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[taseyousupernanny]

WHO| AVENGERS ASSEMBLE!
WHAT| Taking Stock and squabbling
WHEN| Fourth week.
WHERE| Their Hideout!
WARNINGS| Swearing, Tony Stark

If there was one good thing about this place, it was that there was plenty of material around to survive with if you knew what you were doing. Which... most of the people here did. Even without entering into the areas that the Gamemakers had set up for what amounted to food fights on steroids, there were roots and things that one could eat. Ornamental plants gone to seed made for fairly good eatting if you weren't picky.

Tony hadn't bitched nearly as much as Phil had thought he would.

They were pretty set on the food situation, it was weapons and getting out of here that he hoped they'd gotten some movement on. For once, he had then all here, he might as well try and get a debrief. Or about as close to one as he was going to get anyway.

"Report in people. And yes Stark, that means you too."

Comments

[from_a_distance]

Clint had been doing his own exploring throughout the arena, and he, at least, was set for weapons. He leaned on his ax, giving Coulson a nod. "What do we still need, sir?"

[taseyousupernanny]

"We're actually pretty good on food. If you aren't picky, or Stark." He smirked a bit at that. It was like a sport for the SHIELD personnel. Stark made the best target.

"Weapons are probably our biggest weakness."

[from_a_distance]

He returned the smirk. "Pretty sure even Stark can't afford to be picky here."

Nodding to his ax, he adds, "I found this in Frontierland. I think there might be other weapons stashed around there."

[taseyousupernanny]

He just snorted at that, no, Stark knew better than to be picky in these type of situations. As much as the man liked to play the part of spoiled billionaire, he knew how to deal with a particularly bad situation, he'd bitch about it the whole time, but he'd deal. Actually they all dealt with insane situations well.

They really did have the makings of a great team. Phil had known it when he'd helped assemble and pick out the team in the first place. All they'd needed was that push.

"That'll be our next push then, once we see what comes in."

[hasacondition]

Well, that catches his attention enough to look up. "So we've possibly got other people roaming around with axes too."

Not that he wanted to think about this as an us-versus-them scenario, but there's no way of saying "don't attack us, we're trying to get you out of this" if anyone comes calling, so better to at least be prepared.

[onthedot]

"Food." Peggy grimaced and set down the haul of oranges they had picked. Her arms were aching from the distance she had carried them, but God knew she wasn't about to let Steve carry them all. "I'd say we send two people back into that particular area once these run out. Armed, preferably. I could feel eyes on me the entire time I was there. And not just in the normal sense."

She wasn't about to mention how she had tossed an orange at the surrounding wall or the bruise her hair hid when it came hurtling back and slammed into her forehead. Not even Steve knew about that and she wasn't about to let on about it.

[nightlightheart]

"Thanks," Tony's famished, actually, and just sort of swipes an orange, unprompted. He hasn't eaten since yesterday, he thinks. He forgets sometimes. Even here. And let's face it, Tony's idea of good manners are warning people when he's about to take something he wants.

He hasn't really has the pleasure of meeting this one though. Read about her name in a file once. Lookin good for a chick whose supposed to be old enough to be his grandmother.

[taseyousupernanny]

Phil may or may not be smirking. Typical Stark, come in, take over, annoy people just to see how they react. For someone of his status, it really is a good strategy to get a read on a room or a person fast. If they stick around they either want something or are worth a second look. Either way they're someone he needs to know about quickly.


"Peggy Carter may I introduce Tony Stark, and yes he's that Stark."

[nightlightheart]

"What's that supposed to mean?! That Stark. You can't give the nice lady three minutes of an illusion that I'm a decent guy?" he's teasing of course. Mostly. He knows what Coulson's referring to.

He's referring to the fact that he's Howard's son.

If Tony can say he knows anything at all about Peggy Carter, it was that she had somehow been involved in the super soldier serum project just as his father had been.

[from_a_distance]

"Nice haul," Clint said, looking it over and snagging one for himself. "Human eyes or other kind of eyes?"

[pursuitofcappiness]

"Other kind," Steve replied. "But it doesn't matter, there's plenty of both."

[onthedot]

"I'd say I'm slightly more concerned by what these game creators might consider an obstacle. A feral animal could be just as problematic when unarmed as another player."

