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[ Good whatever-fucking-time-it-is-now Riverview! You are being graced with the not-so-rare sight of one Tony Stark after spending too much time in the perimeter defence office throwing himself into work and, if you are to go by the state of his hair and the few smudges of grease on his face, perhaps throwing himself into some of the machinery that can be seen strewn about the place. (It really doesn't look any better from the last time you saw it, Riverview, still a chaotic mess).

With a twitch of his mouth, Tony settles his chin on his folded hands and peers into the feed, eyebrow cocked in a way that made him look equal parts insane and amused.]

So, I have been digging into some random things that I have been able to get my hands on as of late and, overall I have to say I am very impressed with the tech in this place. I mean, sure interdimensional portal and all that, but have you seen some of their basic routeing systems? Well, beyond the shitty ones that like to die and not work and--

[ Shit, wait. There was a reason he was doing this, right.

Tony blinks a few times, shakes his head, and continues.]

Point is, there is a lot I can dig into, lots of things that I can make, but only if I have the parts. So, here's the deal; whoever can bring me scraps of machines and computers, tech that seems mostly useless, please do. In return, I will be more than willing to work with, well, anyone that wants something that is a little harder to come by here.

[ Pushing back, Tony leans back in the chair he is sitting in and runs his hands through his hair.]

While I did say I was out of the weapons manufacturing back home, I can make exceptions here, so if there is something you want in particular, let me know. Within reason, of course.

[ There is a flash of a grin as he leans back in, a quick wink, before the feed cuts out. ]

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I could have the mice look around, see what bits of scraps and pieces of things they could find?

[They're surprisingly useful, she's finding, and eager to help and please her. If she gives them a task no doubt it will make their little hearts beat three times as large knowing they're serving her.]

[ di immortales, he's like a non-latino leo valdez... nico's going to watch with a mild look of displeasure on his face. he remembers you stealing his coffee, mr. stark. ]

I need you to help with a new carrying harness for Redwing. Give me a couple weeks, and you can poke at these all you want.

[Sam arranges the camera so Tony can see his back in a mirror, then triggers his wings; a metal framework slides out of his back and what looks like translucent red wings flare to life.]

I don't need weapons or anything made for me, but I'll keep an eye out for stuff for you. I mean, weapons for people who actually need them can only be a good thing, right?

Let's talk moral boundaries. How much do you care where the scrap comes from, and what the end product's used for?

[At least he's upfront.]

[ as much as she wanted another Iggy made to help her out here in Riverview, there's also a stunning awareness in her mind that he would have to be absolutely the same. Without anything, even the hippocampus files to make the autoreiv as she'd had him in Romdeau, if only more mouthy, there wouldn't be much point.

So instead, here's one pale faced teen with flamboyant blue eye shadow to strike down the fun a little bit. ]

With the amount of different people around here you could be making more.police work, offering things like this.

You're making exceptions?

[There's a little bit of doubt, and perhaps concern in Steve's voice. He personally has never really minded Tony's contracts, being military himself, but he knows how Tony has felt. And with the recent festival incident, that's another rule almost broken. It's enough to get his attention.]

You're not going to turn the floor into a scrapyard, are you, Tony?

and who're you when you're home, strange mysterious man who wants military-grade scrap and tech for potentially nefarious purposes?

[Honestly, she doesn't really give a shit what someone wants to do with their time unless they're actively working towards blowing everyone else up, but that is a damn shady rejoinder and he deserves to be dragged for it, tbqh.]

Hey, Stark.

How's the suit?

[Because last time Scott got up close and personal with an Iron Man suit, well, he pretty much kicked ass. If he can say so himself.

AND HE DOES. ]

Would you be interested in parts salvaged from the abandoned city?

Understood. If I come across any machine parts I will show them to you.

[2B's voice sounds almost routine, like she's very used to this kind of setup. That's despite the fact that this is the first time she and Tony even interact with each other.]

Anything in particular that interests you?

[ There's a lot here that could interest someone, but, uh, being what he is, and this human being exactly what he is -- human -- and the violent reputation their kind have...

Yeah, Sans can't help but hang up on the words 'weapons manufacturing' and the only other thing it'd be for: war. ]

out, huh? not to derail your riveting shop talk

[ Riveting, really? He just can't help himself, can he? ]

why the career change?

Not to look the gift tech upgrade in the mouth, but what's a certified weapons manufacturer planning to do with a multiplying stash of high-grade salvage?

Altruistic projects notwithstanding.

( username: mccree )

[ video! friendly cowboy raising his good arm in salutation. ]

Wouldn't mind helpin' with parts pickup. And if one good turn gets me another, I could use a little help with maintenance on somethin'.

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