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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 And P.P.S., this cell model is out of date.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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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?]

[ Steve purses his lips, a little disappointed, but then, he's not sure how the suit would make it in here anyway. ]

Is there any way to tell which of those it is?

[ Walking walking, and finally they hit the lab, Steve pushing the door open and letting Tony through first. He's still on high alert - he knows Tony can protect himself well enough but without the suit, and Steve without his shield? It's not exactly ideal. ]

Right now? Uh-nope. I'd need--well, equipment. Something to interface with the microchips and run a diagnostic on each one. I'm not so worried about it right now, but it's on the to-do list. [Said list is growing steadily in length by the minute since they arrived.]

[Tony just raised an eyebrow at Steve as he pushed the door open for him. It was a very discriminating eyebrow, too, Steve. Judging you. But hey, when does Tony really look before he leaps? He usually just does the math and goes with it. And the math is; Two superheroes, one room full of the unknown. They got this.]

Well, well. [He looks around and yeah, it's kinda gross. Not his kind of lab, but it would do.]

It could use some tinkering, but I think I can handle it if I can find the right spare parts. Mechanic, remember? I know I'm a genius, and it's hard to remember which is my ideal field--because I have so many strong points--but it's building things. Not so much dissecting living things. Or... [He picks up a jar and examines the contents with a rather disgusted face.] formerly living.

[ God, he's got the heebie jeebies something fierce right now. Steve picks his way through the lab, trying to find something, something he can use as a shield, for one, because he feels naked. ]

Well, if you tell me what you need and what it looks like I might be able to find it.

[ No promises, clearly, because he's only passingly familiar with a lot of things to do with technology, but he wants to get out of here just as badly and Tony's a good shot at it. ]

[Oh, Captain Super-Serum feels naked? Try being human and outside his shell. But Tony's pretty good at relying on his intellect when he's unshelled. The suit would just be very nice right now. Just sayin'.

Tony was still fiddling with rather odd things lying on the tabletops when he heard Cap speak. He promptly put down whatever he had in his hand and turned to face the man.]

Does, 'it seems to run on some form of electricity' ring any bells? [He sighs heavily, frustrated, but he shouldn't exactly take it out on Steve. He is offering to help. He doesn't apologise, because he's Tony, but he does mentally backtrack and start over.]

Okay, for starters? How about a computer or an interface? Laptop? Some kind of handheld or desktop device that does a little more than [He fishes out his mobile and gives it a shake for emphasis.] make network calls. Something I can write software on, preferably. Some kind of sensors. Anything from an electrocardiograph--[English, Tony. English.]--those little electrodes they tape to your body that monitor your vitals.

[ Yo excuse you, okay, he's getting the hang of this (sorta) well. On the plus side, Steve doesn't seem worried in the slightest about Tony's snark, because that's just how he is. They might not be the best of buddies, but he can keep the self-righteous little eyerolls to himself, for one, enough to get out of here. ]

Alright.

[ That's all he says about it, and starts picking through the laboratory, frowning as he lifts things and moves other things back. It's a lot of really, really unsettling shit in here, let's be real here. ]

Can you tell what kinds of experiments they were trying to run in here?

[ also: the hell is in these jars? Steve eyes one for a moment and feels his stomach twist, moving on. ]

[Self-righteous eyerolls probably wouldn't have even bothered Tony. It wasn't like he didn't already know he was kind of a pain in the ass. And so long as they didn't get into another posturing match, they should be golden. Or, at least, in Tony's opinion, whatever that's worth.

He pokes at another one of the jars when Steve mentions the experiments.]

Disgusting experiments. [Not helpful, Tony. Steve can certainly see that.] Maybe they're just props? Like biology teachers just keep jars of critters suspended in formaldehyde? [He makes a bit of a face, cross between disgusted and hopeful.] Yeah, probably not.

I just hope they weren't the population before we arrived. I know I look good in anything, but putting me in a jar is just pushing it. [He returned his attention to Cap.] Your guess is as good as mine.

