002 | Tony Stark | Video

[manofiron]

[ The video begins with Tony rubbing at his forehead, eyes closed. ]

All right, so I might have had an idea about how to…

[ Lowering his hands, he opens his eyes, only to blink and allow the words to trail off into silence. He blinks again, turning away from the communicator as though searching the area around him for something. ]

You’ve got to be kidding.

[ It’s a low murmur under his breath, and abruptly he’s looking back at the communicator again. Actually looking at it. ]

It’s back. Just like—Steve! Anna! Are you listening to this? Are you okay? Is everything back to normal?

[ Whatever he’d been about to say originally has evidently been forgotten. ]

What about the rest of you? Sight, ability to talk, whatever. Is anyone still having trouble with it?

[ He grins then, happy and not afraid to let anyone see it. ]

Bruce! Put on that suit you got for Christmas. We’ve got some celebrating to do.

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[silvergat]

[ Kid Blue's rocking a bit--it's subtle, but it's there; and he's near the docks. It's fucking cold but he doesn't seem to notice, with his black wool duster hanging over his shoulders easily.

He's got a bottle, though. It's not just beer, either--it's stronger, and he's got more than halfway down it. That's probably why he can't feel much of the cold, probably why he's even transmitting. He's very, very drunk.

The biggest note that something's wrong, though, is the silver gat he always carries. He's not spinning it, not showing off. It's still. There's a hollowness in his eyes, too. Maybe that's just because the blue is washed out and wet? ]

Y'ever hear it? 'You did good?' [ Judging by the slurring, he's quite intoxicated. ] I ain't never. Even if I fixed my mistakes I ain't heard it once. And that's all I wanted. All I ever wanted.

Awh, shit, y'know. [ He removes the gun from his holster, chuckling darkly to himself. ] I ain't worthy of this thing. Fuckin' Kid Blue. Tried to fix it, an' I get dragged into an alley to be put down like a fuckin' dog. I ain't much but at least I worked for it. For all I got. And I bet halfa you fucks don't got no idea what that's like.

Y'ever been shot with a blunderbuss?