video | un: iron.man

[buildsomething]

[The video opens on a very nice view of a warehouse ceiling, at least until there's a muffled curse offscreen and it tilts to reveal one Tony Stark. He's practically vibrating with the kind of manic energy that means he's been working for possibly too long, all hair standing on end and a few dark smudges on his face, but he looks pleased at least. Just behind him is a glowing blue hologram picking out the lines of something circular, spinning lazily like it was hurriedly abandoned.]

So hey, you all know those power plants out there in yonder abandoned wasteland? Sure you do. I know there's one working, but I've got some ideas for how to give the other ones a good kick. Thing is, I could use an extra hand.

[The metal arm that's been slowly rolling along behind him suddenly straightens and twists in Tony's direction, claw at the front contracting. Without looking back, Tony just snorts.] Not you. [The arm droops, somehow giving the impression of looking disappointed, but continues his trek to wherever he thinks he's going.]

Anyway, yes. Manpower needed. Preferably the kind that knows it's way around a welding iron, but I'll take what I can get. Oh, and a metric shitload of palladium. So if anybody's got a spare catalytic converter or twenty, let me know.

[He reaches for the phone, then pauses, something slightly sardonic flicking across his mouth.]

Or if one of you magic types wants to straw-into-gold me up some, I'll take that too.

Thanks in advance.

[Looking much more satisfied, he reaches the rest of the way to cut the feed.]

Comments

[wingedman]

Doesn't do us much good right now, does it?

[Sam just snorts.]

Should've gone for a fold-out couch.

[buildsomething]

Not sure most of those would be any more comfortable.

[Larger, maybe. But they can manage.]

Exactly how long does this thing work?

[wingedman]

Nah, but we'd have more room.

[You know, instead of basically being on top of each other.]

I did ask if you had anything time-sensitive going on, you know. The other couple times I used this, it was bedtime anyway, so I don't know how long it takes to wear off. You gonna complain if you actually sleep eight hours?

[buildsomething]

Probably not?

[It sounds a little hesitant, though. It's not like he's never just slept on the couch before, but usually not with company.]

I think we can make it work.

[wingedman]

[Sam pulls a blanket that's...presumably there over the both of them, holding the incense between his teeth for a moment.]

Let me know if you need help putting that apartment in.

[Hint, hint, Sam really wants a bed to do this on.]