[ Yeah he's fairly certain he'd seen one of those horrible horror movies with a layout like this. Steve purses his lips, and eyes one of the creatures a second, before moving on. ]

We won't let that happen.

[ He doesn't try for a reassuring tone, but he is certain, glancing back as he starts digging through a cabinet, crouched with his back to a wall to watch the doorway just in case. ]

[Tony poked at another jar, something exceptionally disgusting floating inside. Well, everything in these jars looked exceptionally disgusting. But disgusting was now a relative term. Nothing more disgusting than the last thing.]

That's comforting.

[Tony sighs and sits at one of the tables, looking over the scattered equipment. He slipped his mobile out and started tinkering. Tony style tinkering. A short growl later and he drops the mobile onto the brushed metal surface.] I need a computer.

[Something catches his eye and he jumps up, crossing the room without a care for what could possibly jump out and try to eat him, and slides to the other side of another steel counter.]

Bingo! [He unfolds and sets up the device there, and from the looks of it, it might have been used to examine the tissue of their canned friends scattered about. He works his arm under what appears to be a lens. Able to locate one of the small punctures, he almost seems pleased by whatever he's found.] I need a, uh... knife? Scalpel? Something sharp and pointy. Probably something to sterilise--... this is a bad idea, isn't it? Yeah.

[Tony looks up and locates Rogers with his gaze. He wasn't about to knick his skin with anything in this lab without first ensuring it was thoroughly sterilised and not likely to transfer any sort of alien diseases to him. Fortunately, his common sense caught up with his overly-excitable side.]

[ jfc Tony you're going to make him have a heart attack. Steve doesn't say anything, he just watches disapprovingly and presses his lips together in a thin line to keep from telling him to stop running all over the place without knowing what's there. ]

It depends what you're going to do with the knife.

[ That's easier to find; Steve digs and comes up with a scalpel, and brings it over but doesn't hand it to Tony just yet, glancing at the computer. ]

Are you going to try and pry it open?

[Sorry Cap. Tony's used to an assistant that thinks on the same wavelengths. Nothing against your super serum wavelengths, but they're just not the same frequency as JARVIS'. He also gets a little excited around tech. Unfortunately, this isn't anything advanced enough or strange enough to really excite him much. But it will work for what he's looking for.

When Rogers approached with the scalpel, he frowned a bit and held out his arm, the inside facing upward.]

Microcomputers, remember? Keep up. They're fresh enough that the small puncture wounds haven't healed over completely, so I can locate just where they are with that. [He jerked a thumb towards the digital microscope.] If I can get to one of them, I can jury-rig an interface to run a diagnostic--that is, if I can find delicate enough tools to work with.

[Yes, this probably sounds like a very bad idea. Because, looking around, that equipment just doesn't seem to be present. This is more of a biology lab than a micro-tech lab. Tony might be jumping the gun a bit, but given enough time, he can probably accomplish the task with what's available to him. Which means he'd lock himself up in a lab for days on end, and unbeknownst to him, the Machine frowns on that kind of behaviour.]

[ Yeah he's not exactly a genius with these things but the idea of Tony cutting into himself to try and fashion those tiny computers into something usable is still a little stomach-turning.

Steve's eyes flick from his arm to the computer, and he grabs Tony to keep him from walking away, or worse, digging the scalpel in. ]

There are other labs, here. It wouldn't be a stretch to assume we can find what you need without you cutting yourself open.

[He's used to Pepper fretting over his willingness to impulsively work, and even JARVIS' nagging safety lectures. So, had Cap not physically grabbed him, he might have just brushed them off as he does with the other two.

He stopped and looked back at the blonde with a sigh.] Fine. Okay.

[He pauses, looking almost like he might go back on that, but shuts the machine off and sets the few gathered tools aside.] And 'cutting into myself' sounds so drastic. A tiny little nick is all it would've taken. They're pretty useless right now, though.

[If he can get a hold of the right equipment, he can reprogram them for other uses, though. That might be something to look into.]

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[Video] Tony Stark | 001

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