Peggy set down the fruit with a sigh. "Not that I'm making light of the situation as is."

[nightlightheart]

"Hi honey, I'm home" Tony announces himself in an a mock sing-songy voice as he pokes his head around the corner.

He is in a particularly good mood today as far as days inside arena death matches go. Didn't freeze his ass off last night, no acid-showers or radiation poisoning yet, and hell, he isn't even starving! And that isn't even his favourite bit.

To an outsider, Tony may be looking a little more worse for wear. Tattered clothes, sweat-slicked hair, dark circles under his eyes. He's not been sleeping.

Too much to do.

But really? Tony doesn't even mind. If anything, he feels more like himself than he has in months.

[taseyousupernanny]

Now Phil thought was getting a glimpse of what Stark looked like when he had been in survival mode in Afghanistan. It was an interesting contrast to his normal persona.

"Ok, Ricky how goes the infernal machine?"

[nightlightheart]

"Eh," Tony shrugs and makes a face, as if that should answer everything. Its going. Slowly and laboriously and crudely. But last night he found an oven just on the side of useable to get hot enough to do some bullshit metalwork. But it's working. Or what little they have complete is working as much as it can.

"You'd think Disney could spring for better working conditions."

[taseyousupernanny]

Coulson just smirks, "Everyone knows they run the parks on student labor anyway."

What? They did! All you need to do is look at their internship program. In any case, it was a moot point now.

"What exactly are we building? Besides something liable to blow us all to kingdom come?"

[hasacondition]

Bruce is weathering the days much more quietly, but that's got more to do with his nature than any commentary on the amount of work he's doing. This is what science is, for him, sitting away for twenty hours at a time trying to finagle the results he wants, whether it's in a lab or, more recently, in little run-down buildings far away from anything considered a normal workspace.

He doesn't look up when Tony speaks, the familiar set in his shoulders as he's hunched over finishing up what he's working on, laying the pieces together and connecting the wires with as steady a hand as possible. It's only once the task is complete that he looks up, letting out the breath he'd been half-holding for concentration.

"This side should be set." There's a slight question hanging there, deferring to Tony's expertise in this matter, but nothing that really needs to be explicitly voiced. As an afterthought, he wipes his forehead with the back of his hand, as if the way Tony's looking is a mirror of the conditions he must be in too.

[nightlightheart]

Working with Bruce is strangely easy. And that's not something he thinks about anyone, really. Most people can't keep up. But Bruce can and it's refreshing.

He peers over Bruce's shoulder and gives a raise of his eyebrows. Approval.

They're on the same page still, and they haven't deeply discussed what it was they've been building, in any real detail.

"Lookin good," he taps him on the shoulder.

[pursuitofcappiness]

Steve looks up and smiles at him, tossing him a container of water and an orange. "Welcome home."

[nightlightheart]

"Thanks honey," Tony just grins, catching the objects with relative ease.

It is good to see him. He looks alive and spry and whatnot. "So how's things? Ran into any mutant rodents lately? Aggressive vampires? Nine-year-olds wielding battle axes? You never know these days..."

[pursuitofcappiness]

"Mutant rodents, aggressive vampires, children, you name it." He grins and takes a bite of peach. "What do you need today?"

[hasacondition]

"We'll need a few more pieces," he said, toying absentmindedly with a part of a motor. "We should be able to find them, but they're a little more specialized than the other ones. Two people should be fine."

He doesn't want to suggest he hang back, not when there are two of them working away at this, but he's much more keen on the tinkering around part instead of the stumbling around the deadly theme park part.

[pursuitofcappiness]

"What do you need?" Steve asks, hoping for an answer in English.

[hasacondition]

Thankfully, he's talking to the right science guy. "Well, the easiest thing to get to would be a pair of electromagnets-- most roller coasters should have them, at the start of the track and underneath the train car, it's to push the train forward when you don't have a hill to push it down." He mimes out the propulsion of a train car as he's talking before he realizes what his hands are doing and sets the motor piece down instead. "The problem is that involves getting to a train track without running into any of the little surprises they have sprinkled around the place."

[pursuitofcappiness]

"Sure thing," Steve replies. "Got anything I can use to get it out?" Roller Coasters are hopefully built to be tougher than it would take some guy with big arms to take apart. Even the roller coasters in this place should be better-constructed than that.