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[Video] Tony Stark | 001

[So, the feed will open to a very, very unimpressed face. Oh so very unimpressed. However, that face might be a little battered and bruised, maybe even slightly bleeding, but it's still obvious how undeniably unimpressed he is. After a moment of silent staring, his dark eyes narrow a fraction, adding mild agitation to the blasé expression. He is well aware this is some form of broadcast, and by the looks of it, it's an open feed, but he really doesn't care if he's making people uncomfortable. He's uncomfortable, and therefore, everyone else should be too.]

Really? No, I mean really? [He also might be a bit tightly wound. He's had a rough day. Understatement of the century, right there.] You should teach your goons not to aim for the face. It's my meal ticket. And honestly? I didn't expect to wake up in such nice accommodations. Actually, I was thinking more like a basement or a dungeon or even tied to a chair. But this is creative, I'll give you that.

[He pauses, thinking over the events and his current situation. It just doesn't seem to fit. This isn't AIM. The introduction said something about a Science Center in Cape Kore. He also sincerely doubts the evil twit has a reason to keep him alive. So, unless he's missing a chunk of time, he's just flat stumped. The injuries disprove the 'missing time' theory, however. So, back to posturing at his captor.]

And if you think this little flair of hospitality will make me any more cooperative, you have another thing coming, Killian. By the way, telling me not to escape will only make me try harder. [He gets ready to cut the feed, only to hesitate, brows knitted together in contemplation.] And P.P.S., this cell model is out of date. [Take that Aldrich! The feed is promptly cut thereafter.]

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Uh, one of Killian's goon's actually. Very unpleasant fellow. Gets all glow-y and melts things he touches. Apparently, he's a really hard SOB to kill, too.

[Yes, he knows this from experience.]

Well. So far, counting you and me, I see six. But those are only the people who have kindly replied to me. I'm going to guess you haven't been here long either, right?

Okay, so, here's what I've learned so far. Killian's not behind this. Escape is... difficult at best. And no one's around but other captives. I might have a bit more insight if I could...

[He almost disappears from screen for a minute as he leans away from the camera, taking a good look around his room. This is probably his first actual look around. He doesn't seem to find whatever it is that he's looking for and returns to the mobile device.] What I really need right now is a tablet and an interface. Or JARVIS. I'm greedy, I want both. But until then, that's the best I've got. Where are you?

[ He's had it up to here with that crap, okay. The information gets filtered away for later; once he sees Tony in person he can pick his mind and figure this out, right now, he's more concerned with the actual finding part. ]

A few minutes. [ Yours was the top post here, buddy. LUCKY YOU. And while he's got a handle on his own smartphone back home, this one isn't too terribly complicated but he's not exactly inclined to use it or anything else they provide here. ] I'm - [ He pauses a moment and steps outside, ignoring the way his skin crawls at the facility. Hospitals (or things like them, like this) are always a little unsettling, no matter the circumstances. Nothing good ever happens in them. ] A hallway. Everything seems to look the same. There are names here, though - I should be able to find you.

[Stark can sympathise somewhat. He isn't comfortable talking about too much over what appears to be an open network. Not that he doubts their rooms are monitored, but it's better than nothing.]

Wow. And I thought I was the noob here. [Well, he is, but he's been here a liiiiiiiiittle longer than Rogers. But on the mention of names, he seems to get up from wherever he'd been sitting and leans out his door, taking the phone with him.] Huh. Will you look at that? I don't know how I feel about this. I'm already starting to feel less like a prisoner and more like--no, scratch that, still a prisoner.

[He takes a glance down the hall in both directions to see if he can spot Steve yet, depending on how closer their rooms were.]

I feel like we need to meet up and find a way out of here.

[ There's a little bit of dryness in his tone as he closes the door and takes note of his name on the placard. Unsettling.

He feels naked without the uniform - khakis and a shirt and jacket aren't exactly the best things to be wearing in unfamiliar territory like this and he doesn't have the shield anymore which means he's severely unimpressed. ]

They know all of our names, which means they likely knew enough to strike when we were vulnerable. [ Tony without his armor, Steve without his and the shield. ] All of these hallways look the same.

[No dice. Well, there has to be a simpler way to go about this, right? If they both started walking aimlessly, they run the risk of moving in the same direction and never actually meeting. But he hated sitting still all the same.

Tony taps the phone against his palm several times in thought.]

Agreed. I wonder if there's a central rec room of sorts. Wandering about aimlessly in hopes of finding eachother will either A) get us both lost or B) we'll just keep walking in the wrong direction without some sort of guidelines to go by. Without an outside prospective, we have no idea how big this building even is.

