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[servomotor]

Characters: Tony Stark, CR, & YOU
Summary: A smol average height technologist superhero man goes about his business in the wake of war and random comedic holiday shenanigans. Some closed starters in the comments.
Date(s): Catch-all for January 2018!
Warnings/Notes: Mental illness, manpain, etc. Maybe some sexual content in here eventually!



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Whether in this world or the last, Tony Stark manages to be both a highly private person and incredibly easy to find. Most of the time, he can be found in his workshop, where he invents and repairs a range of machinery for people. Lately, he's been working on copying Xistentia's emotional energy conversion technology and turn it into something that the average citizen (or above average, depending on your self-concept) can use. Behold: sewing machines and weaving looms that feed off bursts of emotional inspiration, coffee machines fueled by your addict's desperation, and cars that go a little faster because you really really want them to!

The rest of the time, he might be found out and about, often in the iconic red suit. He's often preoccupied with brokering deals to acquire more scrap from the beach or trade with other people from contemporary worlds. You might catch him in dry debate, negotiating; you might even find yourself waved over and asked for your honest opinion about the value of a piece of chassis or energy source, in the middle of an otherwise incomprehensible technobabble conversation. Just remember: there is definitely a right answer.

However, in his off-hours, you might instead find him at your local liquor establishment or listening to some live multiversal music downtown, wearing an Immensely Doubtful expression on his bearded face. On the other hand, it's Tony Stark. Maybe that's just what his rich white boy face looks like.

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[servomotor]

[Marcus finds him at the edge of the forest. It's a beautiful day out here, full of bright, powdery snow, intensifying winter sunshine, and singing winter birds, and randomly also weird fairy-like little creatures because I guess that's just the kind of world we live in now. The signs of destruction might still be found throughout the forest if you look for them, broken trees here or there, ritual markings on the occasional exposed stone where someone marked the fallen based on a mourning culture that isn't familiar to any of us.

But that isn't why Tony Stark is out here.

No, he's looking for something specific. Something he left out here for himself to find later. Important technology. In fact, he's even wearing a headset of scanning goggles right now that allow him to locate advanced technologies through the snow and rubble. It's really easy. All he has to do is walk around in his snowboots and parka, with his android daemon Fridayd following him, and sweep his head side to side. He can pick up anything in a 100-yard radius. Such as...

...is that a half-metal man? Is he accidentally looking at a half-metal man's bones and body and mechanical parts under his clothes? Whoops. Tony grabs his headset and shoves them up his head, then squints at the trees.] Hello, [he shouts.] No chance there's a deliberately naked half-cybernetic man out there, huh?

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[servomotor]

[There's a lot of irony to be had in any given world-- well, at least 'irony' in Alanis Morrissette's semi-random but uncomfortably karmic understanding of the term. There's the fact that Tony Stark tried to kill his friend's best friend because the guy was brainwashed into murdering the Stark parents this one time. There's the fact he used war profits to try and create renewable energy. There's his distrust of military bodies and capitalism, mixed in clumsily with his heavy dependency on exactly those structures. There's the fact he loves to see the numbers decrease-- of war, of death, of civilian casualties, and yet, it's never about the numbers at all; even one soul accidentally dead weighs on him deep into his next martini.

There's the fact that Tony Stark has no idea what he's doing, but he's real good at pretending. Slap some hot rod red on it.

But things are different in Xistentia. For example: in the Winter, you end up with juvenile sea dragons accidentally stuck in the ice, and a dozen people asking for his help to free it so that new arrivals don't end up endangered by a thrashing monster.

'Ironically' too: they asked one Loki Odinson for help.]

So.

[Red and gold, Tony Stark looks at the Trickster God, who is green and gold, across the snowy sand. In the background, the trapped dragon roars and thrashes in the frosty snow, exhausted but still unpleasantly feisty.] Let me guess. There's an Asgardian mead recipe that involves space lizard venom, and your brother's new discovery of Xistentia Tinder is driving you to drink.

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[servomotor]

[It's edging deeper into January when she gets the daemon photo and text. She'd known he was back for awhile, of course; with a muttered half-story about the fucking Grinch, half amused, mostly exasperated, in dire need of sleep that wasn't going to be haunted by dreams of Christmas music. He'd hidden himself away for a week.

But the daemon communique represents that that's done now. The fine brandy she'd bought him for Christmas, as well as the glasses to match. Set up in his workshop. She can see the quinjet in the background, sitting quiescently in the half-light of the hangar. And something else off to the side, out of focus, all scintillating curved parts. Something between a cage and a frame.]

9PM?

[is the invitation. He hadn't opened the bottle yet, out of consideration for her timetable. It probably could have been more romantic, he knows; by now, she's been to the workshop half a dozen times, familiarized herself with Fridayd's charging station, the tools and tape, the one-man assembly line of projects, the handful of fabrication machines and blacksmithing employees he's taken on to fill in the space. The funnily labeled Peter's Corner for a certain baby Spider-man's personal projects. It's not quite romantic, because she's been here so many times before. More than anyone else, in fact.

It's not romantic.]

I'LL WEAR A SUIT.

[Not quite.]

[iisupergirlii]

[a'ight so. listen. listen. buddy. pal. my guy. here's what we're gonna assume. when Kara first washed up, she met Iron Man, not Tony Stark. And he met Supergirl, not Kara Danvers. So, Kara is about to be poking around because she's heard something about coffee and she misses coffee, so mousey lil lady gets to """"""meet""""" Tony Stark. Further assumptions is that Kara has lived under a rock, been patrolling the beach for newbies, and/or setting up homesies with Thea. Go with this cuz I'm the worst. :D?]

Kara misses home. There's... gosh, there's so many things that she just idly thinks about at night as she's going to sleep, or when she's flying - whenever there's a spare moment that's not filled with war or weird, alternate planets, or anything else. She misses pizza, and she misses mindlessly scrolling through her Netflix queue. And oh - Noonan's. Oh, Rao, she misses Noonan's. You could smell it before you walked in the door! Warm, sugary lattes and donuts.

She misses all that.

So, for the first time since she's arrived, Kara is going out in Xistentia - not with any sort of purpose, not to act as guard, or to even be Supergirl. She's dressed in some clothes that were left in the house she and Thea are staying in. They're a little big but fit her style well - a grey pencil skirt with a bright blue button up blouse that makes her eyes pop behind her (lead-lined) glasses. The blouse is buttoned all the way up her neck, but she's kept her hair down loose, just half of it clipped back off her face.

She marches along Xistentia until she comes to some... place of business. It's big, and there's lots of signs around it, one with a prominent arrow with "STARK" spray painted over it in flashy yellow paint. As Kara grows closer, there's sort of advertising posters for different items that are... powered by your emotions? That doesn't seem real.

But there's something about coffee, and Kara hasn't yet found any kind of replacement for Noonan's, and she can't smell it - she mostly smells metal and oil - but still, she eases her way inside, standing just inside the doorway.

"Hi?" she asks, peering around, standing on tiptoes to see over some cars in the shop. "Is anyone here?"

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[shadowmarshalllucask]

[Cue one Shadow Marshall eyeing supplies in Tony's workshop with OWLd ]

...

[ He points at something as OWLd scans it ]

"What is it?"