Notes None I can think of.

Steve takes a good look around before going into the room and shutting the door behind him, grabbing a piece of furniture and handing one to Peggy as well, in case they need it for defense. His plan? Wait for the others to arrive, hope no one crashes the party.

He makes sure to stand in front, in case there's a miscommunication. Yeah, not a solid plan, but it'll be better once everyone arrives.

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[hasacondition]

He gives the scraps one more look before turning back to his newfound chair defence piece, but this was good. This wasn't some glacier in the middle of nowhere, they had tools here, and there had to be stuff that was still functional after that long. If not, they could make it work, between the collection of people they had here. This could be their chance.

"I was more partial to Epcot." Now that would have been useful.

[nightlightheart]

"Yeah. Well at least the lines aren't horrendous," there's a smirk there, because he thinks he's being amusing.

"It's too bad you missed the Expo, you'd of had a field day," it slips out before he can reel the words back in. Isn't sure he wants to talk about home right now. The Expo was not Epcot of course. Fewer cotton candy stands, more guys with clipboards. Still, he's pretty confident Banner would have enjoyed it. Minus the part where it got demolished. But hey, wasn't that how things always went.

He eyes Bruce's weapon that once was a chair. He's pretty sure they can do much better than that in the not-so-distant future.

[hasacondition]

He smiles at it, because he's always down for dumb jokes (but, sorry Tony, it is still pretty dumb). "Oh good, maybe we can ride the Tower of Terror a few times in a row."

Talking about home doesn't even phase him-- or, at least, it doesn't phase him by itself. There's so many aspects of home that he doesn't want to talk about that something like this isn't even a drop in the bucket. "That's the one that blew up, right?"

[nightlightheart]

"Everyone's always so quick to bring that part up, aren't they," he says it as a joke but maybe he's a little bitter about it. The cleanup for that was horrendous and he'd really rather not deal with another incident like that if he can help it.

Not that he expects to be so lucky.

"Still though. Explosions aside, lots of great stuff. NASA and neuroscience and nanotech. Big Kid Disneyland," he shugs, "Better than this monstrosity anyway. You think this is the real deal?"

[hasacondition]

"It kind of leaves an impression. Not that neuroscience doesn't. Maybe I'll make the next one." Hopefully. But still, he says it a little weakly, like it's too cautious about staying positive.

"You'd probably know better than I would. I never spent much time in Little Kid Disneyland either." But still, it would be interesting to see... maybe it would give them some idea of how much time was supposed to pass. If this was actually Disneyland.

[nightlightheart]

"My experience with the place is really more behind the scenes. Never liked lines much." And yeah, like his parents had ever brought him to Disneyland like a normal kid. No. He'd gone once as a child through a school trip when the park had been open, but that had been Disney World, actually. Everything else had been later in life. Work or private events. It wasn't exactly the typical Disneyland experience.

"Still though. I like our odds here, better than glaciers and deserts." At least, if he wants to play this game to his strengths.

[hasacondition]

He assumes it was all private tours-- private tours or backstage technology demos, which would be nice to know about in theory, but he can't suppose they're lucky enough for the people running this place to just leave around a bunch of resources like that. Maybe going behind the scenes didn't make for good enough TV.

"I'm glad I missed the deserts, that just sounds miserable. This creepy childhood thing is so much better." And he smiles, but then looks more contemplative. "There's definitely a lot... more." More they can do, instead of freezing (or burning) and dying. He toys with the parts Tony found again, considering it for a second.

[nightlightheart]

Tony agrees, completely. "I like more. More's good. I can work with more. Less deserts though. Fuck those straight to hell, man. I can't think of a single good time I've ever had in a desert."

However, there is a particular desert experience he's been inspired by in life lately, and that by no means stops here in this psycho-magic-kingdom-death-rumble. With enough scraps and planning he was able to piece something together to aide him in his escape. If it worked once...

He searched through his little pile of scraps for something particular, holds it up and squints at it. Copper wiring still good. Perfect.

[hasacondition]

That just makes him laugh. "Yeah, tell me about it."

But he knew about the famous one, of course-- everyone did, it was kind of a really big deal, and if that look on Tony's face is anything to go by, his thoughts weren't too far off from Bruce's right now. He hesitates a moment before saying, "Think you could do it again?"

Maybe the guys in charge knew about all that, maybe this wasn't as subtle as it could be, but this could be their shot.

[nightlightheart]

He can't help the grin that slides across his face. Of course Banner's on the same page. See man, this is exactly why working with the guy is so easy. And how the hell often does that ever happen in his life? Pretty much never.

"I think I could do something," there's definitely an underlying yes there. He just isn't certain on whether or not it will be exactly the same kind of something. It won't be just him this time.

Tony has no intention whatsoever on building anything that will help him, or anyone else win this round.

No. He wants to build something that will get everyone OUT of this round. For good. Something to bust out of this joint. Something to disrupt the force fields. Ideally, something to also help keep whoever ultimately winds up chasing after them, off also. But one step at a time, here.