[He brings the phone back up and looks down at the device, tabbing through the network, looking for any mention of locations.]

"When we were vulnerable"? [He repeats, giving Cap his full attention again.] What, did they nab you in your sleep? [Because, let's face it, Rogers is pretty badass even without his suit and shield. Tony? Well, he's just human. No super-strength, no super-healing, nothing. Well, aside from a genius, billionaire, playboy, and philanthropist. But this isn't the time for that argument.]

I'll start looking.

[ He's got a decent sense of direction, sort of, but this place is fucking with it, with its hallways and twists and turns. He hopes he's going to be able to find the room they gave him, just in case he needs anything out of it. ]

There aren't any people here, that I can see or hear.

[ That's the unsettling part. Why take all of them but have no one to maintain the peace? There's a way out; if there's a way in there's a way out but this doesn't make any sense. Also, he's neatly avoiding that question, thanks. ]

Do you have anything on you?

I'll check around what I can access through the phone. See if there's some kind of basic information area beyond the network. Schematics or a basic layout. Something. [And this is why he needs a tablet. Or JARVIS. You can almost bet the first thing he does when he gets a hold of any sort of equipment, he's rewriting the software of this phone.]

Well, even more reason for us to find eachother--I'm sitting out in the hallway, so you know. I can start singing, if that'd help your nerves any, but I doubt you'd like my music choices.

[He pauses at the question and looks down at himself.]

Uh. A hoodie and pants? [Probably not what Steve meant.] A limited edition Dora watch. Some dead guy's dog tags. Nothing immediately useful beyond the provided phone.

[But he did notice your avoidance. Normally, he'd be a pain in the ass and press the subject, but recent events have softened him, if only just slightly. So he lets it be for now, having his own subjects that lead to discomfort, now.]

[ pls do that so he doesn't have to ughhh. ]

Probably not.

[ Your music taste leaves a little to be desired there, champ. Steve keeps on walking, taking note of hallways and doors and any names on them, trying to figure out if there's any sort of rhyme or reason to this nonsense. ]

Tell me that's not a souvenir.

[ Why do you have a dead guy's dog tags CHRIST TONY THAT'S SO TACKY. Steve heads down the next hall, trying different doors and hesitating at one. There's no noise for a moment, and then, ]

Maybe you should find me. I found a laboratory. It looks like there may be something you can use in here.

[He's working on it, chill your spangly boxers there, gramps.]

Your loss. [He shrugs indifferently. His music taste is amazing thank you very much! But he keeps working on the phone until the next statement makes him halt, looking momentarily confused.]

What? [He looks down a the Dora watch with an absolutely lost expression. What kind of taste did Rogers think he had?] It belongs to a little kid--his sister, actually. He was helping me out--oh, wait. The tags? No. Really Rogers? I'm working on a case and I have too much going on. It's evidence. Anyway,

[But he's rendered silent, the thought truncated in favour of Cap's words. Tony visibly perks up, looking down the hall and jumping to his feet from where he'd taken to sitting against the wall on the floor.]

See? Now that's useful! [But he still has no idea what direction to choose so,]

Eenie, meenie, miney, mo... [And he picks a direction then begins walking.]

In a hall full of living quarters, you find the laboratory. How is that even fair?

[ Buddy, he doesn't think about your taste most of the time. (Or, you know, lack of taste. Whatever.) Steve pokes into the room a little bit further, nose wrinkling as he takes in the sights of things in jars and all sorts of tech scattered across tables. He can't make any sense of it, but maybe Tony can. ]

I can try and find something to write with. Leave a trail from the door down the hallway so we can trace it back.

[ There's a slight scuffling noise, metal clanging against metal as he starts searching, and a frustrated huff as he digs and digs and then, ah. There we go. ]

I think I'm out of the living quarters section, as it is. [ He probably ought to worry about whether or not whoever brought him here is gonna be pissed he's drawing a marker down the wall, but hey, maybe it'll draw them out. Steve starts walking again. ]

There are other rooms here, too. What's near you?

[He may not be too keen on the 'things in jars' when he gets there, but tech is always a bonus. A very, very happy bonus. He starts to suggest something a little less archaic, but hey. If he wants to draw on the walls like a kid, he won't argue.]

Proverbial breadcrumbs? Sure, have at it, Hansel. [That one shouldn't be too new for you to get, Steve.] As for me? So far, just rooms. And a corner. I don't see what the problem... [Stark rounds the corner and then he does see what the problem was. Where he could see only about eight rooms down on each side, this hallway really looked endless.]

[He sniffs and just stops for a moment.] That's some hallway. Someone needs to have a word with the guy who designed the floor plans of this place. The first floating candle I see, I'm seriously bailing.

[Then he continues moving down the hall, looking at the nameplates for anything interesting or useful.]

I've been walking since we started talking and I don't see anyone. There isn't any indication that there's anyone here but us.

[ That's what he's stuck on. If this was Hydra, why aren't they lording it over them? If it's not Hydra, why take him and Tony and the others? None of this makes any sort of sense.

He ignores the references - one he does get, one he doesn't, and furrows his brow, drawing an arrow back that says LABORATORY and then keeps on moving. Other rooms he checks if they're open and notes their location for later, twisting around another corner. ]

Keep on walking. This place can't be that large.

Yeah, I get that. Same here. Maybe this place is actually bigger than we both think and with only six people here, it's gonna be scarce. [He's actually been trying not to think about what no guards in a place like this actually means. Because he knows what it implies. But, he gives up with a frustrated sigh and rubs at his eyes with his index finger and thumb, pulling together afterwards to pinch at the bridge of his nose.]

If there's no one around to keep us in line, that usually means the place is secure enough that they don't actually need guards. And our chances of getting out are close to nil. [He wants to hear none of your lip about his pessimism because you, good sir, brought it out in the first place.]

You still got my video feed up? [He asks before directing the camera down the near endless hall.] Tell me again how this place can't be that large. Hold up. I just found something. Looks like... [He pushes the door open and looks around.] It's bigger than it looks, Cap. A lot bigger.

[He stares at the Atrium from the doorway, looking up at the several floors that seemed to exist. If that was anything to go by, and if they all had hallways like this one, well... this could get difficult.]

Six people in a contained area?

[ He's thinking along the same lines. That's...unsettling. Really, really unsettling, more so than the idea of being kidnapped. ]

If there's a way in, there's a way out, Stark.

[ None of your pessimism, sir, because they're going to figure this out. They have to. He has things he needs to do; they can't just leave everything as it is out there.

Steve's all set on the cautious optimism train (or well, the stubborn as shit train, as it may be) all the way until he sees the hall and the atrium. His stomach sinks and he goes very, very still a moment. ]

There's a way out.

[ It feels better to say it. He hesitates openly a moment, not sure if he even wants to ask this, but, ]

I didn't see any food, anywhere. I'm assuming they intend to feed us if they're keeping us here. If we find out where that comes from, that's a start.

Yeah, so I keep telling myself.

[Steve isn't the only one with things to do. Before his kidnapping, Tony was actually doing something pretty important himself.

He's backed out of the Atrium, despite how he wants to look around, and continues back down the hall. Upon Cap's second repeat mantra, Tony actually feels a little guilty.]

I'm... sure you'll find it, Cap. [Look, he can be nice! Moreso lately than he used to. As for the food... yeah, that was a pretty important thing to figure out, too.]

You know, I didn't actually notice if we have little, like, mini-fridges in our rooms or anything. I didn't look. If they're going to lock us in a maze, they might as well make food an easy accommodation, right? [Nice try, Tony.] Or maybe there's a piece of cheese at the end of the hallway.

[When he finally reached another corner, he's immediately disoriented. Like someone just took his internal compass and spun it on him. Little did he know, the hallway he just left changed on him. This one was dark, ill-lit with inconsistent lighting.]

I didn't pay attention.

[ He should have. Stupid, he should have - he checked for weapons, for anything his and took the phone and nothing else. Stupid. He knows better than that. Steve exhales, nearly a sigh of frustration and starts picking around, jiggling door handles to see if anything happens. ]

If the point is to keep us.

[ Which seems to be the indication, but he's not really sure at this point. Steve peeks down a hall, determines it's probably too short to be worthwhile and starts drawing in the other direction. He'll try to make a map, later, assuming he has paper to go with the pen. ]

The atrium seems like it would be in the center. Maybe you should go back, I can try and make my way there.

[Don't be too hard on yourself there, Cap. By all rights, Tony should have looked too. Because he'll probably never find his way back to his room without a little help.]

Seems to me like a lot of trouble to go through if they plan on letting us just die. Why not kill us when they had us out?

[Upon the suggestion, Tony stops mid-step and turns back around. It sounded good enough to him and he didn't like this hallway anyway. He backtracks to turn the corner only to find it isn't the same hallway he just left.]

...Huston, we have a problem. [He turned back and looked down the dank hallway again, to see if maybe he turned down the wrong unending hallway, but nope. However, as he looked back again, he noticed something on the wall. It looked like marker--]

I think I found your chicken-scratches, Rogers.

That's a good question.

[ Steve keeps on walking until he hears that, and pauses, glancing around. ]

What's wrong?

[ At least he found the markings. Steve turns back and starts following them, careful to note certain places and things he's seen, whether or not it's an empty room or a locked door, and makes his way back. ]

I'll meet you back there in a few minutes.

[The 'what's wrong' went unanswered as he started following the directions left by Steve on the wall. Okay, so maybe they weren't such a terrible idea after all. Besides, how do you explain that this was not the hallway you just came from a moment ago without sounding completely nuts? Then again, they'd just been kidnapped and trapped in a building with no doors. So, there's that.

It also didn't take long before Cap came into view and Tony seemed visibly relieved. He'd been wondering if, perhaps, they weren't going to play this game for the rest of their time here. He raised a hand to wave and ended the video feed with the other. He picked up a bit of a jog until they were within speaking range.]

Cap'n. That was fun. Can we never do it again?

[ THAT'S FINE he didn't need an answer anyway, gosh, Tony. Soon enough, though, he sees the other man and shoves his phone into his pocket for the time being, moving closer with a frown on his face. ]

How badly are you injured?

[ Priorities, here, okay, Steve knows Tony's not a soldier but he wouldn't put it past him to be a wreck and still puttering around this place because he wants to know what's going on. Hell, that's what Steve'd do, but Steve's got the benefit of the serum and Tony doesn't. ]

[And then there was another question he really didn't want to answer. But just for you, he won't completely ignore it like the last one. Sheesh. He rubs the back of his neck and shrugs.]

Just bruised. Nothing broken. I'm good. More importantly, you're looking incredibly Casual Friday today...

[Tony might actually be frightened to know how well Rogers knows him. He only whines about his injuries when Pepper's doctoring them up. Any other time, he'll just keep going until he can't anymore.]

[ He feels all special, Stark, how sweet. ]

Getting kidnapped by unknown enemies wasn't exactly in my agenda so I didn't dress up.

[ Steve's eyes linger on him a moment more, searching for how he holds himself, any sign of anything being worse than what Tony's indicated and then deems it good enough for the moment, turning and walking. ]

You might find something in the lab.

[Good, he better.]

Yeah, I tried to solve that whole 'expect the unexpected' problem thing too. [He motioned to his arm, displaying the tiny red track marks up each of them.] 48 micro computer implants to call the suit to me if I need it. Y'know, we might be able to use the same concept for your outfit.

[He's probably joking. Probably.]

After you. [With a flurry of one hand, he motioned for Rogers to take up the lead to the lab.] I'm sure I can MacGyver something up.

[ Uh, yeah, you would do crazy surgery on yourself. No thanks. ]

I'm guessing there's a maximum distance and we're outside of that here, aren't we.

[ Also he doesn't need his suit to fly at him, okay, that's a bit overkill.

Steve gives him one more dubious look and then starts off toward the lab, following the arrows with a furrowed brow. ] I was going to try and draw a map of the halls, but I'd need to go through the whole facility and I'm not sure that's even worth the time it'd take.

[ BECAUSE THEY'RE GONNA BREAK OUT!! ]

Don't know. I did program it, so only one way to find out, right? [Tony pauses, probably a bit too abruptly, and snaps both arms outward to summon the suit. He pauses. And pauses. Aaaaaand pauses some more before dropping the stance and staring confoundedly at his arms. He gives one inner arm a proper thwack with the other hand then tries again. Still nothing. The stance falls again and he shrugs.]

Huh. Guess there is a maximum distance. Or a short in the microchips. But yes, map. Probably a good idea, but right now, let's get situated.

[Overkill or not, it's totally awesome overkill and you have to admit that, Cap. Also, yes totally gonna break out. He has no doubt because with Cap's stubborn need to save people and Tony's... well. His just stubborn need to rebel, how can they fail?]

[Video] Tony Stark | 001

audio | Roasts marshmallows with

audio | omg i could hella go for some smores right now

audio | Asdfj I'm sorry!

audio | sullenly eats takeout chinese instead

AUDIO (Ack, I'm dumb) | Almost as good, right?

nooo | nearly

You can totally make smores in the microwave if you've got the fixings handy

i'm at work lMAO so not really

I'm sorry! (again) Maybe when you get home? ; ;

i'll have a pbj when i get home that's basically the same thing right ;n;

Absolutely! ; ; Actually... that sounds really good right now.

pbjs are fucking magical.

Yes, they are.

PBJ ACQUIRED LIFE IS GOOD

Awesome! owo (How soon do you want them to meet up?)

next tag?

Sounds good to me!

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(Sorry for Tony orz)

so rood.

ikr?

i am the slowest pfsgsjf

Pfh, no you're not! Have you met me?

hahahaha <3

I am completely and utterly inconsistent. <3

ME TOO we coo'

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